Chapter 207 Extra Chapter 6: Qian Renxue.
Her face flushed crimson to the roots of her neck.
"Awake?" Lin Yuan chuckled, stroking her long hair.
"Husband," Ye Lingling nestled shyly into his arms, her voice soft and sweet, "Am I dreaming?"
"If this is a dream, I'd rather never wake up."
Lin Yuan chuckled, taking her hand and placing it on his heart. "This isn't a dream. Your martial soul has evolved; you've become a god."
Lin Yuan leaned close to her ear, grinning mischievously, "Moreover, your recovery ability is incredible. No matter what happened last night, you recovered instantly. This gives me a great sense of accomplishment, but it's also quite challenging."
Ye Lingling understood the implication and playfully punched him, blushing, "Husband, you're so naughty!"
Just then, a commotion arose in the distance.
"Quick, quick, quick! I sense it! There's divine energy fluctuation in the Begonia Garden! It must be that Sister Lingling has succeeded too!"
Xiao Wu, leading the way, followed Rongrong, Zhu Qing, Yan'er, Bing'er, Xue Wu, and their "harem inspection team," rushing in.
When they saw the scattered petals and Ye Lingling nestled in Lin Yuan's arms, radiant and without a veil, everyone was stunned.
Although shy, Ye Lingling didn't hide as before. She held Lin Yuan's hand tightly, bravely raising her head and revealing a breathtaking smile: "Please take good care of me, sisters."
Canglan Academy, Angel Pavilion.
This is the highest point in the academy, bathed in the purest sunlight year-round.
A magnificent golden temple stands above the sea of clouds, exuding a sacred and inviolable aura.
This is Qian Renxue's place of seclusion after becoming a god.
However, the moonlight tonight seemed exceptionally cold, casting an indescribable loneliness over the magnificent temple.
On the main throne, Qian Renxue, dressed in a splendid golden palace gown, lacked the usual haughty joy.
Her signature golden hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her exquisite face bore a trace of melancholy incongruous with her divine status.
In her hand, she held a golden goblet filled with "Angel's Sacred Wine," a special offering from the divine realm.
This wine was enough to intoxicate even a single drop for an ordinary soul master, and even gods would become intoxicated and confused after too much.
At this moment, several empty goblets lay scattered at her feet.
"Hehe..."
Qian Renxue gazed out of the temple, her eyes hazy with intoxication. Through the clouds, she could see the brightly lit Star-Picking Tower below, and faintly hear the laughter and playful sounds of Xiao Wu and the others.
Since Ye Lingling had also resolved her inner turmoil and moved into the Star-Picking Tower, that place had become a true "land of gentle pleasures."
But here, it had become a true "Moon Palace."
"Why..."
Qian Renxue downed the wine in her cup in one gulp. The spicy liquid slid down her throat, but it couldn't quell the restlessness in her heart.
"In terms of lineage, I am the young master of the Spirit Hall; in terms of talent, I possess innate level twenty full soul power; in terms of divine status, I am the Angel God with the longest lineage!"
"Where am I inferior to them?"
"Why does my teacher revolve around them every day, while I'm alone in this cold, desolate temple?"
The alcohol surged, and the grievances and jealousy she usually suppressed with reason and pride erupted like a burst dam.
She had always maintained her composure. She was Qian Renxue, the proud Angel God. She couldn't do what Rongrong did—offer herself willingly—nor could she lower herself to cry like Zhu Qing.
She was waiting.
Waiting for that man to look at her, to walk towards her.
But what she received was the increasingly boisterous laughter and chatter of the Star-Picking Tower, and the increasingly desolate moonlight on her side.
"Lin Yuan, you bastard!"
Qian Renxue staggered to her feet, the golden goblet in her hand clattering to the ground.
Fueled by alcohol, she pointed towards the Star-Picking Tower and cursed.
Just then, the immense angelic power within her began to spiral out of control, golden light raging wildly within the temple, shattering the surrounding decorations.
She was like a wounded golden lion licking its wounds alone, both dangerous and vulnerable.
"Have you had enough?"
Just then, a calm yet authoritative voice suddenly rang out behind her.
Qian Renxue turned sharply.
There stood Lin Yuan at the temple entrance, dressed in black, hands clasped behind his back.
