Gu Sheng, How About... We Have a Child?

Qian Renxue's golden eyes shimmered with a complicated light.

She took a deep breath and drew in the Angel Soul Power dispersing around her.

"I lost."

Her clear voice rang across the empty Martial Arts Arena, carrying an unmistakable note of frustration.

Gu Sheng merely shook his head.

Stepping over the shards of obsidian scattered across the ground, he walked straight up to Qian Renxue.

He raised a hand and gently tucked the golden hair the wind had tousled across her forehead behind her ear.

"You didn't lose. At most, it was a draw."

Gu Sheng spoke evenly, offering his own verdict.

"In that collision, neither of us was hurt, and neither of us caused the other any real harm. Naturally, that doesn't count as a decisive victory."

At his soothing words, the tension in Qian Renxue's nerves instantly eased.

A blush crept across her fair face.

She knew perfectly well that after Aurora shattered the Angel Holy Sword, if Gu Sheng hadn't held back, that beam of light would have pierced straight through her.

It was obvious the young man before her had deliberately yielded, sparing her pride.

Today, Qian Renxue wore a close-fitting golden outfit. Now that they stood so near, her stunning figure was all the more apparent.

Below her slender waist was a pair of long, straight legs, their lines perfectly proportioned.

Even standing still, she radiated a fatal allure and breathtaking beauty.

Qian Renxue bit her red lip, then finally nodded, accepting the draw.

Once she had calmed herself, her gaze drifted to Gu Sheng.

"That Martial Soul you used just now—what exactly is it?"

Qian Renxue asked, full of curiosity.

"My Six-Winged Angel is a God-Level Martial Soul, but in the face of your light, it instinctively wanted to submit."

Gu Sheng smiled and didn't hide anything.

"It's called Holy Spectrum Puni."

"In rank and essence, it's far more ancient and sacred than the Angel Martial Soul passed down through your clan. The two aren't even on the same level."

The explanation left Qian Renxue utterly stunned.

A rank far above the Angel Martial Soul!

She couldn't help marveling inwardly at how profound her husband's foundations were.

Seeing the shock on Qian Renxue's face, Gu Sheng was thinking about something else.

He knew very well that Holy Spectrum Puni was still sealed.

Even after awakening just a tiny fraction of its power, it already had enough strength to crush a Soul Saint of a higher rank.

If he broke every seal someday, just how astonishingly powerful would he become?

But the conditions for breaking the seals were exceptionally harsh.

He had to endure attacks driven by genuine killing intent, using them to stimulate Puni's origin power.

Only under the pressure of a life-or-death crisis would the hidden seals reveal themselves, allowing him to break them by force with someone else's help.

At the thought, Gu Sheng's eyes lit up.

With Void, a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill that granted absolute immunity to physical and energy attacks, he was practically invincible.

He had to make that perilous trip to Heaven Dou City.

The enemies and assassins there would be the perfect whetstones to break the seals on his Martial Soul.

Putting those thoughts aside, Gu Sheng turned his attention back to the beauty before him.

He spread his arms and pulled Qian Renxue into his embrace.

The sudden intimacy made Qian Renxue stiffen slightly.

But she soon relaxed completely, obediently burying her warm cheek against Gu Sheng's broad chest.

At the scent beneath her nose, the last trace of frustration in Qian Renxue's heart vanished.

"It's settled, then. We're going to Heaven Dou City."

Gu Sheng rested his chin on her hair, his voice gentle.

"With me by your side, I'll bear the weight of the sky if it falls. I'll protect you for the rest of my life."

Hearing his utterly sincere promise, Qian Renxue felt a tremendous warmth well up inside her.

Her eyes suddenly grew hot, and her nose began to sting.

In all her life, no one had ever promised so firmly to protect her.

They held each other tightly, their love growing stronger by the moment.

Deep in the clouds, in the shadows.

Bibi Dong watched everything unfolding in the Martial Arts Arena below.

The fingers gripping her scepter trembled slightly, and a complicated light flickered in her strange purple eyes.

Wariness, scrutiny, and something unusual she herself had yet to notice.

"Hmph."

A faint scoff scattered on the wind.

Bibi Dong didn't linger. Her figure flickered and vanished into the void.

High above on the other side, Qian Daoliu stroked his grizzled beard.

Watching the young couple embracing below, the Great Enshrined smiled with deep satisfaction, then turned and strode away.

Night had fallen. In the Spirit Hall bedchamber.

Silken curtains drifted gently around the ornate bed.

Qian Renxue leaned against Gu Sheng's shoulder, tracing circles on his firm chest with her finger.

"Gu Sheng, how about... we have a child?"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet filled with longing.

Going undercover in Heaven Dou City would be dangerous, and she might not survive. She wanted to leave a bloodline behind for herself and Gu Sheng.

At her words, Gu Sheng turned and cupped her exquisite face in his hands.

"Of course. Whatever you want."

The atmosphere on the bed instantly turned heated.

After a long while.

Qian Renxue panted heavily, fine beads of sweat covering her smooth forehead.

"No more..."

She weakly pushed at Gu Sheng's chest, shaking her head and pleading for mercy.

"Your stamina is terrifying. I surrender."

Gu Sheng grinned, mischief written all over his face.

"You were the one who asked for this. Trying to run now? Too late."

Ignoring Qian Renxue's feeble protests, Gu Sheng leaned over her again.

The curtains swayed, revealing only part of a smooth, jade-white leg.

Her translucent foot pointed straight, its toes curling slightly with the strain.

There was no denying it: Qian Renxue's perfectly proportioned figure radiated a breath-stealing allure in the moonlight.

It was well into the night before the exhausted Qian Renxue finally fell into a deep sleep.

Even in her dreams, a satisfied blush lingered on her lovely face.

The next morning.

Two inconspicuous carriages left Spirit City, speeding toward the Heaven Dou Empire.

Several days later, in the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace in Heaven Dou City.

Incense curled through the vast study.

Qian Renxue had already put aside her feminine beauty and used the Angel Skull to disguise herself as the Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe.

Gu Sheng had changed into a dark outfit, becoming the Crown Prince's personal guard.

Memorials and reports from across the land were piled high on the broad desk.

Qian Renxue sat in a large chair, holding a cinnabar brush as she focused on reviewing the documents.

Gu Sheng stood quietly to one side, a sword in his arms. He kept watch over his surroundings, faithfully playing the role of her protector.