Qian Renxue Was Thoroughly Grossed Out!

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

No matter how they listened, those words sounded suggestive.

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

But Xue Qinghe was a man!

Was he interested in men?

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

Could he be interested in 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 something like that.

Xue Qinghe's brows drew together slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed through her eyes.

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

"Brother Xue, the gift is so valuable. How could I accept it?"

Ning Wen waved his hands repeatedly.

[It's a pity you're hiding your identity right now. This Seat cannot acknowledge you.]

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

[If loving you is a sickness, then This Seat would rather forgo treatment. Let This Seat love you helplessly, hopelessly, beyond all cure!]

[In this life, even if This Seat must give up his own life, he will defy fate to change yours!]

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

Man, what's gotten into you today?

Could you stop spouting these cheesy love lines?

This is beyond embarrassing!

I've got goose bumps all over!

And wait, are you only doing this to Ning Rongrong?

If so, that's just awful for her, isn't it?

Ning Wen was not the only one. Xue Qinghe was thoroughly grossed out, and she even felt an urge to punch him.

He's just a little brat who hasn't even hit puberty. Why does he have so much going on in his head, and why is all of it so disgusting?

In an instant, 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 absurd!

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

Only Ning Rongrong stared with wide eyes, looking from Ning Wen to the gentle, handsome Xue Qinghe. Her little mind had gone completely blank, though for some reason, she also felt a faint thrill.

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

She could barely maintain her warm, flawless smile.

Those unbearably sappy lines kept flashing through her mind.

She had spent years pursuing Spirit Hall's grand ambitions, disguising herself as Xue Qinghe, the Heaven Dou Empire's eldest prince, since childhood. Long ago, she had learned to keep her composure.

But today!

For the first time, she wanted to hit someone.

Who wants your love?

Who asked you to defy fate for me?

You're just a little brat who hasn't even hit puberty!

Most importantly, if she was not mistaken, everyone present could hear the brat's thoughts.

In other words, everyone had gotten the wrong idea!

They thought Ning Wen secretly loved her while she was disguised as Xue Qinghe!

They might even think she was a pervert too.

Inside, Qian Renxue was beside herself. Outside, she could only maintain the demeanor befitting an eldest prince.

[Don't be afraid. This Seat cares nothing for gossip or the judgment of society.]

[There is no crime in love. This Seat's devotion to you is unwavering, so why hide it?]

[When you have achieved your ambitions and This Seat holds power over the world, he will proclaim it to all and promise you a lifetime together.]

"..."

Ning Wen stared wordlessly at the ceiling.

Heavens above!

Could you just strike me dead with lightning?

This was torture beyond anything he could have imagined.

"Ahem..."

Ning Fengzhi forced himself to cough twice, breaking the deathly silence. "Little Wen, Qinghe means well. Go ahead and accept it."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Ning Wen nodded mechanically.

His hands trembled slightly as he accepted the two rosewood gift boxes.

This is so embarrassing!

Xue Qinghe forced a smile and averted her gaze, no longer daring to look Ning Wen in the eye.

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

[You're avoiding This Seat's gaze. Has his peerless beauty made you shy?]

[No matter. This Seat understands!]

[This Seat will never let you down in this life!]

Xue Qinghe stiffened again. Her composure shattered completely.

You don't understand a thing!

I'm disgusted!

She was even beginning to question everything.

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

Otherwise, why is he so fixated on me?

It makes no sense at all!

Ning Wen had given up entirely.

Do whatever you want!

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

[Alas, in your previous life, just as you were about to ascend to godhood, Tang San and his father Tang Hao joined forces to ambush you. Your life was cut short.]

[Even after This Seat became a god, he could not bring you back.]

[Though, ten thousand years later on the Douluo Continent, a woman appeared who looked remarkably like you, she was only a similar flower, never you.]

At this point, the voice turned cold and murderous.

[In this life, I will make sure the two of them fall into hell for all eternity.]

Ning Wen's mouth twitched wildly. He was utterly speechless.

So you really do think you're some empress.

And you've cast Qian Renxue as that empress's brother.

To make your grand story work, you went and invented a tragic past-life regret that haunted you for ten thousand years!

You're something else!

I admit defeat, okay?

Could you please stop with the cheesy love lines?

You may have no shame, but I do!

Even if no one else could hear them, I'd be so embarrassed I could dig an entire apartment out of the floor with my toes.

Hearing that, Chen Xin and the others were dumbfounded.

What exactly happened in the future?

Deities once known only from 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 as a Deity's successor could hardly lack talent.

Ning Wen was the perfect example. The moment his Martial Soul awakened, Asura God had taken notice of him and bestowed ten levels of God-Given Soul Power.

But what was going on with Xue Qinghe?

The Xue clan might be the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, but its inherited Martial Soul was merely an ordinary Swan Martial Soul.

Its members had unremarkable aptitude and little combat strength.

For centuries, a member of the Xue clan reaching the Soul Saint realm had been considered exceptionally talented. Not one had ever become a Titled Douluo.

His student Xue Qinghe was among the most outstanding members of the Xue clan in generations!

But how could Xue Qinghe become a god?

For a moment, 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 calmly.