Qian Renxue Activates Multi-Child Multi-Blessing

Martial Soul Hall, Library Pavilion.

The wind blowing through the broken window was as cold as a blade.

Su Chen leaned back on his bamboo lounge chair, lazily wrapping the thin blanket tighter around his knees.

In his mind, the pale blue light screen flickered three times with the golden characters: [Binder 002 is about to awaken, location locked: Heaven Dou Empire Imperial City], then faded away.

He withdrew his gaze.

Action is inferior to stillness.

The trap has been set; one need only sit and wait for the fish to take the bait.

Su Chen closed his eyes, quietly awaiting the sudden change in the winds thousands of miles away.

Heaven Dou Empire Imperial City, Crown Prince's Eastern Palace, underground secret chamber.

Sturdy obsidian isolated this place from the rest of the world.

In the center of the chamber, "Xue Qinghe" sat cross-legged, his brows knitted into a knot, cold sweat pouring down his temples as if it were worthless.

A few days ago, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul deep within his bloodline had suddenly palpitated without warning.

The sensation was like a summons from the very source of his bloodline, carrying an irresistible pull.

For the past few days, this feeling had tortured him repeatedly, making the holy soul power in his meridians run like rusted gears, his cultivation efficiency plummeting to freezing point.

"Xue Qinghe," or rather Qian Renxue, quickly formed hand seals.

She mobilized all her soul power, forcibly driving a Great Circulation, wanting to use the most brutal method to suppress that damned palpitation once and for all!

It was at this very moment that Su Chen, far away in Martial Soul Hall, had just completed a bond mission, causing the World Tree Sea of Divine Consciousness to expand completely.

A trace of origin fluctuation, imperceptible yet arrogantly overriding the rules, ignored thousands of miles of space and struck precisely at the resonance point of the Angel bloodline!

Suppression?

It suppressed nothing but air!

The soul power forcibly compressed within Qian Renxue's body was like a gunpowder barrel thrown with a spark, detonating instantly!

Golden holy soul power rushed out of her meridians like a wild horse, flowing violently in reverse!

"BOOM--!"

Qian Renxue let out a muffled groan in pain, and the disguise shell of "Xue Qinghe" was struck from the inside out by the violent soul power, shattering into dust on the spot!

A cascade of golden hair poured down like a waterfall, and that peerless, flawless face was exposed in the dim light.

The flesh on her back tore open violently, and six snow-white wings broke through her body without being summoned!

Blinding golden light exploded within the secret chamber!

The terrifying holy aura whipped up an energy storm, sweeping in all directions.

The soundproofing barriers and magic arrays on the walls, maintained for ten full years, didn't even last half a second before being blown to smithereens!

Outside the secret chamber.

In the shadows of the corridor, the two Title Douluo, Pufferfish and Snake Lance, had their expressions change drastically.

The two Title Douluo didn't even have time to react before they were hit head-on by the holy storm, stumbling back several steps in a sorry state, their backs slamming hard against the stone wall, the floor tiles beneath their feet cracking instantly.

The two looked at each other, faces full of horror, staring fixedly at the violently shaking steel door.

The Young Master had been lurking for ten years without a single slip-up; how could he cause such a massive commotion?!

Both men raised their soul power, intending to break down the door and save their master.

But just as they took half a step forward, the Angelic divine might leaking from the door crack suddenly doubled!

The two Title Douluo felt their knees buckle, their protective soul light twisted crazily under the pressure, and they were forced to a standstill, unable to move an inch!

Inside the chamber, rubble flew everywhere.

Qian Renxue knelt on the ground, hands pressed tightly against her temples, feeling as if her entire head were about to split open.

The six wings behind her lashed out uncontrollably, sweeping everything in the vicinity into powder.

Her Sea of Divine Consciousness was on the verge of bursting, her meridians snapping inch by inch.

Just as her consciousness was about to be swallowed by the excruciating pain, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice forcibly cut into her mind.

[Ding! Detected that Host 002 meets the criteria, God-Level More Children More Blessings System officially bound!]

