Bo Saixi and Qian Renxue Arrive at Sea God Island

Ever since that day in the Sea God Hall, when she was thrown into total disarray by Li Qing's shocking confession and fled in a panic, Bo Saixi had managed to avoid all private contact with him for the entire month that followed.

The affairs of Sea God Island remained numerous; the daily reports from the Seven Sacred Pillars, the maintenance of the Sea God's faith, the arrangements for the island's defense, and the gathering of intelligence from the mainland—all required her, as the High Priestess, to preside over them.

However, Bo Saixi had completely changed her habit of handling everything personally and frequently guiding Li Qing's cultivation; she now pushed off or avoided any task related to him whenever possible.

She no longer went to the main hall to "accidentally" encounter Li Qing while he was training, and when guidance was necessary, she had Seahorse Douluo or the other pillars relay her instructions. Even the arrangements for Li Qing's daily meals and supplies were handed over to the specialized attendants of the Sea God Hall.

It was as if, overnight, she had transformed from that gentle sister back into the aloof, reclusive, and awe-inspiring High Priestess of Sea God Island.

Only Bo Saixi knew that she wasn't truly putting on airs; she was... hiding.

Whenever she had a moment between official duties, the scene from that day would uncontrollably surface in her mind—the boy's warm, firm palm, those startlingly bright eyes, and those absurd yet righteous words: "Isn't it better that you're older?" "I just like someone like you!"

Every time this happened, a blush would uncontrollably spread across Bo Saixi's exquisite face, and her heart would inexplicably race.

She had to forcibly circulate her soul power to suppress that strange agitation, then drive herself to work even harder, attempting to numb her chaotic thoughts with busyness.

She felt a deep sense of helplessness and... a sliver of shame.

To think that she, Bo Saixi, the High Priestess of Sea God Island and a ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo, had lived for over a hundred years—what great storms had she not weathered?

Back when the Spirit Hall army had pressed upon them, she had been able to face the battle calmly without a change in expression.

Facing the pursuit of Tang Chen or the admiration of Qian Daoliu, she had always been able to handle them with indifference and maintain her distance.

Yet now, she was being thrown into such a state of unrest by a twelve-year-old brat she had watched grow up, to the point where she had to hide from him?

This was simply... unbecoming!

It was a stain on her reputation!

More than once, Bo Saixi warned herself in her heart: that was merely a child's jest, another prank born of Li Qing's flighty personality, and it was not to be taken seriously. As his elder and the High Priestess, she should laugh it off, or even give him a proper lesson to teach him about respect and boundaries.

However... whenever she tried to summon the courage to put on a stern face and lecture Li Qing, the moment she recalled his clear eyes—which always held a hint of a mischievous smile—and his twisted logic, the momentum she had painstakingly gathered would instantly dissipate, replaced by an inexplicable, heart-fluttering sensation that left her even more flustered.

She was actually... a little afraid to see him.

This realization only made Bo Saixi more vexed.

She felt that she must have been in seclusion for too long, or handled too many divine affairs, to the point where her mind was no longer clear.

Perhaps, once Qian Daoliu and the others arrived and finalized the marriage alliance, letting that boy shift his attention to Qian Renxue, everything would return to normal?

Bo Saixi comforted herself with this thought, while selectively ignoring the faint, lingering trace of disappointment deep in her heart—a feeling she refused to even acknowledge to herself.

In this subtle and awkward atmosphere, a month passed quietly.

On this day, the weather was fine, the sky as clear as if washed, and not a cloud was in sight.

The restricted sea area surrounding Sea God Island, known as the Sea of Demon Soul Great White Sharks, was as calm as ever, with only the rhythmic waves gently lapping against the reefs.

However, this tranquility was soon broken.

A black sailing ship, small in size but exquisitely crafted, was heading toward Sea God Island at a steady pace.

The ship seemed to have been specially treated, making almost no sound as it sailed; if not for excellent eyesight, it would have been nearly impossible to spot on the vast ocean.

This ship was, naturally, from Spirit Hall, carrying Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue. After several days of sailing across the vast sea, they had finally reached the sphere of influence of Sea God Island.

The ship did not rashly intrude into the restricted zone of the Demon Soul Great White Sharks.

While still at a considerable distance from the main island, the ship slowed to a halt and dropped anchor.

Two figures, one after the other, emerged from the cabin and stepped onto the deck.

They were none other than Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue was dressed in a simple moon-white long dress today, covered by a light golden gauze cape, which made her tall and graceful figure appear even more saintly.

Her long golden hair was loosely pinned at the back of her head with a simple jade hairpin, with a few strands falling by her cheeks, swaying gently in the breeze.

Her beautiful violet eyes were currently fixed unblinkingly on the massive island in the distance, which shimmered with a soft halo under the sunlight like a celestial mountain overseas, her eyes filled with undisguised curiosity and wonder.

This was Sea God Island... the mysterious place her grandfather spoke of, which possessed the Sea God's inheritance and stood on equal footing with Spirit Hall.

This was also the place where the boy who might intersect with her own destiny lived.

The sea breeze blew with a salty, damp scent, yet it was fresher than the breeze on the mainland, containing rich water elements and an indescribable sense of holiness.

Qian Renxue could clearly feel that the energy of heaven and earth here, especially the water-attributed energy, was startlingly active.

"We have arrived, Xiao Xue." Qian Daoliu's voice sounded from the side. He stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes also gazing at Sea God Island, his expression complex, filled with both reminiscence and gravity.

"Ahead lies the territory of the Demon Soul Great White Shark clan; no ship is allowed to enter without permission. Let us fly over directly."

Qian Renxue nodded; she naturally knew the rules of Sea God Island.

With a thought, a holy and vast aura surged from within her!

Brilliant golden light erupted instantly, condensing and spreading behind her back to form two enormous, magnificent angel wings composed entirely of pure light energy!

Every feather seemed to be condensed from the purest holy light, and as they spread, they scattered golden light feathers. A holy and majestic aura permeated the air, and even the surrounding waves seemed to quiet down.

The Six-Winged Angel martial soul had descended!

Seeing this, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

He did not release his martial soul; instead, his soul power rippled slightly, and an invisible force field lifted him into the air.

At his level of cultivation, short-distance flight no longer required the aid of a martial soul.

"Let's go." Qian Daoliu let out a low shout, his figure transforming into a streak of golden light as he shot off toward Sea God Island, his speed as swift as a startled swan.

Qian Renxue dared not delay, the six wings on her back snapping open with a violent beat!

"Boom!"

The air emitted a soft, sonic-boom-like ring, and she transformed into an even more brilliant, dazzling golden meteor, trailing closely behind Qian Daoliu as she tore through the sky!

A sacred radiance streaked across the surface of the sea, leaving behind a golden trail that slowly dissipated.