Qian Renxue's Deadly Seduction! Holy Angel!

The moment this thought arose, it grew wildly like weeds in the wild.

If she could secure his help, her future plans would inevitably gain several times better odds of success.

Just as Qian Renxue's mind raced through countless thoughts, Tang Shuo's voice pulled her back to reality.

"How do you feel right now?"

Qian Renxue steadied her mind and subconsciously wanted to shake her head.

"I'm fine..."

Before her words faded, she suddenly felt her vision darken. A strong wave of dizziness and nausea surged fiercely up from her stomach.

Her body softened, and she nearly fell over again.

Qian Renxue frowned tightly.

Strange.

Although her Angel Saint Armor had shattered, its defense still remained.

From beginning to end, she had never truly been touched by any poisonous creatures in the marsh.

How could she... show signs of being poisoned?

Just as she was in doubt, a warm palm gently rested on her shoulder.

Qian Renxue's body stiffened.

A wisp of warm soul power passed through that palm and slowly poured into her body.

It was a power carrying the aura of a scorching sun, warm and domineering.

From childhood to adulthood, when had she ever had such intimate contact with an unfamiliar man.

A strange feeling arose from deep within her body, making her want to break free.

However, at this moment, her limbs were weak and sore, unable to muster even a shred of strength.

"Don't move."

Tang Shuo's voice was steady and powerful.

"Just now, to purify the miasma, your soul power was almost completely exhausted. Then you forcefully condensed a major move, so your body had long reached its limit."

"Without soul power to protect your body, the toxic miasma of this Corrosive Poison Marsh will naturally take advantage of your weakness."

"Even though the amount is small, it's enough to make someone in your weakened state suffer immensely."

As his voice fell, the palm resting on Qian Renxue's shoulder flashed with a faint light.

Qian Renxue watched in astonishment.

A primitive-looking bronze mirror, the size of a palm, quietly appeared in Tang Shuo's palm.

A flowing light circulated across the surface of the mirror.

A strange suction force came from within the mirror, and she could clearly feel the cold, dark poisonous Qi that had invaded her limbs and bones being sucked out all at once, merging into that tiny mirror.

In just a few short breaths, that dizzy and nauseous feeling vanished into thin air.

Her body also regained a trace of strength.

Yet Qian Renxue's shock reached its peak.

She abruptly raised her head, her pair of pale-gold, beautiful eyes staring fixedly at Tang Shuo.

Just now, the thing that protected them was clearly a majestic and domineering Primordial Great Bell.

Now... what appeared in his hand was once again a profound and unpredictable archaic bronze mirror.

A great bell... a mirror...

A preposterous thought exploded violently in her mind.

Twin Martial Souls!

Her heartbeat skipped half a beat at this moment.

One great bell, immune to all techniques, specializing in ultimate defense.

One bronze mirror, purifying all toxins, specializing in support and healing.

What a perfect match?

One was the most indestructible shield on the battlefield.

The other was the most reassuring guarantee in a team.

Possessing either one was enough to make someone a top genius of the continent.

And he, Tang Shuo, possessed both.

The gaze Qian Renxue directed at Tang Shuo was nearly fervent.

This person must absolutely never become an enemy.

She must, at all costs, pull him into her own faction.

Tang Shuo retracted the bronze mirror, his aura much steadier.

He glanced at Qian Renxue, whose expression was shifting constantly, and spoke indistently.

"The residual poison in your body has been cleared."

"My soul power consumption was a bit heavy, I just need to rest for a moment."

Qian Renxue nodded silently without speaking.

Inside, however, her heart was surging with turbulent waves.

She believed that as long as she offered sufficiently generous conditions, supplemented by the supreme power of Spirit Hall, there was no genius in this world who could not be recruited.

Tang Shuo would definitely be hers.

As the toxins inside her body were cleared, Qian Renxue gradually regained a shred of strength as well.

Along with the return of her strength, another sensation followed closely behind.

Discomfort.

Her body was sticky, covered all over in marsh mud and rotting branches, exuding an unpleasant fishy stench.

For her, who had been pampered since childhood and even suffered from mysophobia, this was simply an unbearable torture.

Her gaze swept across her surroundings, and she quickly discovered a clear stream murmuring past not far away.

At this moment, the sound of that bright, clear water sounded nothing short of heavenly music.

Subconsciously, she wanted to walk over.

Yet the moment she took a step, she stopped again, turned her head, and glanced at Tang Shuo standing beside her.

Tang Shuo immediately understood what she meant.

He turned around very decisively, facing away from the direction of the stream.

"Rest assured, I am not that kind of person."

Qian Renxue merely glanced at his back.

"If you dare to peek, I will dig your eyes out."

Her words were merciless, but her heart was in extreme panic.

After speaking, she walked straight toward the stream.

Arriving by the stream, as she was about to undo the already tattered saint armor on her body, her movements paused once more.

Uneasy, she turned her head back and glanced again.

She saw that Tang Shuo still had his back to her, standing in place without moving at all, like a sculpture.

Confirming that he was a gentleman, Qian Renxue finally set her mind at ease.

She slowly removed the mud-stained garments from her body, revealing her snow-white, jade-like skin.

Her white, flawless feet carefully ventured into the water.

A cool sensation instantly spread from the soles of her feet throughout her entire body, making her feel so comfortable she almost cried out.

The stream gently washed over her body, carrying away those disgusting stains.

Her entire person felt much more refreshed.

However, she was ultimately depleted of soul power and had been poisoned, leaving her body in an extremely weakened state.

The pebbles underfoot were smooth and slippery, and the current was somewhat more rapid than she had imagined.

Qian Renxue failed to stand firm, her foot slipped, and her body lost its balance.

"Ugh..."

She only had time to emit a gasp before her entire body tumbled toward the deeper part of the stream.

"Plop!"

A clear sound of falling into the water broke the silence of the forest.

Tang Shuo, with his back to the stream, frowned sharply.

This sound wasn't right.

He immediately turned around and shouted urgently in the direction of the stream.

"Qian Renxue?"

No response.

"What is wrong with you?!"

In the stream, it remained utterly dead-silent.

Tang Shuo's heart sank heavily.

Something was wrong!

He no longer cared about any gentlemanly demeanor, turning abruptly with a gaze like lightning piercing toward the stream.

The next second, his movements, his breathing, and everything about him instantly froze.

The water splashed.

A figure was slowly rising from the center of the stream.

Soaked golden hair cascaded like a waterfall over her snow-white shoulders.

Water droplets slid down her slender neck, flowed past her delicate collarbone, and then traced along her perfect curves, sinking into the water and stirring up tiny, rippling circles.

The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the forest, casting its light upon her bare body. Her skin was white and jade-like as ice, emitting a hazy halo.

On that breathtakingly beautiful face, there was still a trace of bewilderment after choking on water, the corners of her eyes faintly red.

Holy, noble, yet carrying a fatal allure.