Qian Renxue in a JK Uniform

On the road to Nod Town.

Li Xun rubbed his head.

"Brother Xun, what's wrong? Not feeling well?" Tang San asked.

Li Xun shook his head. "No. All these days of travel have just left me with a bit of a headache."

That was what he said, but he knew what had caused it.

After the Heavenly Screen played its music, the complete lyrics, melodies, and arrangements of two songs had been etched into the depths of his mind with perfect clarity. The sudden influx left his head feeling swollen and uncomfortable.

Hearing this, Tang Hao stepped closer. He sent a gentle, steady thread of Soul Power through Li Xun's body, carefully examining his meridians and Sea of Consciousness.

A moment later, Tang Hao withdrew his Soul Power.

His brow relaxed. He had found no blockages, injuries, or unusual fluctuations of Soul Power. Everything in Li Xun's body was normal; he was merely a little mentally exhausted.

"Nothing serious. You're worn out. Some rest will do you good," Tang Hao said, relieved.

[Inside a smoothly moving soul-powered car, the window slowly descended. A transformed city came into view before Li Qingyang: Spirit City in the future.

The old Spirit City, once austere and steeped in history, had changed beyond recognition. Towering buildings had risen in place of its old walls, filling it with the bustle of a modern metropolis.

Dusk was approaching. The setting sun washed over the city, gilding its varied rooftops. Yet even at this hour, the city showed no sign of quieting down. Traffic streamed through crowded streets, voices rang out everywhere, and the whole place brimmed with life.

Along both sides of the road, children of seven or eight carried light schoolbags as they walked in laughing groups. They chased one another through the streets, their bright voices spilling in every direction.

Overhead, tracks crisscrossed the sky. Subways and high-speed trains raced past, while great stations swarmed with people. Everywhere Li Qingyang looked, the future city was thriving.

After taking in the sights, the soul-powered car pulled up smoothly before an elegant, luxurious detached villa.

Li Qingyang got out and walked into the courtyard. He had barely crossed the entrance when a sweet young voice greeted him.

In the living room stood a little girl of extraordinary beauty, her features so like Qian Renxue's that they could have been cast from the same mold. She looked up with clear, bright eyes, smiling sweetly.

"Big brother, you're back!"

"Mm." Li Qingyang greeted her, took off his coat, and handed it to a waiting maid. Then he turned to his sister.

"Mu Shuang, is Mom back yet?"

Li Mushuang nodded. Blinking eyes identical to Qian Renxue's, she answered in her soft little voice, "She's back! She and Dad are upstairs recording a song. She said she'd come down and cook when they're done."

The Heavenly Screen shifted, cutting to the upper floor of the villa.

The first thing to appear was a pair of long legs in snow-white stockings, their lines straight and graceful.

The stockings ended at mid-thigh. Above them was a neatly tailored navy pleated skirt, its crisp folds falling to just the right length. A narrow strip of fair skin showed between the stockings and the hem.

The view rose to a fitted white sailor blouse. Its clean-cut collar and neat rows of tiny gold buttons set off her slender neck and graceful shoulders.

At last, Qian Renxue's face came fully into view. Her appearance had not changed at all since the Heavenly Screen had shown her fighting. She was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Her brilliant golden hair was no longer pinned up in an imposing style. It fell loosely over her shoulders, soft strands resting against her white collar. Gold and white caught the light together.

The cold, distant authority she had once carried as the Angel God was gone. In the youthful JK uniform, she seemed less like an untouchable deity and more like a warm, gentle girl next door.

She stood quietly beside Li Xun, her expression soft and all its sharpness gone. Leaning in slightly, she discussed the melody with him in a low voice and checked the lyrics on the page. The crisp uniform made her look bright, lively, and captivating.]

While the Heavenly Screen had shown Li Qingyang riding home, the comments had been buzzing over Spirit City's new appearance.

Viewers marveled that the metropolis of skyscrapers and advanced transportation bore almost no resemblance to the solemn old Spirit City they knew. Many also praised Li Mushuang's adorable looks, saying she was the image of a younger Qian Renxue.

But when the view rose to reveal Qian Renxue in her JK uniform, the torrent of comments fell silent for a moment.

Countless viewers stared wide-eyed. More than a few let their mouths fall open in shock.

Then comments flooded the screen:

[Oh my god, is that really Qian Renxue, the Angel God?!]

[What kind of outfit is that? On the Angel God, it gives her such a... I can't even describe it.]

[I'll say it for you! Sweet and innocent, but alluring too! Right?]

[Yes! That's exactly it!]

[Is this a gift of becoming a god? Qian Renxue looks as though she'll stay eighteen forever.]

[Seriously. So many women dread growing older, but time can't touch her. I'm so jealous.]

[I'm even more jealous of Asura God Li Xun. His wife stays young forever and is willing to dress like that for him. The rest of us can only imagine what that's like.]

[Can I ask something? If I set out for Spirit City right now and tried to win Qian Renxue over, would I have a chance?]

[Give up while you're ahead, brother. Li Xun had Twin Martial Souls and full innate Soul Power, and Spirit Hall's higher-ups still tried everything to split them apart. For the likes of us, dreaming is more realistic.]

"Wow, she's so pretty!"

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong could not help exclaiming as she gazed at Qian Renxue in her JK uniform. Her eyes shone with admiration.

Proud and accustomed to being called a little devil, Ning Rongrong rarely praised another woman so sincerely. That she did now spoke to just how stunning Qian Renxue looked on the Heavenly Screen.

Inside the Heaven Dou Crown Prince's Residence.

Qian Renxue's cheeks burned as she stared at herself on the Heavenly Screen. She hurriedly covered her face, unable to look at the image again—or at the expressions of anyone around her.

The woman on the screen looked innocent yet alluring. That outfit, that air about her, was nothing like how she saw herself. She had never imagined her future self could look that way.

Nearby, Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo exchanged disbelieving looks.

The poised, aloof young mistress before them seemed worlds apart from the lively, gentle woman on the screen. The contrast left even the two Titled Douluo dazed.