434. I'll Tell Sister

"Get back inside!"

The barely opened bathroom door slammed shut again under Qian Renxue's mental power, hitting Zhu Zhuyun squarely on the forehead.

"Ah—!"

Zhu Zhuyun let out a startled scream, her ears ringing with Qian Renxue's icy voice.

"I told you to come out only after you were dressed. Can't you hear me?!"

"I-I'm sorry…"

Zhu Zhuyun's voice, trembling and tearful, echoed from inside the bathroom.

Clutching her forehead, her delicate nose stung as tears welled up, but she dared not linger. She began to dress, trembling as she moved.

Each touch on her bruised and battered body sent waves of pain through her.


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Outside the Bathroom

Qian Renxue and Qian Renjue were already seated at the table, casually enjoying some pastries.

Qian Renxue withdrew her mental power, her violet eyes fixed unblinkingly on Qian Renjue.

"Sis, why are you looking at me like you're guarding against a thief?"

Qian Renjue asked, puzzled.

Qian Renxue snatched the fragrant tea from his hand and brought it to her lips.

"I heard the door just now. Were you itching to take another look?"

"Of course not, Sis."

Qian Renjue smiled wryly. He wouldn’t stoop so low as to deliberately spy on a girl.

If he really wanted to see something, he could simply ask Ling Yuan or Ah Yin. They were no less remarkable than Zhu Zhuyun.

Even Liu Erlong surpassed her in some ways.

"Fine~"

Qian Renxue acknowledged this. She knew Qian Renjue had no shortage of choices, in all shapes and forms.

Putting aside the earlier mishap, she sipped her tea thoughtfully and asked,
"Jue, about her reaction just now… Are you sure your self-created spirit skill will be enough to control Dai Weisi?"

"Rest assured, Sis," Qian Renjue replied, understanding her concern.

He explained,
"I went easy on Zhu Zhuyun because of her identity. If it were Dai Weisi, I wouldn’t show any mercy."

Click!

The sound of the door opening interrupted their conversation.

Both Qian Renxue and Qian Renjue looked toward Zhu Zhuyun.

Her hair was disheveled, her forehead darkened with bruises. Her clothing was hastily thrown on, with a significant portion of her lace innerwear exposed.

Her teary eyes brimmed with fear and unease.

Qian Renxue frowned but said nothing.

"Come, have a seat," Qian Renjue said, knocking on the table to gesture for her to sit down.

"Mm…"

Zhu Zhuyun nodded hesitantly, clutching her right arm with her left hand. She lowered her gaze and nervously approached the table.

She sat down on the edge of the chair, barely occupying half of it.

Qian Renjue poured her a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of her.

His voice was soft as he asked,
"Have you made your decision? Will you agree, or not?"

"I'll do it," Zhu Zhuyun replied without hesitation.

She lowered her head, biting her lip, her voice hoarse and choked with grievance.

"I'll agree!"

"Hmph, wouldn’t it have been easier if you had said so earlier?" Qian Renxue sneered.

"Good."

Qian Renjue nodded calmly.

"I expect you to act this afternoon. Any issues with that?"

"No…" Zhu Zhuyun replied, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling with sobs.

"…"

Qian Renjue said nothing more.


He didn’t want to use force, but Zhu Zhuyun wasn’t cooperating

“Let me heal your injuries.”

Before his words were finished, Qian Renjue patted his chest.

From the folds of his robe, golden-blue leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor spread out and reached toward Zhu Zhuyun’s arm.

"Ah! I..."

Zhu Zhuyun instinctively tried to dodge, but Qian Renjue grabbed her wrist.

"Don’t move!"

Zhu Zhuyun froze in place, her raised hips sinking back onto the chair.

She began sobbing, pleading for mercy:
"I’ll get Dai Weisi to meet me, I promise…"

Qian Renjue didn’t respond.

As the vines coiled around her, Zhu Zhuyun was filled with fear until a gentle warmth spread through her.

