475. Collecting Women Like Pokemon

Zhao Wuji and Oscar rushed outside, and the restaurant returned to calm.

Qian Renxue lowered her voice.
"Brother, someone’s watching us."

"Perfect. If they don’t come, it’ll be far less entertaining," Qian Renjue replied with a faint smile, completely unconcerned.

"Then I’ll wait and see," Qian Renxue said, her red lips curving upward in a sly smile.

Buzz!

A tiny figure emerged from Qian Renzhi’s collar—Ice Empress crawled out quietly and whispered,
"Qian Renjue, don’t forget! Let me handle this—I’m itching for action."

"Don’t worry, I remember." Qian Renjue nodded gently. At that moment, the ring on his left thumb vibrated suddenly.

"Hmm?"
Qian Renjue froze momentarily before chuckling. He turned to look at his prized disciple.

Their eyes met.

Zhu Zhuqing’s face gradually lit up with a radiant smile.

It was him—her teacher and senior master!

"Teacher!"

Zhu Zhuqing’s delighted voice rang in Qian Renjue's mind.

Qian Renjue looked away and replied calmly,
"Keep it quiet. Tomorrow, when we enter the Star Dou Forest, we’ll stay in touch."

"Yes, I’ll follow Teacher’s instructions!" Zhu Zhuqing nodded repeatedly, suppressing her excitement.

"Zhuqing, what’s going on?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously, puzzled by Zhu Zhuqing’s unusual expression.

"Ah, nothing at all." Zhu Zhuqing quickly masked her joy, shaking her head gently.

Ning Rongrong pouted slightly, her gaze flitting toward Qian Renjue's direction. A sense of suspicion lingered—she couldn’t shake the feeling that he might be her Holy Son brother.

But she didn’t dare ask. If it truly was him, he must have important matters to attend to. It would be better not to approach rashly.

"Rongrong, let’s finish eating and head upstairs to rest," Zhu Zhuqing suggested warmly, shedding her usual cold demeanor.

"Alright," Ning Rongrong nodded obediently. With fewer annoying presences around, even her appetite seemed better.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu was biting her chopsticks, her bright eyes fixed on Qian Renjue, a glint of eagerness shining through.

"Xiao Wu, eat up before the food gets cold," Zhu Zhuqing said.

"Thanks, Zhuqing!" Xiao Wu smiled sweetly, tucking into her meal with renewed enthusiasm. But even as she ate, she secretly reached out mentally to Qian Renjue.

"Holy Son, it’s you, isn’t it? I can even smell Little Grass’s scent!"
Her playful voice echoed in his mind.

Qian Renjue chuckled.
He hadn’t expected the little rabbit’s nose to be so sharp, picking up even the faintest traces.
"It’s me. Rest well tonight. When we enter the Star Dou Forest tomorrow, release your beast aura."

"Yes, Holy Son! Xiao Wu will follow your orders. Goodnight!" Xiao Wu replied obediently, ending the connection and digging into her meal with gusto.

Ning Rongrong looked at her in mild confusion, wondering what had suddenly improved her mood.

"Brother, the number of women tied to you is growing," Qian Renxue’s voice, tinged with mockery and exasperation, drifted into his ears.

"Uh…" Qian Renjue looked awkwardly at his sister’s veiled but lovely face and chuckled dryly.
"Sister, I don’t really have a choice."

"Acting like you’re suffering after getting all the benefits!" Qian Renxue huffed, poking at her bowl of food.

His disciple, a pet rabbit, a potted plant, and even a spirit ring—four women tied to him, almost all of them beasts.

At this rate, she thought, he’d probably end up adding a fierce beast to the list too.

Qian Renxue hadn’t forgotten the Snow Empress, waiting to offer herself as a sacrifice.

Qian Renjue tugged at the corners of his mouth, realizing that, unwittingly, he indeed seemed to have accumulated quite the entourage.



"Sister, let’s leave after finishing our meal."

"Alright, we’ll go when you say," Qian Renxue replied, her emotions shifting as quickly as they came.

With all these women fluttering around, it seemed they didn’t even need that Snow Empress anymore.

Ice Emperor observed the mood, cautiously emerging from hiding to perch at the back of Qian Renjue's neck.

She knew that ever since Qian Renxue came out of seclusion, she was no match for her anymore. This family was full of monsters!

It wouldn’t be long before even that Limit Douluo on the mountaintop would be overshadowed.


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Outside the Restaurant

Zhao Wuji and Oscar had gathered up the unconscious Tang San and the others.

Qian Renjue and his group hadn’t used excessive force—just knocked out a few teeth and smashed their faces and noses.

Nothing serious, just superficial injuries. Though their swollen appearances were unsightly, Tang San and the others were still out cold.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji and Oscar were each holding sausages, forcing them into the mouths of the unconscious group like sword-swallowing performers. This caused their eyes to roll back, making choking sounds.

Among the crowd watching on the street, a cloaked Tang Hao stood with a grim expression.

His son had been beaten again!

Yet this time, he couldn’t make a move—his opponents likely had ties to Spirit Hall.

Damn Spirit Hall!


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When Qian Renjue and Qian Renxue settled the bill and left, Tang San and the others were already roused.

As the siblings approached, Ma Hongjun's eyes filled with fear. He hurriedly squeezed himself into Oscar’s arms, his fat trembling with fright.

Dai Mubai lowered his head, consumed by a mix of resentment and terror.

Tang San, however, maintained a calm demeanor, though a burning desire for strength and transformation surged within him. Lowering his gaze, he gritted his teeth hard.

The helplessness of being at others’ mercy—he never wanted to experience it again!

Zhao Wuji stood rigid. Even after the two left, there were no parting words.

Finally, he exhaled deeply.

In just a few short years, the young lady’s mere presence now left him gasping for air, far more suffocating than when facing Tang Hao.

Zhao Wuji's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Could it be that the young lady had already become a Titled Douluo?

Hiss!


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Inside the restaurant, Xiao Wu rushed over as Tang San entered, her face full of apology.

"Tang San, are you okay? I ordered some food for you again."

Tang San’s voice was hoarse, his face swollen and bruised.

"Xiao Wu, you don’t need to apologize. What matters most is that you’re safe!"

His gaze lingered on her, relief washing over him. He didn’t even dare imagine what he would have done if Xiao Wu had been subjected to the same treatment.

I’m just too weak right now!

Tang San clenched his fists tightly, forcing a strained smile as he looked at the lively Xiao Wu before him.

"Xiao Wu, you should go rest first."

Xiao Wu looked at his missing front tooth and battered face, trying hard to suppress her laughter. But all her unhappy thoughts surfaced instead, almost making her burst out.

Her voice sounded pained and strained as she tried to hold back her amusement.
"But… your face?"

"Haha… I’m used to being slammed into the ground by you. It doesn’t even hurt… Hiss!" Tang San said, only to wince from the pain.

"Pfft, hahaha!"

Xiao Wu pinched her thighs to try and contain her laughter, but she couldn’t hold it in. She burst out laughing, then quickly tried to stifle it.

But seeing Tang San’s knowing smile, she gave up. Laughing a little to release the tension wouldn’t hurt—it would only help.

Tang San watched her laugh, thinking: This is what I need to protect.

Dai Mubai, meanwhile, glanced at Tang San and Xiao Wu before scanning the restaurant for Zhu Zhuqing. Not seeing her, his purple face darkened further.

Damn that woman!