Jealousy, Giving In, and the Angel Miss Who Thought She Was an Idiot

Su Yu: ???

"You're crazy!"

"Isn't this just jealousy?"

Qian Renxue admitted it openly. "I am jealous."

Aside from the Divine Angel and Dark Angel, Qian Renxue noticed the ultimate configuration beneath Su Yu's feet: yellow, purple, purple, black—four Spirit Rings.

His Fourth Spirit Ring was ten thousand years old. And he had achieved this without absorbing a Spirit Bone; relying on an External Spirit Bone alone had allowed him to reach this level.

"Why is your Fourth Spirit Ring ten thousand years old? Ugh, this is infuriating."

Grandfather might as well have explained everything in the letter. He had made her feel so awful; she had to teach him a harsh lesson.

"Big Sister, what's your current cultivation?"

Su Yu approached curiously and asked.

That figure activated Flash and arrived before Qian Renxue in the instant she rubbed her eyes.

Qian Renxue jumped in fright. Her heart immediately fell into disarray, though she still forced herself to remain composed.

"What's wrong with being a Spirit Ancestor? Besides, my cultivation was delayed because of my undercover mission. Otherwise, I'd have long since been heading for Spirit Emperor."

"My foolish sister, if you give in now, I can give you an Immortal Herb to help you break through to Spirit King. It can also increase your cultivation speed from here on out."

Su Yu laid out an extremely tempting offer.

It was tempting enough to move even Serpent Spear Douluo.

An Immortal Herb could let Su Yu reach the Spirit King realm at twelve years old.

If that wasn't cheating, what was?

He only regretted that he was not a woman.

Otherwise, he would definitely ask Su Yu for an Immortal Herb to try.

"Really?"

Qian Renxue responded somewhat dazedly.

She still believed what he said about Immortal Herbs.

"Of course." Su Yu stepped back from Qian Renxue and said seriously, "I, Su Yu, keep my word. Besides, I'll need to trouble you often in the future."

"I was wrong, Little Brother. I apologize to you."

Qian Renxue spoke softly, yielding in her words and taking the initiative to ease the tension between them.

But this concession was only a step in the process. She had never truly admitted defeat. Once she obtained the Immortal Herb, she would have to drag Su Yu into bed someday and make him repeat what he had done today.

If he dared refuse, she would stomp on his face hard with her soft, fragrant little feet.

There had been a scene like that in a storybook novel she had read recently. A man having his face stepped on by a woman was an extremely humiliating thing.

"At least Big Sister understands."

Su Yu smiled. It was about time.

He had only intended to chat with this newly acquired sister of his. Who would have thought they would hit it off so well, only to fall out after a few sentences?

He took out a jade box from his Storage Soul Tool. The moment he opened it, brilliant golden light shone forth.

Qian Renxue stared fixedly at the Immortal Herb in the jade box. The golden flower was crystal-clear, and she could not tear her gaze away.

"Holy Light Mystic Origin Flower."

"As long as a Spirit Master possesses a light or sacred attribute and consumes this Immortal Herb,

not only will the source of their Martial Soul undergo transformation, but their talent will also rise to another level."

Su Yu's few simple words

had already thoroughly moved Qian Renxue. She immediately rushed forward in excitement and grabbed Su Yu's hand.

"Xiaoyu, I knew you were still thinking of your sister. Even though this is our first meeting, you still gave me an Immortal Herb."

Qian Renxue was already overjoyed.

All that talk about refusing to give in was nonsense.

Her little brother cared so much about her, yet she had been thinking about stepping on his face. That was truly too much.

Fortunately, Xiaoyu could not read minds.

Otherwise, she would be mortified.

"As long as Big Sister likes it, take it."

Qian Renxue's reaction made Su Yu feel a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Little Brother. Big Sister loves it."

Qian Renxue happily accepted the Immortal Herb, then pulled the still-dazed Su Yu into her embrace.

"Little Brother Xiaoyu, welcome to Tiandou City. Those six years must have been very difficult, right? Big Sister will stay with you."

Qian Renxue spoke to Su Yu with the gentle tone of an older sister.

She deeply empathized with Su Yu's childhood.

For six years, all he had known was cultivation. He had not had a single friend.

For a child from six to twelve years old, that meant a childhood lacking in joy.

Therefore, from now on, she had to cherish Su Yu properly.

"Got it, Big Sister. Stop hugging me. I can barely breathe."

Su Yu's breathing had become labored.

Why was she squeezing him so hard?

"I got a little excited." Qian Renxue smiled sheepishly.

Watching this scene, Greenlark Douluo only felt that it carried the warmth of a father and daughter. Yet the two of them insisted on calling themselves siblings, which somehow felt wrong.

"Today, Big Sister will host a banquet for Little Brother Xiaoyu and Third Grandfather. Put the matter of the documents aside for now."

Qian Renxue said happily, then instructed the manor servants to prepare a feast.

Everyone in the Crown Prince Manor had been sent by Spirit Hall, so there was no need to worry about safety.

Qian Renxue personally went to prepare a few things.

Serpent Spear Douluo followed close behind. Seeing Su Yu's face while staying here made him feel as alarmed as if he had seen the Former Pope.

"Xiaoyu, what do you think of this sister you had never met before?"

Once Greenlark Douluo saw that no one else was around, he stepped forward to have a proper chat with Su Yu.

"She gets angry easily, but she might be a little wicked inside. Still, she changed when I gave her the Immortal Herb."

Su Yu answered honestly.

"You can read minds too?" Greenlark Douluo was astonished.

"No, but Big Sister's expression gave her away. She isn't used to giving in to me, and she's always been respected by others. How could she ever have suffered such a grievance?"

Su Yu explained unhurriedly.

"So that's how it is."

"Still, Xiaoxue's life has indeed been pitiful. Ever since she was born, she never had a warm childhood.

Her father, Qian Xunji, died young. Her birth mother treated her with utter coldness and disgust, never giving her even a shred of maternal love, only seeing her as an irrelevant burden.

In the enormous Spirit Hall, her grandfather Qian Daoliu was her only support. Then, at nine years old, she came to Tiandou City to go undercover.

That's why Xiaoxue hugged you like that just now."

Greenlark Douluo explained the full story.

As for who her mother was, Greenlark Douluo did not make it very clear.

"It's a good thing Big Sister didn't bottle it all up until she broke. Otherwise, it would've been bad if she had pulled out a sword and chopped me up just now." Su Yu joked with a smile.

"Hahaha, so you do know fear, kid. Don't worry, Xiaoxue would never do something like that."

As far as Qian Renxue was concerned,

at most, she would teach someone a lesson, sulk, and nurse her anger. Drawing a sword to kill someone was impossible.

Not long afterward.

Once Qian Renxue had finished, she pulled Su Yu beneath a tree and raised a cup filled with fine wine.

"Come on, stinky little brother. Let's have a drink."

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Huh? We're drinking as soon as I get here?" Su Yu was a little surprised.

"Stinky little brother, don't tell me you're afraid to drink?" Qian Renxue teased.

"You're underestimating me too much."

Su Yu picked up his cup, clinked it against Qian Renxue's, and drained it in one gulp.

The strong liquor burned down Su Yu's throat, and he frowned slightly. The alcohol really hit hard!

The time that followed was spent talking freely about life. After three rounds of drinks,

Qian Renxue was slightly tipsy, while Su Yu had already gone outside to get some fresh air.

"I should go into seclusion and break through first."

He needed to refine the Immortal Herb Su Yu had given her as soon as possible.