He walked against the moonlight, like a king emerging from the darkness, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Teacher?"
Qian Renxue sobered up halfway instantly.
She instinctively tried to tidy herself, to regain her noble and elegant angelic image.
But soon, the resentment of being ignored surged back into her heart.
Using the remaining half of her drunkenness, she didn't bow, but instead straightened her back, looking directly into Lin Yuan's eyes, and sneered:
"What? Has the Supreme God-King finally remembered that you have a disciple in this corner?"
"Is the gentle haven of the Star-Picking Tower too crowded, and you've come out for some fresh air?"
These barbed words would have been enough to kill anyone else with a slap from Lin Yuan.
But Lin Yuan simply looked at her quietly, at her flushed face from the alcohol, and at her golden eyes filled with stubbornness and tears.
"Xue'er, you have overstepped your bounds."
Lin Yuan's voice remained calm, but carried an undeniable power.
He walked step by step towards Qian Renxue.
With each step, his aura grew stronger.
When he reached Qian Renxue, the terrifying pressure of the Human Emperor completely suppressed the restless angelic power within her.
Qian Renxue felt as if she were being stared at by an ancient behemoth, making it difficult to breathe. She wanted to retreat, but found her legs weak and unable to move.
"Overstepping boundaries? Heh..."
Qian Renxue gave a bitter laugh: "Yes, I overstepped boundaries. I am a disciple, I shouldn't have had improper thoughts about my teacher, I shouldn't have been jealous of my master's wives."
"Fool."
Lin Yuan sighed, reaching out to pull this prickly yet incredibly soft-hearted woman into his arms.
"I've never abandoned you."
"I'm just waiting."
Qian Renxue suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the man so close to her: "Waiting for what?"
"Waiting for you to let go of your damn pride."
Lin Yuan's fingers gently traced the contours of her perfect face: "Qian Renxue, you're too proud. This pride once supported you through the darkest years, but now, it has become a shackle on your pursuit of happiness."
"Xiao Wu and the others all know what they want and bravely fight for it."
"But you, you just hide here drinking alone, waiting for others to guess your thoughts."
Lin Yuan's words were like a sharp knife, precisely piercing through all of Qian Renxue's pretense.
Her pride, her self-esteem, crumbled at this moment.
"I..."
Qian Renxue opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.
Lin Yuan lowered his head, bringing his warm breath to her sensitive earlobe: "And who told you I'm not interested in you anymore?"
Boom!
Qian Renxue's mind went completely blank.
Before she could react, Lin Yuan had already leaned down and kissed her lips, which smelled of wine.
Unlike his gentleness or flirtation towards other women, Lin Yuan's kiss to Qian Renxue carried a strong desire to conquer.
He was telling her: You, Qian Renxue, don't need to put on airs anymore, you don't need to be strong alone anymore.
In my arms, you can be that little woman who needs to be loved again.
"Mmm."
Qian Renxue's body stiffened instantly, then quickly softened.
Her hands, which had nowhere to go, finally gripped Lin Yuan's clothes tightly on the back. She responded clumsily but passionately, pouring all the emotions she had suppressed over the years into this kiss.
The moonlight had somehow hidden behind the clouds, and the doors of the temple slammed shut.
Golden curtains fell, obscuring the two intertwined figures on the throne.
"Teacher, I..."
"Call me husband."
"Husband, husband."
For the first time, Qian Renxue's voice was tinged with allure. The contrast between that aloof goddess and her fallen mortal self was enough to drive any man mad.
"Xue'er, your angelic armor is too much of a hindrance."
Lin Yuan's large hand covered the hard golden armor on her chest, applying slight pressure.
That divine armor, symbolizing the supreme defense of the angel god, was like paper before the power of the human emperor, instantly dissipating into specks of golden light.
Beneath the armor was Qian Renxue's breathtakingly perfect body.
Years of cultivation and nourishment from divine power had given her an ultimate figure that was more mature than Xiao Wu, more proportionate than Zhu Qing, and more noble than Rong Rong.
Her skin was glowing white, radiating a faint aura of holiness.
"So beautiful," Lin Yuan exclaimed sincerely.
Qian Renxue closed her eyes in embarrassment, but she did not back down. The alcohol and love sustained her, leading her to make the boldest move of her life.