The moment this voice fell, a great power that did not belong to this world descended from the sky!

This force was extremely overbearing, extinguishing the riot of the Angel Martial Soul in an instant, sealing the rampaging soul power within her body, and forcibly stuffing the sky-filling golden light back into her.

The excruciating pain vanished abruptly.

Qian Renxue gasped for air, her entire body drenched in cold sweat.

Before she could recover from the exhaustion of surviving the ordeal, that system power tore open her Sea of Divine Consciousness, and a vision of future destiny was brutally poured into it!

Smoke, war, collapsing city walls.

Qian Renxue saw it: the grand edifice of the Spirit Hall Empire collapsing in flames, countless soldiers slaughtered.

She saw the sky torn in two, and she saw her own godhood shattered in mid-air by a colossal, dark-red sword that spanned the heavens!

Golden divine blood splattered across the entire firmament like spilled ink!

Immediately following, the most lethal scene crashed into her vision.

Bibi Dong, the mother she had always known to be cold, ruthless, and aloof—the woman who even viewed her as a disgrace—had, at the final moment the Asura sword descended, recklessly thrown herself in front of her!

Bloodlight erupted.

Bibi Dong's body was... cleaved in two by that blade.

At the end of the vision, Bibi Dong lay in a pool of blood, her breath fading to a mere thread; those majestic, icy eyes now held nothing but despair and reluctance.

She tremblingly reached out a blood-stained hand toward her, silently mouthing two words.

"Xue'er."

The vision came to an abrupt halt.

Qian Renxue sat dazed amidst the ruins, her breathing stalled, eyes wide, pupils contracting violently from the sheer shock.

A single tear splashed onto the back of her hand.

Then came the second, the third...

Twenty years of confusion, resentment, and hostility were pulverized before that final, desperate hand her mother had reached out.

That vicious woman... would shield her from a sword before dying? Would call her name?

[The only variable to change fate has been locked: Lord of Creation, Su Chen.]

A cold, mechanical voice interrupted her emotional collapse.

A blood-red light screen forcibly popped up before her eyes.

[Newbie Task Issued: Within one month, go to the Martial Soul Hall Library Pavilion and perform Ten Combing Sessions for Su Chen.]

[Failure Penalty: Permanent revocation of Angel God Trial eligibility, soul torn asunder until death!]

She was to comb the hair of a menial servant in the Library Pavilion? And ten times at that?!

Do it or die?

Qian Renxue stared fixedly at the words "Martial Soul Hall," "Library Pavilion," and "Su Chen," her pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

Martial Soul Hall was that woman's territory, and the Library Pavilion was a derelict place where even dogs wouldn't go.

A nameless nobody from the bottom rung, called "Lord of Creation" by this broken system?

The task penalty could even bypass Qian Daoliu and the Angel God to execute her eligibility for the God Trials?!

This completely overturned twenty years of her understanding.

At the same time, in the Martial Soul Hall Library Pavilion.

Su Chen, sitting on a bamboo chair, opened his eyes.

The Eye of Omniscience gave a soft "ding," and a brand-new light screen popped up.

[Panel 002: Qian Renxue (Activated)]

Su Chen looked at that name, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

The fish had taken the bait.

Heaven Dou Imperial City, secret chamber.

Qian Renxue raised her sleeve to fiercely wipe away the tear stains on her face, her gaze turning cold and hard as iron once more.

She retracted her tattered six wings, stood up from the ruins, and smoothed her disheveled long hair.

Her gaze pierced through the torn dome as she glanced toward the direction of the imperial palace, then she turned and retrieved a brand-new set of disguise attire from an intact storage cabinet.

As her fingers touched the edge of the mask, Qian Renxue took a deep breath.

Her tone shifted back to that of the gentle and refined Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, but deep in her heart, an unshakable itinerary had been set.

The year-end sacrifice was approaching.

She would use this as a pretext to return to Martial Soul City early.

She would go to that dilapidated Library Pavilion and have a meeting with the man named Su Chen.