Qian Renxue Attracted by the Angel Statue

"Is... is this the sword of the First Generation Heaven Dou Divine Might General?"

The antique shop owner swallowed repeatedly, his gaze burning as he stared at the longsword in Lu Xian's hand, unable to look away.

Seeing this, Lu Xian knew the deal was as good as done.

"You have a sharp eye. Although this sword has some damage, if it were taken to an auction, it would easily fetch hundreds of thousands of Gold Soul Coins."

"How about trading it for this storefront of yours?"

"Re... really?"

The owner cast his gaze toward Lu Xian, unable to believe he had encountered such a massive fool.

With this sword, he could have gone to Xue Ye to trade for a title of nobility, yet the man wanted nothing more than this measly ten-square-meter shop.

"Naturally, it is real. Give me the property deed and the land deed, and this sword belongs to you."

Although the owner dealt in fakes, he still possessed the eye of an appraiser; despite the many chips on the blade, it was undeniably the authentic sword of the First Generation Divine Might General.

"Fine, it's a deal."

Having said that, the owner turned toward the back of the shop, rummaging through his belongings until he produced the property and land deeds a moment later.

As if afraid Lu Xian might change his mind, he shoved them into his hands.

He then hurriedly snatched the longsword from Lu Xian's grip.

"Then this shop belongs to you, little brother. These antiques aren't worth much, so consider them a gift."

Lu Xian smiled, showing no intention of refusing.

He had chosen this antique shop with a purpose in mind; having these fakes to fill the shelves saved him the trouble of scouring the city for props.

He watched as the owner wrapped the knight's sword in a cloth and hurried away, never once looking back.

He had found this sword in the forest on the outskirts of Suotuo City using his Luck Domain, never expecting it to prove so useful here.

Lu Xian inspected the shop's contents inside and out, then cleared the fakes from the largest display case in the center.

He placed the treasures he had collected over the past few years from his Soul Tool into the case.

At the very center sat a small angel statue, barely twenty centimeters tall, with two of its four wings broken off, lending it a sense of shattered beauty.

Unlike the compassionate figures on the totems of Martial Soul Hall, this angel's face was filled with divinity and a thirst for battle, its gaze piercingly sharp, its hands pressing down on a longsword plunged directly into the ground.

The statue was also Lu Xian's handiwork, commissioned from a master craftsman in Suotuo City.

He had to admit, the old guy was worth the 100 Gold Soul Coins he charged.

The statue was imbued with a sense of age, showing no signs of being a freshly minted forgery.

He would have believed it himself if someone told him this angel statue was a relic from a century ago.

Everything was prepared; now, all he had to do was wait for Qian Renxue to arrive.

However, the tea house owner's words clearly contained some exaggeration.

The Crown Prince might have drunk tea here, but he was certainly not the regular customer the owner described; otherwise, how could one explain Lu Xian failing to ambush the little angel for several weeks?

Fortunately, Lu Xian had enough patience. While it was a pity he hadn't caught the little angel, he had managed to sell quite a few of the collection pieces from the central display case, earning a tidy sum.

His reputation as the owner of the antique shop was now firmly established.

Heaven rewards the diligent, and in the third week after taking over the shop, Lu Xian finally spotted his target.

A handsome young man with short golden hair, dressed in luxurious attire, arrived slowly in front of the tea house accompanied by a stern-looking elder.

Several guards followed behind them, remaining stationed outside the tea house.

Clearly, the two had urgent matters to discuss.

Realizing this was Qian Renxue in her Xue Qinghe disguise, Lu Xian did not rush to act; it would be just as effective to wait until they finished their business and emerged.

Several hours later, the elder who had arrived with him was the first to leave the tea house.

As he left, the elder's expression was extremely grim; clearly, the outcome of the meeting had not been pleasant for him.

A moment later, the golden-haired young man appeared outside the tea house once more.

Lu Xian seized the opportunity, quietly channeling his sixth soul skill into the angel statue in the central display case.

As a halo of light erupted above the statue, Lu Xian immediately began to feign interest, picking up a magnifying glass to examine his collection.

The faint sunlight clinging to the statue quietly traveled across the street, shining directly onto the young man's face.

"Hm?"

Raising a hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light, Qian Renxue couldn't help but look up at the overcast, cloud-filled sky.

It was clearly a scene about to be battered by wind and rain, so where was this sunlight coming from?

Following the path of the light, an antique shop named "Dusk" appeared in her line of sight.

"Antiques?"

Qian Renxue had never been interested in such flashy, useless trinkets, which was why she had visited the tea house several times and only noticed this shop today.

But today, she felt she had to pay a visit no matter what.

Crossing the street in a few strides, Qian Renxue arrived before the antique shop, only to pause in surprise at the sight of Lu Xian, who was meticulously copying a collection piece at the counter.

The shopkeeper's appearance was simply too youthful.

Without lingering on him, Qian Renxue looked toward the direction from which the sunlight had just been shining.

The angel statue in the central display case instantly caught her eye.

"An... angel?"

"And, it is not a Six-Winged Angel."

Filled with doubt, Qian Renxue could not help but tap on the counter in front of the shop.

"Shopkeeper, what is the origin of that statue?"

Hearing the little angel's inquiry, Lu Xian felt a surge of joy, yet he remained composed on the surface, not even bothering to lift his eyes, maintaining the appearance of someone lost in his collection.

However, his quietly deployed Spirit Snake Sense had already detected the thermal signature of a figure on the top floor of the teahouse.

He knew that it had to be either Snake Lance or Pufferfish.

"The statue? I don't know. I picked it up in the Bala Kingdom and brought it back because it felt decent."

"Hm?"

Unbothered by Lu Xian's indifference, Qian Renxue stroked her chin and fell into deep thought.

She was clearly pondering the origin of the statue.

After a long while, finding no leads, Qian Renxue looked toward Lu Xian once more.

"Shopkeeper, what is the price for this statue?"

Since she could not figure it out, Qian Renxue decided to take the statue back first and worry about the rest later.

Only then did Lu Xian slightly raise his head to glance at Qian Renxue, who was disguised as Xue Qinghe.

He then paced over to the display case and retrieved the angel statue.

"1,000 Gold Soul Coins."

"Very well."

Qian Renxue had no intention of haggling; she carefully took the damaged angel statue and immediately withdrew a card from her Soul Tool, placing it on the counter.

Without further conversation, Qian Renxue stored the angel statue in her Soul Tool and revealed a gentle, spring-breeze smile.

"This is the payment, shopkeeper. Please keep it safe."

"Many thanks, honored guest. We look forward to your next visit."

Lu Xian cupped his hands in a salute, tucked away the gold card, and watched as Qian Renxue disappeared around the street corner.

As a vessel for sunlight, the statue had reached Qian Renxue's hands, meaning his goal was more than halfway achieved.

"Come into the bowl, little angel!"

Returning to the Crown Prince Mansion and dismissing her attendants, Qian Renxue took out the damaged angel statue once more and placed it on her desk to study it closely.

After a long time, Qian Renxue stood up and began to pace back and forth.

"Strange. The sunlight from earlier was definitely released by this statue."

"But why is there no reaction now?"

Just as Qian Renxue fell into deep thought, the statue suddenly erupted with a golden radiance, which then shot straight into the center of the little angel's brow.

Before the little angel could react, a heavy and ancient voice echoed within her mind.

"A descendant of the Angel God? No wonder you possess such pure light and divine attributes!"