538. A Bonus Point

Under the watchful eyes of Qian Renjue and the Snow Empress, the divine core emitted a dark radiance, seemingly shaping a humanoid form.

Silver hair cascaded down.

Black wings exuded an eerie chill, and dark golden armor gleamed.

Her nails were like ink.

Her alluring face carried a hint of charm, arrogance, and indulgence.

Gradually, smoky eyeshadow appeared, followed by deep purple lips.

On her long legs, there was only a short skirt.

She looked exactly the same as when Qian Renjue had last seen her—still dangerously tempting.

But he had grown much stronger now.

"Ah… the feeling of freedom…"

The Fallen Angel spread her arms wide, gazing up at the purple-black sky with a faint smile.

Her voice was ethereal, no longer seductive—just melancholic.

"It's a pity the Goddess is dead, but even this lingering freedom isn’t too bad."

"At least I still have it, haha…"

Qian Renjue, still holding a pair of shoes in his hands, simply stood there, watching her in silence.

She did seem a little pitiful.

"Stop right there! I don’t need your pity, and I don’t even have a body for you to do anything with!"

The Fallen Angel turned her gaze toward Qian Renjue, her words still as brazen as ever.

"Heh."

Qian Renjue chuckled dryly, quickly discarding his moment of sympathy—it really wasn’t worth it.

"But speaking of which…"

The Fallen Angel's crimson eyes glowed with interest as she stared at Qian Renjue.

Her alluring tongue licked the corner of her lips.

"If you really want to…"

"We could go somewhere else. That ‘bitch’s’ secret realm—where we could truly connect."

As she spoke, a subtle yet corrupting mental energy seeped toward him.

"Huh?!"

Qian Renjue's face showed surprise.

Even though he knew exactly what kind of being she was, he still found it hard to resist.

His ancestor's lewd words were generations ahead of their time.

Qian Renjue sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Ancestor, just enjoy your freedom while you can. Stop messing with me."

"Haha… You really have gotten stronger."

The Fallen Angel let out a teasing laugh.

The barely concealed curves beneath her attire trembled slightly with her shameless, unrestrained laughter.

"In that case, I should just teach this little girl how to sleep with you instead."

The Fallen Angel suddenly appeared beside the Snow Empress, wrapping an arm around her delicate shoulders.

"Divine One~"

The Snow Empress greeted softly, furrowing her brows slightly as a dark thought surfaced in her mind.

As if sensing the wickedness hidden within the Snow Empress' heart, the Fallen Angel raised a brow.

"You're way too innocent, little girl."

"Just kissing? How is that enough? Don’t spirit beasts need to mate too?"

"M-Mate?"

The Snow Empress blinked in confusion, as if she had only just remembered such a concept.

She turned to Qian Renjue with a questioning gaze.

"Ancestor, stop messing around."

Qian Renjue pressed his fingers to his forehead, exasperated.

"Didn’t you say before that you were about to die? Don’t you need to hurry?"

"Hmph! I already died a long time ago."

The Fallen Angel didn’t push further. She had no intention of literally teaching the Snow Empress anything.

She preferred students who could figure things out on their own.

"As for why I’m still here… of course, I’m here to guide you."

"That bitch…"

"She left some power in the secret realm to guide your sister."

"But I’m a wild god. I never cared about leaving a legacy."

"At that time, she just happened to share a bit more divine power with me."

—So that’s how it was.

Qian Renjue nodded in understanding.

This fallen ancestor of his didn’t seem entirely evil. She was more like a rebellious child.

"Alright, I’ve said enough."

The Fallen Angel shrugged.

As she let go of the Snow Empress, her hand subtly gave a squeeze to the girl’s perky rear.

"Hmm? Divine One~"

The Snow Empress beautiful eyes held a trace of curiosity, though she felt something was off.

This was a place that no one but Qian Renjue was supposed to touch.



"Sigh~ You’re just as clueless about romance."

The Fallen Angel sighed helplessly. This was the worst student she had ever mentored!

—Also, the only student she had unilaterally accepted.

"Little man~ Come here."

With one hand on her hip, the Fallen Angel gestured toward Qian Renjue with a hint of roguishness.

"Hmm."

Qian Renjue nodded and stepped forward.

The Fallen Angel immediately leaned in closer, sensing that he wanted to dodge.

With a mischievous smile, she murmured,

"You don’t want to lose your chance to inherit divine power, do you?"

"Uh…"

Qian Renjue froze and stood still.

"Kehehe~!"

The Fallen Angel mimicked the eerie laughter she had learned from him, swaying playfully as she arrogantly pinched his chin.

"Ancestor, don’t mess around."

Qian Renjue frowned, warning her.

"Mess around? Didn’t I tell you before? I already gifted myself to you."

"You can do whatever you want to me~"

"Ancestor, this is a bonus point!"

The Fallen Angel ignored him, running her tongue over her lips, leaving them moist and glistening.

Qian Renjue wanted to resist.

But he could feel a surge of power emanating from her hand, making his body stiffen and his dantian swell with energy.

He could only tilt his head back, watching as those desire-filled eyes drew closer.

The Fallen Angel stood on tiptoe, slowly leaning in toward his handsome face.

"My little man~ This is your ancestor’s gift to you."

Her seductive voice whispered in his ear, her lips pressing against his—warm, soft, and sweet.

There was an irresistible allure in her touch, a bewitching temptation that made him want to respond.

Her tongue flicked playfully as if dissatisfied, guiding his hand to the barely concealed fabric of her chest.

Qian Renjue’s eyes widened.

This was exactly like last time.

The difference?

This time, he didn’t fall for it and take the initiative—but it didn’t matter.

Because his ancestor was the one controlling his hand.

The six-winged, pitch-black angel let out a pleased hum, satisfied with her own handiwork.

Meanwhile, the Snow Empress stood frozen in place.

The chill around her seemed to intensify, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

She felt… uncomfortable.

But she was no match for the Fallen Angel.

So, with a learning mindset, she slowly stepped closer to Qian Renjue.

Observing. Studying carefully.

—Hmm?

The Snow Empress beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

The dark glow surrounding the deity seemed to be gathering toward her lips—then flowing into Qian Renjue’s body.

A long moment passed.

The Fallen Angel, her face flushed red, began turning transparent.

Her black divine core surged into Qian Renjue’s throat.

"Urgh!"

Qian Renjue clutched his neck, hearing his ancestor’s breathless, seductive whisper.

"Hurry and sit down! Convert the Goddess’s power!"

"Little girl, stand guard for him."

The Snow Empress nodded firmly, positioning herself to protect him as Qian Renjue sat cross-legged.

Black mist rose from his entire body, his martial soul already fully manifested.

But the aura around him was terrifying—even the Snow Empress instinctively released her own energy to resist it.

Was the deity truly not mistaken?

Should she really be guarding him?

BZZT!

A terrifyingly cold presence erupted outward, turning the entire grassy field black, shattering it into icy shards.

"Haaah…"

Qian Renjue exhaled, and the chilling breath caused the entire space to grow even colder.

Under the Snow Empress watchful gaze—

A triangular mark formed at the center of his forehead, flanked on both sides by three black wings.

In his mind, his ancestor’s voice provided guidance.

[Fallen Angel God Affinity: 17%]

"…"

Qian Renjue opened his blood-red eyes and looked at his hands.

He could feel it.

He had grown much stronger.

But—his cultivation level hadn’t changed at all.

And more importantly—

Where was his divine trials?!