The six enormous golden wings behind her suddenly unfurled, radiating a soft and holy light, enveloping the two of them in a golden cocoon of light.
"My lord, possess me, let me also become a member of the Star-Picking Tower."
That night, the holy light within the Angel Temple shone brightly for an entire night.
The sacred and the mundane, the noble and the desirous, merged perfectly here.
Qian Renxue finally let go of all her pride, giving her all to reciprocate and experience the long-awaited happiness.
Although her first time was clumsy, her divine constitution gave her astonishing resilience and recovery.
In this conquest of love, the proud angel finally broke her pride, willingly becoming the Human Emperor's most loyal companion.
The next morning.
The first rays of sunlight shone into the temple.
Qian Renxue leaned lazily against Lin Yuan's chest, her long golden hair cascading across the throne like a golden waterfall.
Her face still bore the blush of last night's madness, the loneliness and desolation between her brows long gone, replaced by an unprecedented shyness and contentment, like that of a young woman.
"Awake?" Lin Yuan twirled a strand of her hair, asking with a smile.
"Mmm." Qian Renxue buried her head in Lin Yuan's chest, her voice slightly hoarse: "Husband, was I too crazy last night?"
Fueled by alcohol, she had done many things she would never have dared to do so sober, and now, thinking back, she felt utterly ashamed and indignant.
Lin Yuan laughed heartily: "A little crazy is good. I like you more that way, real and adorable."
Qian Renxue playfully punched him, then looked up, her golden eyes flashing with unwavering determination: "Husband, I want to move."
"Oh? Where to?"
"The top floor of the Star-Picking Tower!" Qian Renxue haughtily snorted.
Then, her gaze softened: "I want to live with everyone. I don't want to be alone anymore."
Lin Yuan looked at the woman in his arms who had finally let down her guard and was ready to integrate into the group, and he lowered his head, giving her a deep kiss on the forehead: "Granted."
The City of Slaughter, deep within the Road to Hell.
This is the dirtiest and most chaotic place on the Douluo Continent, yet also the closest to the origin of "Asura."
Dark red lava churned beneath his feet, the air thick with a nauseating stench of blood and a slow-acting poison capable of driving one mad.
Yet, within this inferno stood a figure who seemed out of place.
He wore spotless white robes, his silver hair meticulously combed.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his feet not on solid ground, but on a suspended silver longsword.
The bats and monsters around him, twisted and deformed by their bloodlust, dared not approach within a hundred meters of him.
For the "sharpness" emanating from him was hotter than the lava of this hellish road, more domineering than the rules of this killing capital!
Sword Dao Chen Xin.
"Rongrong became the Nine-Colored Goddess, and Lin Yuan even became the Supreme God King."
Chen Xin gazed at the endless darkness before him, a hint of resentment and arrogance flashing in his sharp eyes.
"Throughout my life, I have never bowed my head, not even before Qian Daoliu."
"Now, must I, in this magnificent era, be relegated to being a mere spectator, only able to look up to the younger generation?"
"No!"
"My sword is not yet old!"
"The Seven Killing God-Demon Sword, to kill the god, to prove the Dao!"
For him now, passing the Hell Road, the first test of the Asura God, was naturally a breeze.
Soon, he arrived at the fourth trial: severing all emotions and desires.
This trial was a test of the soul.
The scene shifted, and Chen Xin seemed to return to his youth. He saw his deceased father, the lover he had abandoned in pursuit of the sword path, and the nightmare of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's destruction (a hallucination from the original story).
The Asura God needed a ruthless enforcer; this trial was to force him to sever all worldly ties.
"Chen Xin, your sword is bound by attachments, therefore it is not fast enough." A grand voice echoed in his mind: "Sever the past, sever the ties, and you can become a god."
In the illusion, Ning Rongrong, Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi, and others appeared one by one, blocking his sword.
Chen Xin looked at these familiar faces, the Seven Killings Divine Demon Sword in his hand trembling slightly.
To cut?
To become a god, for power, to sever everything?
"Hmph!" Just then, Chen Xin suddenly sheathed his sword, a disdainful sneer curling his lips.
"Who told you that the ruthless sword is the strongest?"
He raised his head, staring directly into the void: "My sword was born of protection, sharpened by unwavering devotion!"
"Without the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, without Rongrong, what use would this sword be?!"
(End of Chapter)