The Manipulated Miss Angel

Alarm bells rang in "Xue Qinghe's" mind, and his consciousness struggled with increasing intensity, yet he still could do nothing.

She watched helplessly as that hand drew closer and closer, until finally, it pinched her chin.

The fingertips were slightly cool, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, lifting her head to meet those golden eyes.

The indifference in those eyes remained as constant as ever, quietly surveying her, and then, a certain domain swept over, enveloping her body.

Almost instantly, the disguise she had used to conceal her true form was covered by this new layer of domain.

The disguise vanished.

She revealed her true appearance.

Her original short hair faded into dazzling long golden locks, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

The contours of her face shifted naturally, transforming from the handsome, gentle visage of "Xue Qinghe" into the face of a stunningly beautiful and holy woman.

Qian Renxue.

Her long-held disguise had been ruthlessly torn away, leaving her nakedly exposed before this strange youth.

For this moment, Qian Renxue's thoughts stalled.

She had envisioned many possibilities for her exposure and had prepared for each one accordingly.

But she had never imagined that her disguise would be stripped away so casually by a youth who had appeared out of nowhere.

And she, she could only watch helplessly, unable to do a single thing.

An uncontrollable surge of shame and indignation welled up in her heart.

Who on earth is this guy!

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth in her mind; if her body hadn't been immobilized, she would have likely lunged at him by now.

However, the youth before her remained completely oblivious to her rage. He kept his unhurried demeanor, his hand not withdrawing from her cheek but instead applying slight pressure, turning her face from side to side as if inspecting a product that required a full-range observation.

The youth was very close.

So close that she could clearly feel his warm breath brushing against her cheeks, carrying an indescribable sensation.

He seemed to be examining her face, yet it felt as if he wasn't; his gaze seemed to pierce through the surface of her skin, delving into deeper layers.

This feeling was even more uncomfortable than being physically restrained, as if she were being peeled away layer by layer, with everything about her laid bare before this strange youth without reservation.

Everything was in full view.

This made her even more furious, and even more ashamed.

A sense of inexplicable humiliation surged in her heart, and Qian Renxue's emotions began to fluctuate violently.

Once again, she exhausted every ounce of her strength, desperately circulating her Soul Power in an attempt to break through the invisible shackles and regain control of her body.

However, she remained unable to move.

She couldn't even lift a single finger.

At this moment, she was like a doll with self-awareness, left to be manipulated at the whim of the youth before her, devoid of any right to resist.

Until, at a certain moment, the golden eyes that had been watching her finally showed a slight change, as if he had confirmed something.

"Is it a disguise ability granted by a head soul bone?"

The youth nodded thoughtfully.

Then, his gaze began to move downward.

From her face, it shifted to her neck, and finally, to her chest.

At the same time, the hand on her cheek also slowly moved downward.

???

Qian Renxue completely lost her composure.

Shame, fear, anger, and humiliation—a myriad of emotions exploded within her.

In this instant, her consciousness became clearer than ever, and she poured all her effort into connecting with her Martial Soul, drawing upon her Soul Power!

A holy and divine aura quietly emerged.

The next moment, Qian Renxue's pupils shifted slightly.

She had done it.

Her lips parted slightly, and Qian Renxue, using every ounce of her strength, stared fixedly at the youth and forced out a few words:

"Stop... it!"

The voice was not loud, broken and intermittent, but it was a real sound.

The youth's hand stopped.

He looked at her, his golden eyes blinking with clear surprise.

"You can move?"

Jiang Ci'an was genuinely surprised this time.

He looked at the angel miss before him, who was clearly unusually ashamed and furious, her entire being bristling like a cat. He couldn't help but pause.

He sensed the state of his "Indifference" and "Time Control," confirming that both domains were indeed covering the study—one masking the room to isolate it from the outside, the other pinning the angel miss in place, rendering her unable to move.

His abilities were functioning normally, yet, when faced with this angel miss, they had failed?

No, not completely failed; it would be more accurate to say they were partially resisted.

Jiang Ci'an blinked, observing Qian Renxue with a hint of curiosity.

Qian Renxue looked back at him, her exquisite and beautiful face filled with wariness as she glared fixedly at Jiang Ci'an.

The two stared at each other for quite a while until, finally, Jiang Ci'an broke the silence.

He reached out and pinched Qian Renxue's cheek again.

Qian Renxue: ???

Qian Renxue could no longer hold back.

She opened her mouth to bite, but unfortunately, her movements were too slow; the moment her mouth opened, Jiang Ci'an's hand had already moved to the other side.

She snapped at him several times, missing by just a hair each time, her teeth clicking together in the air, yet she simply couldn't catch the hand that was wreaking havoc on her face.

This guy was toying with her!

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her cyan eyes locked onto Jiang Ci'an, a thin mist of water inexplicably welling up in her eye sockets—whether from anger or some other reason, she didn't know.

She was currently exerting all her strength just to barely keep her consciousness clear, to think and speak normally, and to turn her head slightly, but that was her limit.

Beyond that, she remained unable to move, like a doll, forced to watch helplessly as this guy's hand toyed with her at will, with no way to stop him.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, trying hard to make her voice sound less exasperated, though with little effect. She continued to stare at Jiang Ci'an and gritted out:

"Who exactly are you?"

Jiang Ci'an paused slightly, withdrew his hand, and smiled.

"I'm just passing by, don't worry about it."

Qian Renxue didn't believe him for a second.

What kind of person just passes by, tears off someone's disguise, renders them immobile, and then pinches their face?

Although she didn't know why, after this strange youth realized she could move, his gaze had undergone a certain change.

The indifference that had originally been in those golden eyes had faded quite a bit, shifting from the detached feeling of looking at a piece of cargo to now looking at a person.

But this still couldn't alleviate the wariness in her heart.

This guy, no matter how you looked at him, didn't seem like a decent person!

Jiang Ci'an didn't know how the angel miss was badmouthing him in her heart. Looking at the wary angel miss before him, he had already roughly determined what the situation was.

Previously, he had learned from the Silver Dragon King that his abilities were not entirely without limits.

When facing god-level existences, his abilities would be resisted to a certain extent.

And now, the angel miss before him was exactly that.