Chen Xuan Teaches the Dao and Imparts Knowledge! Qian Renxue is Deeply Shaken!

"..."

Ah Yin suddenly raised her head to look at Chen Xuan, her beautiful blue eyes filled with endless gratitude.

In the next second, without a second thought, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Chen Xuan.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"!!!"

With the soft, fragrant warmth pressed against him, Ah Yin's supple body, carrying the unique, fresh scent of a plant, clung tightly to his.

Ah Yin buried her face in Chen Xuan's chest, expressing her thanks with agitation, completely unaware of how inappropriate her current state was.

Chen Xuan's body stiffened slightly, but he soon regained his composure.

He raised his hand, but instead of pushing her away, he spoke in a flat tone.

"Could you please put some clothes on before we continue?"

The body of the woman in his arms jolted violently.

Clothes?

Only then did she belatedly look down, finally noticing that she was completely unclad.

"Ah!"

With a startled cry, Ah Yin's cheeks turned bright red in a flash, like a ripened apple.

She released Chen Xuan like a bolt of lightning, crossed her arms over her chest, and crouched down, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She... she had actually...

But she had just transformed; where would she get clothes?

Just as Ah Yin was overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment, a robe carrying a faint, clean fragrance descended from the sky and draped gently over her shoulders.

Chen Xuan had produced a set of clothes from nowhere, clearly having prepared them in advance.

"Put them on."

Ah Yin looked up, and seeing the calm, ripple-free gaze of Chen Xuan, the panic in her heart gradually subsided.

She took the clothes, blushing, turned her back, and hurriedly scrambled to put them on.

It was a light blue dress, simple yet elegant in style, as if it had been tailor-made for her.

Dressed in the gown, Ah Yin lost a bit of her natural, raw allure and gained a sense of dignity and holiness.

She turned around, fidgeting nervously as she smoothed the hem of her skirt, and asked softly, "Is... is it pretty?"

Chen Xuan nodded, just about to speak.

At that moment, a cold and noble voice, tinged with a hint of urgency, drifted in from the courtyard entrance.

"Teacher!"

Qian Renxue walked quickly into the backyard.

She had just finished handling some academy affairs and, upon hearing that Chen Xuan had come to the backyard, had rushed over immediately.

However, when she stepped into the courtyard, what she saw struck her like a bolt of lightning.

Chen Xuan was standing under the moonlight.

And in front of him stood a blue-haired woman she had never seen before, beautiful beyond reason.

That woman was currently... adjusting her clothing.

The expression, the movements—it was clear she had just finished putting the dress on!

Coupled with the fact that this was Chen Xuan's private courtyard and it was late at night...

Qian Renxue's mind went "buzz" and instantly turned blank.

The sky had collapsed.

The high ground she had guarded for over a year... had been stolen by another woman just like that!

The air froze the moment Qian Renxue stepped into the courtyard.

Her footsteps halted, her golden eyes reflecting the scene under the moon, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks in an instant.

Who was that blue-haired woman?

Why was she here?

Why was she adjusting her clothes?

Why would Chen Xuan allow a strange woman to be in his private backyard, in the dead of night... doing such a thing?

Countless questions surged like a tidal wave, instantly crushing the composure Qian Renxue had always prided herself on.

She looked at the light blue dress on the woman, then at Chen Xuan's calm face, and a sense of bitterness and grievance she had never felt before welled up in her heart.

It had been a year.

She had accompanied him in the guise of Xue Qinghe for an entire year, strictly maintaining the final boundary, never daring to overstep it in the slightest.

Yet now, a woman who had appeared from nowhere had effortlessly stepped into the forbidden zone she had dreamed of entering.

Qian Renxue's lips moved, her voice dry and carrying a tremor she herself had not noticed.

"It seems I have come at a bad time."

After saying this, she did not even dare to look again, turning around to leave this place that broke her heart.

"You have come at the perfect time."

Chen Xuan's calm voice came from behind, unhurried yet carrying an irresistible power that rooted her to the spot.

Qian Renxue stood with her back to him, not turning around.

Chen Xuan continued, "I am currently explaining the fundamentals of Martial Soul Evolution to her. As the possessor of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul, listening in will be of benefit to you as well."

Explaining?

Qian Renxue slowly turned around, her gaze filled with scrutiny and suspicion.

Does explaining require this?

Her gaze fell upon Ah Yin.

Ah Yin was currently observing Qian Renxue with curiosity; she could sense that this blonde woman seemed to have... deep hostility toward her.

"Teacher, her?" Qian Renxue's tone revealed an innate arrogance, "Who is she?"

Chen Xuan did not answer directly, merely raising a hand to point at the open space in the center of the courtyard.

There, the extremely pure life aura that had dissipated after the Blue Silver Empress's true form vanished still lingered.

"She is that Blue Silver Grass."

As these words were spoken, Qian Renxue was completely stunned.

Blue Silver Grass?

She was that Blue Silver Empress whom Chen Xuan had been carefully tending to all this time?

After the shock, an even more intense thought took hold of her mind.

So, she is just a blade of grass.

A Blue Silver Grass, and she dares to compete with me?

I am the successor to the god-level martial soul, the Six-Winged Angel, and the future Pope of Martial Soul Hall!

Even if you are the Blue Silver Empress, so what?

"..."

Thinking of this, the bitterness and grievance in Qian Renxue's heart dissipated by more than half, replaced by a sense of absolute confidence and control.

She straightened her back once more, recovering the composure and nobility of the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.

"So that is how it is."

She walked slowly to Chen Xuan's side, though her gaze remained on Ah Yin, and she said indifferently, "Since it is Teacher giving a lecture, the student should naturally listen with respect."

She stayed.

Chen Xuan was not surprised by this; he gestured for the two women to sit on the stone stools.

Moonlight like water spilled into the courtyard.

Chen Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his voice clear and resonant as he began to speak of his understanding of life and martial souls.

"The world knows that a martial soul determines a soul master's limit, and Innate Soul Power is an uncrossable chasm."

"This statement is a great fallacy."

"A martial soul is merely a manifestation of soul power in the external world; it is not immutable."

"Why can a Blue Silver Grass not stand shoulder-to-shoulder with a Clear Sky Hammer? Why can a foxtail grass not evolve into a towering divine tree?"

"The root cause lies not in bloodline, but in will, and in the understanding of the essence of life!"

Chen Xuan's words utilized no soul power, yet they seemed to carry a magic that struck directly at the soul.

Every word contained the principles of heaven and earth, the resonance of the Great Dao.

At first, Qian Renxue listened with a mindset of scrutiny and comparison.

But gradually, she became completely immersed.

The theories Chen Xuan spoke of completely transcended all the knowledge she had built over the past twenty-plus years, opening a door for her to an entirely new world!