Qian Renxue's Shocking 100,000-Year Spirit Ring

Qian Renxue shook her head, deciding to stop dwelling on these thoughts. After reaching the shore and changing into dry clothes, she pondered the unfamiliar terrain for a moment before heading downhill.

Although this place was rarely visited, there were still subtle signs of passage; as the saying goes, there were no roads in the world until many people walked them.

Following the faint tracks, Qian Renxue soon descended from the cliffside onto a small mountain path.

Just then, a hunched figure came hurrying toward her from ahead. Upon seeing Qian Renxue, the person let out a sigh of relief.

The old man looked somewhat annoyed. "You child, you're already so big, how could you forget the time for a meal? You must have fallen asleep somewhere again, haven't you?"

Hearing the old man's chiding tone, Qian Renxue looked blank; this person seemed to know this body.

The old man did not notice anything different about Ye Yang, feeling relieved just to see him safe and sound.

"Alright, now that you're down, hurry up and come eat with me. The food will be cold soon." The old man turned around and shook his head helplessly as he watched Ye Yang follow.

Qian Renxue wanted to understand who this body belonged to, so she followed the old man's lead.

Soon, the two arrived at a small village. This was the village where Ye Yang lived—Holy Soul Village.

Along the way, many villagers greeted them.

From the villagers' chatter, Qian Renxue learned that the old man's name was Jack. Everyone in the village called him Old Jack, and he was the village chief.

As for the name of the body she now occupied, it was Ye Yang.

At the same time, she learned some things about Ye Yang from the villagers' gossip: for instance, Ye Yang was not Old Jack's grandson but had been found by him. When he turned six, his spirit awakening had failed; he possessed neither spirit power nor even a spirit.

This point particularly caught Qian Renxue's attention. No spirit?

Qian Renxue wore a puzzled expression on the road. If Ye Yang had no spirit, then what was the spirit power she felt within this body?

Could it be that he had intentionally hidden it? But why? Qian Renxue's heart was filled with doubt.

The person who had swapped bodies with her seemed to harbor many secrets.

However, this was not the time to overthink. The two arrived at the house, and Qian Renxue surveyed the surroundings. Even for a village chief, the living conditions were very simple and frugal.

Qian Renxue did not mind this, but when she saw the steaming dishes on the wooden table ahead, she felt a stir in her heart.

"You child, you haven't said a word the whole way back, acting like a different person. Hurry up and wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Old Jack looked at Qian Renxue, who was standing still in a daze, with some surprise. He then shook his head, not thinking much of it, assuming the boy was just groggy from waking up.

"I know, uh, Grandpa." Qian Renxue snapped back to reality. She didn't know how to address Old Jack, but given their relationship, "Grandpa" seemed appropriate.

Old Jack didn't react strangely, and Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief; she had guessed correctly.

She quickly found a place to wash her hands, cleaned up briefly, and sat down at the wooden table.

Looking at the two dishes and one soup, which were as simple as could be, she found them a world apart from the delicacies she had eaten in the past.

Yet, inexplicably, she could feel an atmosphere different from her usual meals—one that wasn't cold or formal, but warm.

That was—home.

It was said that there was no affection in the royal family, a fact Qian Renxue knew all too well. Every time she ate, someone would taste the food for poison first, and by the time it reached her, it was already cold. Never had a meal been served steaming hot like this.

Holding her bowl and chopsticks, Qian Renxue didn't know how to begin.

"You child, why are you acting like you're possessed? These are all your favorite dishes; why haven't you touched a bite today?" Old Jack frowned slightly and asked.

"It's nothing, I just don't feel well." Qian Renxue said, picking up a piece of food and putting it into her mouth.

Old Jack nodded, not paying much mind. To the people of the village, a little discomfort was nothing; just endure it and it would pass.

After finishing the meal in silence, Qian Renxue set down her bowl and chopsticks. She then heard Old Jack say, "You do look a bit off. Go get some rest; you don't have to wash the dishes today."

In a place like this, people lived by the sun, rising at dawn and resting at dusk. Once dinner was over, it was time to prepare for bed.

Qian Renxue nodded. After briefly observing the layout of the house, she found the original owner's room.

Closing the door, Qian Renxue let out a long breath. For the first time, she felt that pretending to be someone else was exhausting. This place wasn't as cold as the royal palace, and she could tell that Old Jack's concern for her was genuine.

But it was precisely this concern that made Qian Renxue feel incredibly out of place. Accustomed to the schemes and infighting of the palace, she felt awkward and ill-equipped to handle such warmth.

Stopping these thoughts, Qian Renxue stood in the center of the room and looked around. Like the rest of the house, the layout was very simple: a brick-built platform covered with a layer of soft cotton and a straw mat served as the bed.

Aside from that, there was only a table, a chair, and a chest for clothes. There was nothing else.

"If I can't switch back in a few days, I'll have to find a way to leave," Qian Renxue muttered. Although she could stay here, sitting around waiting for death was never her style.

If she truly couldn't return, she would have to go to Spirit Hall and see if Qian Daoliu had any other solutions.

Having confirmed her goal, Qian Renxue refocused her attention on the body.

"The villagers said Ye Yang failed his spirit awakening, but what is this spirit power?" Qian Renxue frowned, sinking her consciousness into her body and tracing the source of that pure, radiant spirit power.

Soon, she "saw" it!

Deep within the sea of consciousness, it was not empty. Instead, a majestic, sacred, and infinitely radiant dragon-shaped phantom, pulsing with the energy of the five elements, lay coiled there!

"A dragon? A light-attribute dragon spirit? And... such powerful pressure! This feeling..." Qian Renxue's mind was shaken.

As the possessor of the Angel spirit, her perception of light was extremely keen.

The radiant power contained within this dragon spirit was far purer and more noble than her own.

"Radiant Emperor War Dragon..." A name naturally surfaced in her mind.

After withdrawing from her sea of consciousness, Qian Renxue reached out her hand to summon her martial soul.

"Hum—!"

An invisible ripple instantly spread outward with her at its center.

The phantom of a war dragon, its entire body covered in brilliant golden scales, possessing a majestic and spirited form, and radiating endless light and the power of the five elements, slowly condensed into shape before Qian Renxue!

Radiant Emperor War Dragon!