362. Retribution

Memory Stealing Method

A divine ability that targets a soul master’s memory, allowing the user to view fragments of the other’s memories. It requires the target to be unconscious beforehand.


The depth of memory stolen depends on the difference in spiritual power between the user and the target.

Qian Renjue held the golden coin and slowly walked over to where Tang Hao lay.

He looked down at the Clear Sky Douluo, whose hair was curled, body scorched, and mouth emitting black smoke. He could smell the burnt scent and felt a hint of disdain in his blood-red eyes.

Qian Renjue bent down, pressed the golden coin to Tang Hao’s forehead, and infused it with a bit of soul power, locking it with his own mental energy. The golden coin gradually dissolved, entering Tang Hao’s mind.

Qian Renjue closed his eyes, and countless images flashed through his mind—memories from Tang Hao’s childhood onward.

Without lingering, he directly searched for Tang Hao’s memory of learning the Great Sumeru Hammer technique, studying it carefully to commit it to memory.

Ding!

Soon, the golden coin was expelled from Tang Hao’s head, dropping to the ground with a crisp sound.

Qian Renjue didn’t bother to pick it up—once used, it was just scrap metal. He slowly stood up and closed his eyes to absorb the memories: the location of the Clear Sky Clan, the Disorder Wind Hammer Technique, the Nine Clear Sky Techniques, and the Great Sumeru Hammer. Satisfied that he hadn’t missed anything, he opened his eyes.

Looking at the unconscious Tang Hao, he felt reluctant to just let him go.

After a moment’s thought, a cruel, cold smile appeared on his lips as he murmured to himself.

“I wonder, after the mighty Clear Sky Douluo becomes a eunuch, will he still seem as rugged and masculine?”

Acting without hesitation, Qian Renjue extended his pale, delicate hand.

With dark, icy power, he reached between Tang Hao’s legs. Within moments, shards of ice spilled from the torn pants, and the area became significantly smoother.

“Heh, I wonder how people will react when they see the Clear Sky Douluo lifting his hand like a delicate flower?”

“Hehehe.” Qian Renjue chuckled sinisterly, stepping on Tang Hao as he walked toward Ling Yuan. His silver hair gradually turned golden, his pale skin returned to normal, and his blood-red eyes softened to a purple hue. His face regained its usual gentle appearance.

Removing his black cloak, he tossed it toward Ling Yuan. “Sister Ling Yuan, let’s go.”

“Alright.” Ling Yuan smiled and quickly joined him, wrapping her arm around his. The black cloak that was still floating in the air caught fire as Ling Yuan passed, turning to ashes.

“Your Highness, why not use your true form?” Ling Yuan asked, gazing at him with curiosity.

Qian Renjue held her delicate hand, explaining softly, “If he guessed it was someone from the Spirit Hall, he might have tried to escape. That would’ve spoiled the fun.”

“Oh, I see,” Ling Yuan replied, her face showing understanding.

Qian Renjue nodded slightly. As long as Tang Hao and his son were within his grasp, he could focus on his training and quickly advance to Titled Douluo, ready to absorb the godhood left by the Fallen Angel.

“Your Highness, would you like me to massage your chest?” Ling Yuan gently placed her hand on Qian Renjue’s chest and rubbed softly.

“Are you even asking? You’ve already started,” Qian Renjue replied, feigning annoyance.

Qian Renjue was in a good mood and didn’t mind Ling Yuan’s audacity.

She knew he was in a forgiving mood, so she acted even more boldly, with plans to push boundaries later that evening. Together, they returned to the street where Xiao Wu’s inn was located.

Tang Hao had suffered serious injuries, leaving no threat to whatever Qian Renjue had planned for Tang San the next day.


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Back at the inn, as soon as Qian Renjue entered, Xiao Wu ran up to him in distress, crying out, "Your Highness, help! Little Grass wants to hang me up and spank me!"

Qian Renjue blinked in surprise, holding the teary-eyed Xiao Wu, and glanced over with a puzzled expression.

“Master! Don’t stop me! Today, Yin'er will definitely teach this silly bunny a lesson!” Ah Yin stood there, her elegant face painted with black ink in the shape of a turtle.

Her soul rings spun around her feet, and her Blue Silver Emperor soul power surrounded her as she glared at Xiao Wu with gritted teeth.

Ling Yuan couldn’t help but smile, and Qian Renjue held his forehead in exasperation as he looked at Xiao Wu in his arms.

“Honestly, you probably deserve a good punishment,” he remarked dryly.

“No, please, no!” Xiao Wu shook her head frantically, squeezing herself deeper into his embrace and pointing to the dice on the table. “It’s just that Little Grass lost and couldn’t handle it, so now she wants revenge on me!”

Qian Renjue raised an eyebrow at Ah Yin, who immediately lost her aggressive demeanor, lowering her head with a blush.

“Master~ I suspect that the tricky rabbit was cheating! How could I lose so much?”

Hearing this, Xiao Wu buried her face in Qian Renjue’s chest, muttering, “That’s because Xiao Wu is clever!”

“You cheeky rabbit! You dare say that to me? Do you want me to beat you?”

Ah Yin’s face turned bright red.

Qian Renjue glanced at the gambling tools on the table, not noticing any trickery, and patted Xiao Wu’s head with a sigh. “Alright, that’s enough. Ah Yin, just have a drink and calm down.”

Ah Yin hesitated before nodding, her eyes softening as she replied, “Yes, Master~.”

Xiao Wu clung tightly to Qian Renjue, while Ling Yuan held his left arm, and Ah Yin approached with her fangs bared, sinking them gently into his right arm and biting down after moistening the area.

Qian Renjue, accustomed to this by now, merely frowned slightly.

Xiao Wu looked up enviously, watching Ah Yin drink from Qian Renjue. She wished she could do the same someday.

As Xiao Wu was lost in thought, Ah Yin finished drinking, licking the small wound clean before pulling away.

“Master~ I’ll take my leave now,” Ah Yin murmured with a flushed face.

“Alright,” Qian Renjue nodded, and Ah Yin, smirking, gave Xiao Wu a quick slap on the backside before turning into a streak of red energy and retreating into his chest.

“Ah! That hurt!” Xiao Wu yelped, clutching her sore backside, her eyes welling with tears.

With Ah Yin gone, Xiao Wu looked up at Qian Renjue, her face full of pouting and teary-eyed.

“Your Highness~ Xiao Wu is hurting~”

Qian Renjue sighed. “Aren’t you already rubbing it? Do you want me to ice it for you?”

“Thank you, Your Highness~” Xiao Wu blushed, turning and bending over, sticking out her backside.

Ling Yuan burst into laughter, and Qian Renjue’s forehead creased in frustration.


She didn’t need to make that move! He felt the urge to kick her.

“Your Highness~” Xiao Wu looked back at him with tearful eyes.

Qian Renjue sighed, bent down slightly, and let out a chill from his hand, instantly forming frost on her little skirt.

“Ah! Xiao Wu can’t feel her butt! It’s frozen!”

Qian Renjue clenched his fist, watching the little bunnyu squirm around.