Chapter 153 Return! What's wrong with my dear wife?!
"Phew~"
"She was really hard to kill."
Jiang Nian wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked around. The seawater within a few kilometers was frozen into thick, hard ice. There shouldn't be any soul beasts coming.
There was no time to lose; he needed to absorb this soul ring quickly.
He sat cross-legged, using his soul power to guide the 100,000-year soul ring, closed his eyes to enhance his concentration, and began to slowly absorb it.
The wind and snow whipped Jiang Nian's hair, which had turned white, gradually returning to its original black.
With his current physical body, absorbing the 100,000-year soul ring was almost complete, after all, he had received so many opportunities to strengthen himself.
Soon.
Jiang Nian opened his eyes. His aura surged rapidly, reaching level 73 before stopping.
The Time Dragon King's soul bone didn't seem to have given him much of a boost in soul power, only an understanding of the power of time.
After reaching the Soul Saint level, he felt that the difficulty of his cultivation had increased considerably compared to before. Perhaps everything has two sides.
A moment later, he began absorbing the 100,000-year-old left leg bone of the Kunpeng.
When he awoke again, his soul power had increased by two levels.
"From Soul King to now, how come I feel like my cultivation has been like a rocket?"
Jiang Nian got up and shook his head, realizing that he had lost count of how much soul power he hadn't cultivated himself.
He sighed a couple of times, looked at the frozen ocean before him, and set off for the island.
Entering his bedroom, he held the treasure in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.
The ancient book before him exuded an ancient aura, a power that controlled life and death.
"The Judge's Pen, the Book of Life and Death."
"The construction of the Underworld has made another big step forward."
Jiang Nian looked at the power in his hand, which did not belong to this plane, with complicated emotions. He looked up at the sky, wondering if any gods were watching him at this moment.
Staring blankly for half an hour, Jiang Nian's brows furrowed deeper as he looked at the diary in his hand.
Was this a new timeline, or...?
He felt as if some mysterious force was deliberately luring him in a certain direction.
Jiang Nian quietly stared at the diary before him, deciding to make a judgment.
The next day.
He chatted with Qingyu and the other two girls as if nothing had happened.
"Hmm? Brother Jiang Nian, are you going to make a statue?"
"Yes."
Qingyu nodded, offering to help.
Jiang Nian didn't refuse.
After all the materials were prepared, the image of the statue he first saw in the temple floated into his mind.
His memory was excellent; perfectly replicating it was no difficult task.
An hour later.
Qingyu looked at the one-to-one replica of the statue before her, her pretty face blushing slightly.
It was because there were only two people on the statue, one was him, and the other was herself.
The handsome, faceless man held an umbrella in his right hand and a sword in his left.
The girl, with her hands behind her back, looked up at him with a charmingly innocent expression.
"Brother Jiang Nian, what about us?"
The other two girls, hands on their hips, seemed a little dissatisfied, indicating they wanted some too.
Jiang Nian didn't refuse, and this time he was quick, finishing in less than half an hour.
After appeasing the three, he looked at the little home he had lived in for a year, and a pang of reluctance rose in his heart.
He really was a sentimental person...
But he didn't belong here; he had to leave.
"Qing Yu."
"Hmm?" The girl with the high ponytail came closer, standing there prettily, asking him what was wrong.
"Keep this box safe. If I ever come back, give it to me."
"By the way, cultivate diligently."
Qingyu stared in astonishment at the boy gently stroking her head. Before she could even ask a question, he exuded a mysterious aura and vanished as if disappearing into thin air, turning into a streak of light and disappearing.
The place where they had lived for a year no longer held the boy's presence.
Only the girl silently wept.
Pain!
It hurts so much!
Jiang Nian opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and touched his head, suddenly feeling a bit short of breath.
Hmm?
So soft...so fragrant... what is this?
Jiang Nian regained consciousness, and the moment his pupils focused, he froze.
That bright blond hair, and that pitiful little face—wasn't it Qian Renxue?
"Bastard! You said you'd be back soon, how dare you abandon me for a year?!"
"You...you big liar! I'll never believe a word you say again!"
Jiang Nian looked around and realized he was back.
It was still the same altar.
The little blond was sobbing uncontrollably in his arms, tears soaking his clothes.
The aloof beauty stood to the side with her hands behind her back, wanting to speak but ultimately saying nothing. She turned and walked towards the side hall, leaving them space to be alone.
Jiang Nian's mouth was gagged. He hadn't seen the little golden retriever for a year, and she seemed to have changed a lot, yet also remained the same. She was still so beautiful and adorable.
Only, she had become much stronger.
Jiang Nian responded, admitting that he truly missed her, but he had to do this for that thing.
Half an hour later.
Qian Renxue covered her slightly swollen lips, her eyes filled with resentment.
"Tell me! Where have you been all year?!"
"If you don't give me an explanation, don't ever come out again. Come back to the Spirit Hall with me, and I'll have Grandpa watch over you!"
"Never leave my side again!"
Jiang Nian forced a calm expression and began to make up a lie.
"You're going to lie to me again, it's always the same."
Qian Renxue's eyes became indifferent.
This made Jiang Nian truly panic. He could always coax the little golden retriever back, whether she was angry or happy.
But her calm demeanor was even more terrifying than facing Bibi Dong.
"Okay... let me explain slowly."
Jiang Nian began to explain from beginning to end. Throughout, Qian Renxue's reaction remained calm. Her bright eyes were fixed on his, seemingly unconcerned about these external matters.
What she cared about was always that person.
"Are you finished?"
"Yes."
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, stroked his face with both hands, and her eyes became aggrieved.
"Do you know... do you know how I've spent this past year?"
"Xiao Jiang, you're too selfish."
"You want to bear everything alone. Have you ever considered my feelings?"
Jiang Nian lowered his head in silence, without refuting.
After she vented her emotions, he began to coax her.
Fortunately, the little golden retriever hadn't changed in this way; he was easy to coax.
"Hmph! I really don't want to talk to you for seven days... oh no, three days... one day, not even one day!"
"Don't touch me! Who am I to you? What kind of behavior is this, hugging and cuddling?!"
Qian Renxue stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. She had grown a little taller, and her breasts were fuller too.
Her little mouth was still as hard as before.
Jiang Nian tried to hug her several times, and although she struggled for a long time, she eventually let himself hold her.
"What... do I need to explain why I'm hugging my own wife?"
"Huh?!?"
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