493. Zhuqing's Clothes Burst

After dinner.

Zhu Zhuqing sat down cross-legged and began absorbing the Eight Spider Soul Bone.

The others stayed by the table.

Ling Yuan poured tea, Ning Rongrong brewed wine, and the little bunny diligently massaged Qian Renjue's legs.

For the first time, Ice Empress transformed into her human form, standing behind Qian Renjue, massaging his shoulders. However, her technique was far from skilled.

Qian Renxue watched her pampered younger brother surrounded by all these women, her eye twitching.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Xiao Wu’s scorpion braid and gave it a gentle tug.

“Ahh~ Miss Xue?”

The little bunny whimpered in slight pain, looking at Qian Renxue in confusion.

“Hmph!”

Qian Renxue snorted and stretched out her leg, commanding bluntly:
“Come over here and massage me.”

“Understood~ Xiao Wu will do it right away.”

Xiao Wu dared not refuse and quickly changed directions.

Qian Renjue shook his head, smiling helplessly.

Finally, he felt at ease.

After all, this little bunny loved eating carrots. What if her hands wandered while massaging and caused trouble?

Qian Renjue patted Ice Empress’s soft hands on his shoulders and said gently:
“Ice Empress, you can sit down now. No need to massage anymore.”

“I don’t need to sit.”

Ice Empress’s face turned red as she glanced smugly at Xiao Wu.

Then she transformed into a streak of emerald light, shrinking into her scorpion form, and landed on the table in front of Qian Renjue.

The little scorpion was quite domineering.

She instinctively found Qian Renjue’s warm hand, burrowing into it.

Raising her two pincers, she held his slender white fingers and gently placed them on her head.

“Haha.”

Qian Renjue couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t laugh!”

Ice Empress glared at Qian Renjue in embarrassment and frustration, shouting:
“I-It’s not like I massaged you for free. Now it’s your turn to massage me.”

“Pfft!”

Ning Rongrong giggled while pouring wine for Qian Renxue. She curiously asked:
“Brother Holy Son, is she really your eighth spirit ring? That’s so fascinating!”

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong lightly poked Ice Empress’s tail.

Ice Empress glanced at Ning Rongrong.

Understanding what a fiancée meant, she let it slide.

After all, over the past two years, she had realized that in the Qian family, some people were untouchable, others were hard to deal with.

Besides, they’d all be family in the future. What’s the point of making distinctions?

“Yes, she is,” Qian Renjue nodded slightly, gently stroking Ice Empress’s back, feeling her soft shimmer.

“Mmm~”

The little scorpion wriggled her body, obediently lying on the table.

Qian Renxue took a sip of wine, gestured for Xiao Wu to sit properly, and thoughtfully pushed a plate of snacks toward her.

“Eat up~”

“Thank you, Miss Xue.”

Xiao Wu beamed with joy, hugging the plate.

Qian Renxue smiled and then asked Qian Renjue:
“Jue, when do you plan to bring Mother and the others over?”

“Tomorrow night,” Qian Renjue replied, glancing at Zhu Zhuqing and chuckling.

“It works out since Rongrong and the others will be resting here for two days. I’ll bring them along so Zhuqing can meet her teacher's teacher.”

“Alright. Once this matter is resolved, I need to start absorbing the external soul bone too,” Qian Renxue said. Her breathtakingly beautiful face, flushed from the wine, looked even more enchanting.

However, her golden-purple phoenix eyes carried a trace of worry.

Ning Rongrong listened quietly, her curiosity piqued.

Qian Renjue accepted the tea Ling Yuan handed over and reassured her again:
“Sister, do your best to become a god soon. I’ll find a way to deal with the sacrificial matter.”


"Sister will."

Qian Renxue smiled radiantly, raising her wine cup to clink it against Qian Renjue’s.

"When there’s a chance, I’ll ask our ancestor. Maybe she’ll have a solution."

Qian Renjue glanced at the wine cup that had been exchanged. He smirked slightly, nodded, and drained Qian Renxue’s cup.

Ning Rongrong, watching the two exchange cups, froze in surprise, while Ling Yuan seemed accustomed to it.

Ning Rongrong’s eyes flickered as she removed the wine cup she had been holding between her lips and teeth. Gently, she handed it to Qian Renjue.

“Brother Holy Son, do you want more wine? Rongrong still has some~”

“No need. You should drink less too.”

Qian Renjue gently shook his head, pinching Ning Rongrong’s smooth, lychee-like cheeks.


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Suddenly, a pained groan came from the bed, drawing everyone's attention.

"Zhuqing?"

Xiao Wu looked at Zhu Zhuqing with concern.

"Don’t worry, she’s fine. It’s almost over," Qian Renxue said, her eyes flashing with white light.

"Indeed, it seems she’s even broken through to level 43," Qian Renjue remarked with a smile of praise.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his smile froze.

The sound of fabric tearing echoed from the bed.

Rip—tear!

In an instant, strips of fabric flew into the air, and a pair of snow-white “mountains” sprang into view.

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip as eight spider legs, each over three meters long, extended from her back, adorned with scraps of torn cloth.

"Ah—!"

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu couldn’t help but cry out, their eyes filled with shock.

They hadn’t expected that Zhuqing, who appeared slim when clothed, was so well-endowed underneath.

Qian Renxue’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. She immediately shifted her gaze to her younger brother.

Qian Renjue had already turned his back.

But in Qian Renxue’s eyes, his hasty movements seemed suspicious.

She rolled her eyes and, with a huff, raised her foot to kick him under the table.

Thump!

Qian Renjue’s body shook as he sat upright, not daring to say a word.

He inwardly shouted his innocence. This had nothing to do with him!

Why did Sister kick him for no reason?

Ice Empress climbed onto Qian Renjue’s shoulder, nuzzling against him as though to accompany him in his silent punishment.


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"Teacher~ Zhuqing succeeded!"

On the bed, Zhu Zhuqing happily opened her beautiful eyes, only to see Qian Renjue’s back turned toward her.

Seeing the astonished gazes from the others, Zhu Zhuqing froze, her face flushing with embarrassment. She couldn’t figure out what was happening and softly asked,
“Teacher… what’s going on with everyone?”

"Gulp..."

Ning Rongrong swallowed hard before flashing a teasing smile.

“Zhuqing, don’t you feel a bit… breezy?”

“Breezy?”

Zhu Zhuqing was puzzled, then froze in realization.

She stiffly lowered her gaze, seeing only snow-white skin, smooth and delicate.

Her pupils shrank.

Qian Renjue had already raised his hands to cover his ears.

What followed was a piercing scream that made everyone wince.

"Ahhh—!"

Zhu Zhuqing’s face turned crimson as she frantically tried to cover herself, but it was futile.

Panicked, she curled into the corner of the bed, hugging her knees and burying her face, while the eight spider legs on her back swung protectively around her.

“Teacher, could… could you all stop looking for now?”

Her voice was soft and trembling, filled with shyness, and her misty eyes kept stealing glances at Qian Renjue’s back.

Teacher must have seen it, right? He definitely saw it! There’s no doubt about it!

Qian Renxue sighed and covered her face with her jade-like hand, feeling exasperated.

“This isn’t my fault…”

“Ling Yuan!”

Qian Renxue calmly instructed,
“Pull the screen over there so Zhuqing can get dressed.”

“Yes.”

Ling Yuan stood up and couldn’t help but glance at Zhu Zhuqing as she moved the screen.

She measured herself, then Zhu Zhuqing, and realized she no longer felt superior in any way.

Instead, she was just grateful that she wasn’t too skinny—and that everything was well-proportioned.