Qian Renxue: I'm Alive?

"Where is this?"

Qian Renxue slowly opened her beautiful eyes, a trace of curiosity lingering in her gaze.

After sensing her surroundings, she realized she seemed to be alive; the beating heart within her chest was proof enough of that.

"Was I not... by Tang San..."

"You didn't die. This is the Star Dou Great Forest, and I saved you." Feng Yan interrupted her.

Only then did Qian Renxue notice a man standing behind her.

She lowered her head to look at her own body, only to discover she was stark naked, her delicate flesh exposed to the sight of the person before her.

Qian Renxue instinctively covered her private parts, a flash of panic crossing her eyes, though it was quickly replaced by vigilance.

Six golden wings unfolded from her back, and golden soul power formed an opaque barrier to shield her body.

"Who are you?"

Qian Renxue's voice was cold, carrying a hint of majesty. Even though she had just awakened, the pride she once held as the Angel God did not allow her to show weakness in front of others.

"My Crown Prince, has it really been so long that you don't remember me?"

Feng Yan did not mind her attitude; after all, he had taken advantage of her, so he could hardly blame her for being angry.

He had known her back when she was still masquerading as Xue Qinghe.

At that time, Qian Renxue, still the Crown Prince, had been constantly trying to recruit him—a genius with Innate Full Soul Power—sending people to Shrek Academy every few days with gifts and various cultivation resources.

Feng Yan naturally accepted the gifts and resources, but he never actually agreed to her recruitment.

Whenever Qian Renxue was about to give up, he would personally visit the Crown Prince's Mansion and offer just enough of a carrot to make her feel like she was on the verge of winning him over.

Round and round it went...

The Crown Prince of a grand empire had become his personal ATM.

Whenever he lacked resources, he would run to the Crown Prince's Mansion. He spent gold soul coins as if they were endless, and he even obtained a fire-attribute Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Just like that...

During the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, he had actually become the person with the highest Soul Power Level on the Shrek team.

He wielded his fire martial soul with such mastery that the "little brat" with Twin Martial Souls became a mere foil, and even Bibi Dong held him in high regard, publicly inviting him to join Martial Soul Hall.

Fortunately, it was Qian Renxue—the one he had been playing like a fool—who stepped in to resolve the situation.

In the end, Tang San still took the brunt of everything...

After the tournament ended, even Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wanted to marry Ning Rongrong off to him...

Seeing this, Feng Yan used the same old routine.

He made no promises and offered no refusals...

After extorting a hefty sum of resources, Ning Rongrong, who had a secret crush on him, was overjoyed, and Ning Fengzhi simply provided the full dowry.

After shamelessly accepting the dowry, he simply vanished again.

When he appeared next, it was more than ten years later at Jialing Pass, where he was busy playing the role of a common soldier, muddying the waters...

Thus, Feng Yan dared to say that back then, he viewed beauty as nothing more than dirt; only cultivation and attaining godhood were his lifelong pursuits.

"I remember now!"

Upon hearing "My Crown Prince," Qian Renxue felt a sense of familiarity; in her memory, only one person had ever addressed her that way.

"So it was you, that scoundrel who took advantage of me for free!!!"

"If not for my good teacher's warning, I might have been kept in the dark by you until now!"

Feng Yan shook his head. "My dear Crown Prince, one cannot put it that way."

"Look... didn't I go to great lengths to resurrect you?"

"Even the divine medicine required for your resurrection was something I painstakingly begged from the God King of Life at a great cost."

Well... if selling a sob story counts as a great cost...

Feng Yan added in his heart.

"The God King of Life?"

"You have also become a god!"

Qian Renxue reacted instantly and asked hurriedly, "Then what about Tang San!"

At the thought of Tang San, the hatred in her heart became uncontrollable.

She had only wanted to unify the continent and bring a new dawn to the common people...

Yet in the end, her home, her mother, and everything she had were destroyed by that insidious little man, Tang San.

"That little brat is currently enjoying his life as a God King in the God Realm, planning to turn the Douluo Continent into his Tang family's backyard."

"And I... I suppose I am now the executor of that little brat's plans."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue did not react violently, but after a moment of silence, she replied:

"So, what do we do now?"

Have you guessed it?

Aside from matters of the heart, this Qian Renxue was truly sharp-witted in every other regard.

Seeing that Qian Renxue's expression remained calm, Feng Yan knew she had deduced his discord with Tang San.

Otherwise, even if she didn't launch an attack on him right now, she certainly wouldn't be giving him a pleasant look.

"What to do? My goal is to break through to the God King realm. As for you?"

"In this era, there are many Evil Soul Masters... or rather, Fallen Ones. Do as you please with them, just don't go throwing your life away at the Clear Sky Sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yan took a set of nine-colored garments from his personal storage space and tossed them to Qian Renxue.

"My Crown Prince, you'll have to make do with this for now..."

This set of clothing was one he had kept as a memento after his time with Ning Rongrong.

Because it was crafted by the Nine-Colored Goddess and imbued with a significant amount of her divine power, it kept the wearer warm in winter and cool in summer, warded off all illnesses, and repelled all insects.

To a mortal, it was an absolute treasure.

But to a god, it was merely an ordinary piece of clothing.

Although it was saturated with his essence and Ning Rongrong's divine blood, making it full of sentimental value, it was also the only piece of women's clothing Feng Yan possessed...

He couldn't just let Qian Renxue leave naked, after all...

That would make him seem ungenerous—a god who wouldn't even provide a garment to cover someone's shame.

Feng Yan watched as Qian Renxue put it on, feeling not a shred of embarrassment.

He had crafted this body of Qian Renxue's with his own hands; as the creator, he was simply checking to see if there were any areas that weren't handled perfectly.

If he couldn't even do that, then where would justice be in this world!!!

As Qian Renxue blushed while putting on the attire, Feng Yan finally withdrew his gaze.

He then vanished from where he stood.

Before he went into seclusion to break through, there were still many things to be done.

For instance, arranging for Gangzi to take Dai Yuhao as a disciple, settling the reincarnation of Tang San's divine soul, and most importantly...

Tang Wutong should be descending to the mortal realm soon, and he needed to prepare some contingencies regarding his precious daughter.

Lest a certain Buddha in the heavens exert his influence.

Qian Renxue stared at the spot where Feng Yan had suddenly vanished, remaining silent for a long time.

Feng Yan just left like that?

He left her all alone in this forest?

She looked down at the nine-colored garment on her body; the texture was soft and shimmering with flowing light, clearly not something that should exist on the Douluo Continent.

Suddenly, upon sensing it carefully, Qian Renxue's face turned even redder than before.

Because she felt two distinct auras, one of which belonged to Feng Yan, and these two auras were deeply intertwined.

Combined with the fact that it was women's clothing...

"You lecher! To think you'd make me wear something like this!"

Qian Renxue already understood that an indescribable story had definitely taken place involving this garment...

However, she didn't dwell on the matter too much; it would be far stranger if a grown man carried proper women's clothing around with him.

"Tang San... just you wait."

"This time, I will not lose again!"