Lin Yuan Gifts Qian Renxue Heavenly Light Grass! A Kiss!

The two walked all the way to a secluded, deserted corridor.

Qian Renxue stopped in her tracks and reached back to grip Lin Yuan's hand tightly.

With the distance closed so tightly, her extremely keen senses immediately detected something amiss.

The aura emanating from this little fellow was profound, thick, and permeated with a lethal sense of oppression.

This was absolutely not the level a novice who had just obtained their first soul ring should possess.

Qian Renxue's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, her clear eyes fixed intently upon him.

"What exactly is going on with your aura?"

"Tell me honestly, what is the age of the first soul ring you absorbed?"

Lin Yuan looked at her expression, which was a mix of worry and curiosity, and revealed a gentle smile.

"Why don't you take a guess, Big Sister?"

"If you guess correctly, there will be a reward; if you guess wrong, there will be a punishment."

Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at him in annoyance and poked his forehead with a jade finger.

"You little ingrate, I ran all this way back worrying about your safety, and here you are, playing coy with me."

"Punishment? If I find out you only absorbed some ordinary century-level trash for your first soul ring and wasted your peerless talent for nothing, I'll spank you myself!"

Lin Yuan chuckled and countered with a question.

"And what if you lose?"

Qian Renxue haughtily lifted her snow-white chin.

"If I lose, you can name any condition you want. Whatever you wish, I will do."

"Speak, exactly how much is it?"

According to the most authoritative theories of Martial Soul Hall, the limit for a normal soul master's first soul ring is four hundred and twenty-three years.

But this kid was a complete monster; he could never be judged by conventional logic.

Therefore, Qian Renxue directly doubled that theoretical limit in her mind.

"Eight hundred years?"

She tentatively threw out this extremely exaggerated number.

Lin Yuan's gaze remained calm as he shook his head with a subtle movement.

Qian Renxue's heart gave a violent jolt, and a ripple of shock flashed through her golden eyes.

She bit her delicate lip and uttered a number that would cause the entire soul master world's theories to collapse.

"One thousand years?"

A thousand-year ring as the first? This was simply a fantasy!

However.

Lin Yuan still wore a smile and once again shook his head gently.

At this, Qian Renxue was completely stunned.

Surpassing the thousand-year limit?

How could a first soul ring possibly reach such a terrifying level!

Even if his martial soul were strong, a six-year-old child's body would never be able to withstand such massive, violent energy; he would inevitably be blown apart in an instant!

She swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, her voice even carrying a trace of bewildered trembling.

"Could it be... you crossed the two-thousand-year threshold?"

Facing Qian Renxue's gaze, which was filled with shock.

Lin Yuan did not say another word.

He simply stood where he was, his mind shifting abruptly.

"Hum!"

A terrifying pressure, enough to change the color of the heavens and earth, instantly swept out from his small body.

The air in the surrounding corridor was compressed by this pressure, emitting shrill, explosive sounds.

Immediately following.

A deep, intense purple ring, so dark it was almost on the verge of transforming into black, appeared.

Carrying a massive energy that made the soul itself tremble, it slowly rose from beneath his feet.

The viscous, deep purple light cast flickering shadows across Qian Renxue's beautiful face.

Nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

Looking at that terrifying soul ring quietly hovering around Lin Yuan.

Qian Renxue felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

The deep black-purple radiance cast an eerie glow over the secluded corridor.

Her beautiful, brilliant golden eyes widened, her red lips parted, and even her breathing seemed to stall.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years!

This wasn't just breaking common sense; it was trampling the ironclad laws of the entire Spirit Master world into the dirt!

A child who had just turned six had forcibly absorbed nearly ten thousand years of violent energy, and not only had he not exploded and died, but his aura remained terrifyingly stable.

Lin Yuan retracted his spirit ring, and the stagnant air around them began to flow once more.

He looked at the stunned Qian Renxue, a mischievous glint rippling in his eyes.

"Big Sister, you guessed wrong all three times."

Hearing that clear, teasing voice, Qian Renxue finally snapped back to reality.

She took a deep breath, her full chest heaving as she struggled to suppress the turbulent waves crashing in her heart.

This little fellow was a monster through and through!

Yet, after the shock subsided, Qian Renxue's mood unexpectedly relaxed.

As long as he was safe, as long as he was strong enough, nothing else mattered.

"Fine, I admit you're impressive."

Qian Renxue glared at him crossly, but the doting affection in her eyes could not be hidden.

"Since I lost, I'll honor the bet."

"Speak, how do you want to punish me?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, watching the boy who was much shorter than her with great interest, finding the situation secretly amusing.

She wanted to see what kind of tricks this little guy could come up with to torment her.

Lin Yuan's eyes darted around, his smile growing even brighter.

"Big Sister, close your eyes first."

Qian Renxue raised a willow brow, but she did not hesitate, cooperating fully by closing those eyes that shone like stars.

The corridor was deathly quiet.

With her eyes closed, the sacred, inviolable angelic aura about Qian Renxue receded slightly, replaced by a touch of endearing, naive charm and pure beauty.

She was born exceptionally beautiful, with skin like snow and features so exquisite they lacked a single flaw.

Her tall, slender figure was wrapped in luxurious palace robes, and in particular, her straight, well-proportioned legs—without a hint of excess fat—flickered in and out of view through the slit in her skirt, exuding a staggering allure.

Whether it was that noble angelic aura or her perfect proportions, either was enough to drive any man in the world to madness.

"And then?" Qian Renxue asked with her eyes still closed.

"Lower your head a little," Lin Yuan said softly.

Qian Renxue obediently leaned down slightly, bringing her beautiful face closer.

Just then.

Lin Yuan stood on his tiptoes and gently pressed a kiss to Qian Renxue's fair, delicate cheek.

The soft sensation touched and vanished in an instant.

Qian Renxue's body shuddered violently, and she snapped her eyes open.

Two clouds of red visibly bloomed on her beautiful face, spreading all the way to her crystalline earlobes.

She never imagined that the "punishment" this little guy spoke of would be this!

"You brat..."

Qian Renxue was just about to flare up when she suddenly felt a weight in her palm.

Something had been shoved into her hand at some point.

She looked down and froze in place once more.

It was a celestial herb emitting a pure golden halo, its petals layered like the wings of an angel. A vast and sacred aura of light rushed toward her, even triggering a strong resonance within her own Six-Winged Angel spirit.

"This is Heavenly Light Grass."

Lin Yuan's crisp voice drifted from ahead.

Qian Renxue looked up to find that Lin Yuan had already turned around and was trotting away toward the other end of the corridor with light steps.

As he ran, he waved at her without looking back.

"Big Sister, hurry up and absorb this celestial herb; it will be of great benefit to your spirit!"

"I'm off to find Aunt Dong!"