Qian Renxue Returns Home

Xue Qinghe spoke very softly.

But to Blood Thorn, it was like a bolt from the blue.

He froze where he stood!

For so many years, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's reputation had been utterly terrifying.

It bore the title of the world's number one beast martial soul, and Titled Douluo-level experts guarded the sect.

Countless people coveted the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, yet no one had ever dared make a move against it.

Blood Thorn had never expected that, just to vent Wu Qingkong's anger, his young master wanted to bring down the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!

Blood Thorn trembled as he asked:

"Young Master, are you... are you sure?"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect itself is manageable."

"But that old dragon's strength far surpasses that of ordinary Titled Douluo!"

"If the True Dragon Nine Crowns erupted in full force, it could withstand several Titled Douluo head-on! If we surround and kill Yu Yuanzhen, we'll probably lose several Titled Douluo on our side."

Xue Qinghe smiled.

"The True Dragon Nine Crowns sound impressive, but they merely elevate soul rings to ninety-nine thousand years. I'll discuss it with Grandfather later."

"Send out two enshrined elders to keep him company, so that old dragon doesn't launch a desperate counterattack before dying and destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's treasury."

"As the third-ranked sect in the world for so long, it should have quite a few good things stored away."

"Let the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's centuries of accumulated treasures serve as compensation for Qingkong!"

After hearing this, Blood Thorn's scalp went numb.

The fate of the world's third-ranked sect had been decided in just a few words by Xue Qinghe.

As Xue Qinghe organized the memorials on his desk, he said softly:

"Xue Ye won't wake up anytime soon. I'll be leaving the palace for a while to handle some personal matters."

"I have a new task for you. Go deal with Yu Yuanqing."

Blood Thorn had no objections.

"This subordinate accepts the order."

As soon as he spoke, Blood Thorn's body turned into a streak of purple lightning and vanished into the distance.

After Xue Qinghe finished tidying everything up, he walked out the door.

Now,

Wu Qingkong was already on his way to break off his engagement, and she needed to speed up her own progress as well.

With a turn of her palm, a yellowed sheet of paper appeared in Xue Qinghe's hand.

This paper was the marriage contract Qian Daoliu had handed her some time ago.

The passage of time had turned the paper withered and yellow. The once-flexible rice paper had become so brittle that it seemed it would shatter into scraps at the slightest touch.

Even so, Xue Qinghe could still clearly read the words written on the marriage contract.

"Today, the Angel Douluo and his sworn brother, the Frost Sword Douluo, jointly establish this marriage pact. Should the descendants of both families have a son and daughter in the future, they shall be joined in marriage, forever strengthening the alliance. Once this pact is made, Heaven and Earth shall bear witness, and gods and ghosts shall testify. Whoever breaks this oath shall have their soul scattered and their cultivation extinguished."

Looking at the marriage contract, Xue Qinghe's expression turned strange as she murmured:

"My life is mine to decide. I'm sorry, my fiancé."

"I hope you won't blame me!"

Xue Qinghe gently blew on it, and the sheet of paper instantly shattered into scraps that filled the sky.

Watching the scraps drift through the air, a captivating smile curled at the corner of Xue Qinghe's lips.

"Qingkong, once I've broken off the engagement, I'll come find you..."

As her words fell, a pair of snow-white wings spread from Xue Qinghe's back. With one flap, her body shot into the distance like an arrow released from a bow.

After Xue Qinghe flew away,

the scraps drifting through the sky did not fall for a long while. Instead, they began to intertwine in midair.

Before long, they returned to their previous form and continued drifting into the distance...

Elsewhere,

after bidding Blood Thorn farewell, Wu Qingkong also rushed toward Spirit Hall at full speed.

Wu Qingkong wrapped soul power around his legs. Like a phantom, he darted and weaved through the forest, moving so fast that streaks of afterimages trailed behind him!

Whoosh!

A sharp whistle of something slicing through the air came from above Wu Qingkong's head.

A blurred figure swept overhead.

That person was incredibly fast—so fast that Wu Qingkong could not even see their shadow. Yet he sensed a faint, indistinct familiarity from them.

Wu Qingkong was puzzled. Who exactly was that person?!

But no matter how hard Wu Qingkong thought, he could not find an answer.

As far as he remembered, he did not know any agility-attack or pure agility soul masters.

"Maybe I'm nervous because I'm going to break off an engagement!"

Wu Qingkong stopped dwelling on it and continued toward Spirit Hall.

High in the sky,

Xue Qinghe suddenly came to a stop.

"How strange. I seem to have sensed a familiar aura."

"Who was that?!"

Xue Qinghe lowered her gaze toward the ground below.

But there was nothing beneath her. Let alone a person, there was not even a single soul beast.

She helplessly shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"Maybe I'm nervous because I'm going to break off an engagement!"

"Forget it, I won't think about it."

"I need to settle this engagement quickly. I can't keep Xue Ye waiting for too long."

As Xue Qinghe sped forward at full speed, a magnificent golden palace appeared before her.

This palace was Spirit Hall, the sacred land in the hearts of countless soul masters!

Xue Qinghe descended from the sky and headed straight toward the palace.

She had only taken a few steps when patrolling guards in golden armor stopped her.

"Stop!"

"This is an important area of Spirit Hall. Unauthorized individuals are forbidden from entering."

Xue Qinghe smiled helplessly.

"I really was too anxious. I'm already home, so why am I still dressed like this?!"

As her words fell, Xue Qinghe lightly touched her forehead with a finger.

At her forehead,

a dazzling golden light flashed. As it shone, Xue Qinghe's hair began to grow continuously.

Her previously short hair transformed into waist-length golden hair in the span of a breath.

Her original shirt and trousers also changed into a fitted long dress.

The mask on her face began to melt away beneath the golden light.

The face of a young girl slowly emerged.

The handsome young man from before had become a girl in the blink of an eye.

The girl's skin was whiter than snow, and her features were exquisitely beautiful. Beneath her long dress, her graceful figure was perfectly displayed.

It was as though the girl had received all the Creator's favor. Whether in looks or figure, not the slightest flaw could be found in her.

Seeing the girl's pure and breathtaking face, the guards blushed.

But soon, the two guards lowered their heads in unison.

"Welcome home, Young Mistress."

Qian Renxue nodded and entered Spirit Hall.

Inside a secret chamber.

As though he had suddenly sensed something, Qian Daoliu looked toward Spirit Hall's entrance.

A streak of golden light was flying toward him.

With a casual gesture from Qian Daoliu, the golden light flew directly toward him.

As it drew closer, Qian Daoliu finally saw what it was.

He smiled helplessly and reached a hand into the ball of light.

The light dissipated.

An ancient sheet of paper appeared in Qian Daoliu's hand.

He gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Brother Frost Sword, in the end, I am still no match for you..."

"I never expected that, after all these years, you still had this move prepared..."

"But daughters grow up and leave home. I've already done everything I could, little brother!"

"This silly girl insists on breaking off the engagement. I can't stop her!"

"Ah..."