Only then did she begin to calm down, her sobbing gradually subsiding.

It was then she realized—this plant looked familiar. She had seen it before, while secretly observing Zhu Zhuqing train.

Wasn’t this the martial soul of that blue-haired woman?

The Blue Silver Emperor wrapped around Zhu Zhuyun’s right arm, then her neck, and finally her left arm.

In moments, the dark bruise on her forehead vanished. The injuries from her earlier fall were completely healed, and the pain disappeared.

“Huh? Is that a soul beast?”

Suddenly sensing a familiar aura, Ice Emperor appeared on Qian Renjue’s shoulder, curiously observing the Blue Silver Emperor.

Zhu Zhuyun, tear-streaked, looked up at the scorpion that had suddenly appeared.

She froze in shock.

A soul beast? One that could talk?

Ignoring Zhu Zhuyun’s reaction, Qian Renjue nodded and replied,
“Yes, Ah Yin is a hundred-thousand-year-old Blue Silver Emperor.”

Ice Emperor leapt onto the table, raising her head proudly.

“I didn’t expect you to have other soul beasts under your wing. Why didn’t you introduce them to me?”

“I forgot. I’ll introduce you later,” Qian Renjue replied casually.

As Ah Yin retracted her vines, Qian Renjue released Zhu Zhuyun’s wrist.

But Zhu Zhuyun sat there in a daze.

That blue-haired woman was a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?

And the scorpion perched on his shoulder—it was also a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?!

“I need to tell Sister about this…”

“Hmm?”

Hearing Ice Emperor’s words, Qian Renjue raised an eyebrow and looked down at the scorpion.

“What do you plan to tell Snow Empress?”

“Obviously, I’ll tell her you’re still associating with other beasts.”

At this, Qian Renjue rolled his eyes. Just as he was about to act, Qian Renxue beat him to it and poured her tea over Ice Emperor.

“Ah—who did that?!”

Ice Emperor shrieked in fury.

She turned to glare at Qian Renxue, then quickly shifted her gaze to Qian Renjue.

Fuming, she said,
“Qian Renjue! You splashed me! I’m going to tell Sister about this too!”

“…”

Black lines appeared on Qian Renjue’s forehead.

When did Ice Emperor become so spineless? It was just the Angel God, after all…

“Pfft!”

Qian Renxue couldn’t hold back her laughter, her lips curling in amusement.

Jue’s pets were quite interesting. That rabbit and now this scorpion—both were entertaining.

Qian Renjue?!

Zhu Zhuyun’s eyes widened in shock.

That name—she had heard it so many times over the past half-month that her ears were ringing from it!

She couldn’t believe that the man in front of her, this “demon,” was the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

The man who had single-handedly dominated the Spirit Master Tournament.

The one recognized as the most extraordinary talent in the Spirit Master world!

Zhu Zhuyun stopped crying and stared at Qian Renjue in numb disbelief.

How strong was he?

He was definitely far beyond the level of a Soul Sage!

Even hundred-thousand-year soul beasts were nothing more than pets to him?!

And even she...

Zhu Zhuyun bit her lip in humiliation and anger.

“Alright, enough messing around.”

Qian Renjue grabbed a pastry and stuffed it into Ice Emperor's silver mandibles.

“Mmph!”

Ice Emperor was about to speak but immediately fell silent as Qian Renxue’s jade-like hand snatched the pastry away.

Ice Emperor quickly became docile.

Qian Renjue gave Ice Emperor a disdainful look before turning back to Zhu Zhuyun.

“Go clean yourself up before you meet Dai Weisi. I’ll be back tonight. Understood?”

“Hmm?”

Seeing Zhu Zhuyun remain motionless, Qian Renjue raised an eyebrow.

“Ah—I, I understand! I understand!”

Snapping back to her senses, Zhu Zhuyun nodded repeatedly in panic.

“Remember, no tricks. This needs to be done face-to-face.”

Qian Renjue pointed at Zhu Zhuyun’s body, his tone full of warning.