Qian Renxue Was Thoroughly Grossed Out!

Beside them, Ning Fengzhi and the others wore strange expressions.

No matter how they heard it, those words sounded suggestive.

It would have been one thing if they were directed at a woman.

But Xue Qinghe was a man!

Was Ning Wen interested in men?

Then what was all that talk about four wives back in the Great Star Dou Forest?

Did he like both men and women?

The instant that thought crossed their minds, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong each took an almost imperceptible step back.

Even on the Douluo Continent, not everyone could accept such a thing.

Xue Qinghe's brows drew together slightly, contemplation flickering in her eyes.

She had only heard that a genius with Innate Full Soul Power had emerged in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She had come under the pretext of visiting her teacher, hoping to win the genius over. She had never expected this.

"Brother Xue, this gift is far too valuable. How could I accept it?"

Ning Wen waved his hands repeatedly.

[What a pity you're still hiding your identity. I can't acknowledge you yet.]

[No matter how much time passes, your eyes are still as dazzling as ever.]

[If loving you is an illness, I'd gladly refuse treatment. Let me love you beyond all hope of a cure!]

[In this life, even if it costs me my own, I'll change your fate!]

Ning Wen went numb. Once again, he wanted to crawl into a hole.

Come on, what's gotten into you today?

Can you stop with the cheesy love lines?

This is beyond embarrassing!

I've got goosebumps all over!

And wait, weren't you only supposed to target Ning Rongrong?

If that's true, Ning Rongrong has it rough!

Ning Wen was hardly alone. Xue Qinghe was so disgusted that she almost wanted to punch him.

He was just a little brat barely out of diapers. Why did he have so much going on in his head, and why was all of it so revolting?

The entire hall fell silent.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong stiffly turned their heads away. None of them dared look Xue Qinghe in the eye.

A six-year-old brat had a crush on a grown man like Xue Qinghe?

It was too shocking, too outrageous!

Even knowing Ning Wen's true identity did not make it any easier to accept.

Only Ning Rongrong stared with wide eyes, looking from Ning Wen to the gentle, handsome Xue Qinghe. Her little mind went completely blank, though a strange flicker of excitement stirred in her heart.

But the person closest to breaking down was Xue Qinghe—or rather, Qian Renxue.

Her warm, flawless smile was on the verge of cracking.

Those unbearably sappy love lines kept flashing through her mind.

She had spent years disguised as Xue Qinghe, the Heaven Dou Empire's eldest prince, for Spirit Hall's grand ambitions. She had taken on the role as a child, and her temperament had long since grown steady and unruffled.

But today!

For the first time, she wanted to hit someone.

Who asked you to love me?

Who asked you to change my fate?

You're just a little brat barely out of diapers.

Worse still, if her observations were right, everyone present could hear the brat's thoughts.

In other words, every single person here had gotten the wrong idea!

They thought Ning Wen was secretly in love with her while she was disguised as Xue Qinghe!

They might even think she was a pervert too.

Inside, Qian Renxue was losing her mind. On the outside, she could only maintain the bearing expected of an eldest prince.

[Don't be afraid. I fear neither gossip nor the judgment of the world.]

[There's no shame in love. Why should I hide how deeply I love you?]

[Once you've achieved your ambitions and I hold the world in my hands, I'll tell everyone and promise you a lifetime together.]

"..."

Ning Wen stared wordlessly at the ceiling.

Heavens!

Can't you just send down a bolt of lightning and strike me dead?

This was torture beyond anything he had imagined!

"Ahem..."

Ning Fengzhi forced himself to clear his throat, breaking the deathly silence. "Wen, Qinghe means well. Go on, accept them."

"Then I'll gladly accept." Ning Wen nodded mechanically.

He reached out for the two rosewood gift boxes, his hands trembling slightly.

This is mortifying!

Xue Qinghe forced a smile. Her gaze darted away; she no longer dared meet Ning Wen's eyes.

She was afraid he would come out with another cheesy love line.

[You're avoiding my eyes. Has my peerless beauty made you shy?]

[Don't worry. I understand!]

[I'll never let you down in this life!]

Xue Qinghe stiffened again. That was the last straw.

You understand nothing!

I'm disgusted!

She even began to seriously question her life.

Could this brat and I really have some ill-fated connection from a past life?

Why else won't he leave me alone?

It makes no sense!

Ning Wen had given up completely.

Do whatever you want!

I refuse to believe you can come up with anything even more nauseating!

[Ah, in your previous life, just as you were about to ascend to godhood, Tang San and his father, Tang Hao, conspired against you and killed you.]

[Even after I became a god, I couldn't bring you back to life.]

[Though a woman who looked uncannily like you appeared on the Douluo Continent ten thousand years later, she was only a fleeting resemblance.]

At that, his tone turned cold and murderous.

[In this life, I'll make sure both of them fall into the deepest hell forever.]

Ning Wen's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He had no words left.

So you really do think you're some empress.

You've cast Qian Renxue as that empress's brother.

Just to show off and make your story work, you've invented a tragic past spanning lifetimes, with ten thousand years of lingering regret!

You win!

I admit defeat, okay?

Can you please stop with the cheesy love lines?

You might have no shame, but I do!

Even if no one else could hear you, I'm so embarrassed I could dig out an entire apartment with my toes.

Chen Xin and the others were dumbfounded.

What on earth would happen in the future?

Gods who had existed only in legend were appearing one after another.

First Ning Wen, then Tang San, and now Xue Qinghe.

He knew nothing about Tang San, but anyone chosen by a god as an heir surely had considerable talent.

Ning Wen was the perfect example. As soon as his Martial Soul awakened, he had caught the Asura God's attention and received ten levels of God-Given Soul Power.

But what was going on with Xue Qinghe?

The Xue might be Heaven Dou royalty, but their inherited Martial Soul was nothing more than an ordinary Swan Martial Soul.

Their aptitude was unremarkable, and their combat strength was weak.

For centuries, any member of the Xue who reached Soul Saint was considered exceptionally talented. Not one of them had ever become a Titled Douluo.

Even his student Xue Qinghe was among the most outstanding members of the Xue in generations!

But how could Xue Qinghe become a god?

An indescribable bitterness welled up in Ning Fengzhi's heart.

It was not that he was petty. The contrast was simply too great.

Too great for him to accept with equanimity.