At this thought, Qian Renxue could not help laughing despite herself. Did she really need to think so much just because of Tang Mo's views?
The two entered Tang Mo's room. Tang Mo took out the Hundred Flowers Dew he had obtained from Yue Guan, poured Qian Renxue a cup, then swallowed a Crimson Yang Pill with the dew.
Because Yue Guan's Martial Soul was the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, he particularly loved growing flowers and tending plants. His residence was filled with all sorts of flowers, including chrysanthemums.
He also took care of his skin, so he would occasionally collect the dew that condensed on flower petals to make all-natural skincare products.
Thus, Tang Mo had obtained quite a lot of Hundred Flowers Dew from him without much effort.
"Gulp!"
After swallowing the Crimson Yang Pill, Tang Mo sat cross-legged. Seeing this, Qian Renxue copied his series of movements, then began refining the pill's medicinal power.
As the Crimson Yang Pill slipped down his throat, warmth suddenly surged from Tang Mo's chest, swiftly coursing through his limbs and bones and passing through the conception and governing vessels. Following the cultivation route recorded in the Five Treasures Body Protection Method, it continuously circulated through a Microcosmic Orbit within him.
The warmth brought by the Crimson Yang Pill was impossible to ignore. Soon, it gradually dispersed into faint, almost imperceptible threads of warmth within his body, which he absorbed bit by bit.
Once he had fully absorbed the gentle medicinal power, his physical strength had improved by at least ten percent, and his meridians had become more resilient as well.
He could feel that his current physique would most likely allow him to accommodate a Soul Ring around thirty thousand years old.
Ordinarily, only a rank-seventy Quasi-Soul Saint would consider a Soul Ring produced by a thirty-thousand-year Soul Beast when absorbing a ring.
Realizing this, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed through Tang Mo's eyes. Although his physique now rivaled that of a rank-seventy Quasi-Soul Saint, his upper limit for a Soul Ring's age was only fifty thousand years.
If holding Ah Yin's original body hostage could not force the Blue Silver King in the Star Dou Great Forest to show himself, he could only choose to hunt another Plant-type Soul Beast.
But since he had chosen to coerce the Blue Silver King into becoming his third Soul Ring, that meant he would not give up easily.
Even if the plan failed, the Plant-type Soul Beast he hunted could not be too much younger than the Blue Silver King.
The Blue Silver King possessed roughly eighty thousand years of cultivation. If he willingly sacrificed himself, Tang Mo would not need to worry about being unable to withstand it.
But if he forcibly killed a Plant-type Soul Beast of a similar age, his current physique probably could not withstand an eighty-thousand-year Soul Ring.
Thus, although he had intended to begin his plan to seize Ah Yin's original body and Soul Bone, he had no choice but to shelve it for now and continue strengthening his physique in Vast Sea City.
Having made a simple plan in his mind, he was soon dazzled by a brilliant golden light.
He turned his head and discovered that Qian Renxue had, at some point, become enveloped in radiant golden light.
Holy light formed an outer shell, while a pair of snow-white wings formed the inner lining, the two wrapping Qian Renxue tightly within.
Before long, threads of an even more powerful holy aura gradually emerged within the golden light, like tiny, insignificant grains of ice suddenly appearing in water cooled to its freezing point.
He could feel the Six-Winged Angel's holy light within Qian Renxue undergoing some sort of transformation.
"Rustle! Rustle!"
With two soft rustles, the Angel Wings disguised as two pairs of Swan wings split off another two pairs. All six wings, three pairs in total, slowly spread out: one pair covered Qian Renxue's face, one hovered behind her for flight, and one covered her feet, which had somehow lost their shoes.
The original text of the Bible's Book of Isaiah recorded: "I saw the Lord seated on a high and lofty throne. The train of his robe filled the temple. Above him stood seraphim. Each had six wings: with two they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew."
Qian Renxue's posture at that moment closely resembled the six-winged seraph described in the book. "Seraph" was a transliterated name; translated into Chinese, it could mean "transmitter of heat," "maker of heat," or "blazing angel."
It was said that before Satan fell, he had belonged to the blazing angels-the rank of seraphim.
Qian Renxue's fate seemed to have a certain connection to Satan's: first attaining Godhood, then falling from a god to a human, which, for an angel, constituted a fall.
Boom!
After a faint rumble, the light radiating from Qian Renxue grew even more intense. Her aura surged in an instant as she advanced from rank forty-nine to rank fifty.
Rank fifty was not the limit of Qian Renxue's improvement; rather, her Soul Power beyond that would not manifest until she obtained a Soul Ring. If she possessed her fifth Soul Ring at that moment, her Soul Power would have been at least rank fifty-four.
Her six wings slowly spread as she floated in midair. The golden light faded little by little, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face that still held a trace of youthful immaturity. Her long golden hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and the ill-fitting attire of the Heaven Dou Empire's crown prince draped her body, looking a size too small.
It was not that Qian Renxue was much heavier than she was in disguise. Rather, she now had flesh where she should and was slender where she should be, making the clothes look a size too small.
"You little brat, do I look good?" Qian Renxue opened her eyes, a golden gleam flashing through them before vanishing. She lowered her head to look down at Tang Mo, seemingly hoping to find some emotion that should not have been there in his eyes.
Yet Tang Mo's eyes were exceptionally clear, like a pool of autumn water without the slightest impurity. There was neither amazement nor distaste.
A trace of dissatisfaction flashed through Qian Renxue's eyes. Then she retracted her six wings, descended from the air, and quietly came before Tang Mo.
As Qian Renxue approached, half of Tang Mo's field of vision was blocked, leaving him able to see only half the ceiling.
"You little brat, let me ask you something. If one day I go to war with that woman, whose side will you stand on?" Qian Renxue suddenly asked, her golden eyes staring unblinkingly into Tang Mo's.
"I honestly don't care who wins or loses. All I care about is whether, after the world is unified, it can develop according to my ideas," Tang Mo said truthfully.
Hearing this, Qian Renxue pursed her lips in displeasure, clearly extremely dissatisfied with his answer.
"But even if you lose, I'll stand in front of you." Tang Mo suddenly said something contrary to his true feelings.
That had been his original thinking: he did not care who won or lost in the struggle between Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong. He cared only about whether Spirit Hall's accumulated strength would be exhausted in their fighting.
Even without Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, as long as Spirit Hall's accumulated strength remained, taking down the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire would not be particularly difficult.
To put it plainly, if not for Tang San's powerful rise at the end, the Spirit Hall Empire truly had the ability to destroy the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.
But while destroying the two empires was easy, governing the world was the difficult part. The Spirit Hall Empire was an empire supported primarily by Soul Masters, and governing the world required not only Soul Masters skilled in warfare but also specialized talent.
And no one knew where such specialized talent might appear. They might be living as ordinary people in remote villages, or they might be mingling among the Soul Master legions.
This was a concrete example of how thousand-mile steeds were common, but those with the eye to recognize them were not. Bibi Dong had been too impatient; she had not found the specialists who could drive the empire's administration.
Thus, Tang Mo's final remark did not count as deception. It could only be considered giving Qian Renxue emotional gratification.
After all, if Qian Renxue did not receive enough emotional gratification, she would find it difficult to focus on carrying out the plan and would instead keep thinking about how to take revenge on Bibi Dong.
With Tang Mo voicing his support for her, Qian Renxue saw it as winning a round against Bibi Dong in recruiting talent.
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