346. Visiting Ning Rongrong

Listening to Qian Renjue and Ling Yuan's affectionate-sounding conversation, Qian Renxue felt uncomfortable all over.

It seemed she needed to gather these women together at some point and teach them how to properly respect their elder sister in law.

Before long, Hu Liena returned with newly purchased clothes and took them into the bathroom.

The food was gradually brought to the table, and once they were full, the moonlight was already spreading across the continent.

Ling Yuan, Hu Liena, and the other women each went to different rooms.

In one room, Qian Renjue had already washed up and was leaning against the bed, casually flipping through a thick book.

Click!

Fresh from the bath, Qian Renxue stepped out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a white, strappy nightgown, revealing her slender arms and long legs.

Her figure was shapely and graceful, like a goddess stepping out of misty waters, heading toward Qian Renjue.

"Sister?"

Qian Renxue placed one hand on her slim waist and took the book from Qian Renjue's hand, casually tossing it onto the sofa.

"Alright, let's rest early. Don't you have to see your little fiancée tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Qian Renjue was taken aback, looking at Qian Renxue, who was now in his arms, her slender arms around his neck. He felt a bit uncomfortable.

Qian Renxue gently patted his head, her freshly bathed face glowing with a rosy hue.

"Ha-ha... What? Just now realized your sister is more captivating than a book?"

"How could I not?" Qian Renjue gently encircled her slim waist. "I've always thought so."

The lights went out, and Qian Renjue lay on the bed with Qian Renxue nestled in his arms. She looked up, tracing her fingers along his handsome face and lightly touching his lips, a playful smile on her delicate face.

"So, tell me. Who’s more beautiful, your sister or those other women of yours?"

"You're more beautiful, sister." Qian Renjue blurted out without hesitation. Qian Renxue's beauty truly was remarkable, her charm unmatched.

"Smart choice~"

"I'm telling the truth, sister."

"I know," Qian Renxue replied softly. "Let's rest. Tomorrow I'll visit the palace."

"Alright… smooch"

Qian Renxue fell silent, nestled quietly in the embrace of the taller figure.

In the dead of night, only the steady sounds of breathing filled the darkness.

In the early hours, Qian Renjue stirred, breathing in the fresh morning air. He noticed the fallen strap on Qian Renxue's shoulder, revealing a glimpse of pale skin.

A bit embarrassed, he gently lifted the strap back onto her shoulder and got up to head to the bathroom.

"Ah..."


Qian Renjue yawned and stretched.

After he disappeared from view, Qian Renxue opened her eyes, feeling a bit of dampness on her chest.

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she thought, Drooling in his sleep?

A slight blush appeared on her face as she pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulder.

She called out toward the bathroom, "Jue, go have breakfast with Ling Yuan. I'll take Nana and the others to the palace."

"Got it, sis~" Qian Renjue replied, plunging his face into cold water to wake up fully.

Once he was refreshed, he stepped out of the bathroom, greeted Qian Renxue, and left the room.

Ling Yuan was already waiting for him outside the door.

"Hey, Sister Ling Yuan, what kind of skill did you get from absorbing the soul bone?" Qian Renjue asked with curiosity as he closed the door.

"Your Highness, it's a skill somewhat like phasing," Ling Yuan replied with a smile.

As she spoke, a faint green energy formed around her, swirling and creating a barrier impervious to outside forces.

"Looks impressive," Qian Renjue said, reaching out to touch her elegant face. As his hand approached, the energy pushed back with a subtle force, as if trying to repel him.

"Your Highness~" Ling Yuan murmured shyly, deactivating her skill. Qian Renjue’s hand landed on her delicate cheek, giving it a light squeeze.

"Seems like you wanted me to touch you, Sister Ling Yuan?"

"I-I didn't!" she replied, blushing, at a loss for words.

Qian Renjue chuckled, his hand lingering on her increasingly warm cheek. Lowering his gaze, he quickly looked away, taking her hand.

"Let's go, Sister Ling Yuan."

"Yes."

With downcast eyes, she wrapped herself around his arm, leaning against him with a soft smile.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan wasn’t far from Heaven Dou City. After leaving the city, Qian Renjue activated his spirit, and together with Ling Yuan, they soared toward the sect.


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At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi had just finished breakfast and was seated, dealing with daily matters.

Sword Douluo stood at the doorway, watching the morning sun rise and enjoying the fresh breeze.

"What's that?" Sword Douluo’s calm eyes sharpened as he noticed a black and red dot approaching from the horizon, seemingly headed toward the sect.

"Fengzhi, looks like we have guests coming."

"Guests?" Ning Fengzhi looked up, puzzled.

"They're still far away, so it’s hard to tell who it is," Sword Douluo replied, shaking his head. They had never seen Qian Renjue’s spirit-possessed form before.

"Let’s wait for the disciples to report," Ning Fengzhi said, taking a sip of tea to clear his throat.

"So, Sword Uncle, do you think Bone Uncle took Rongrong out to play again?"

"No, they’re in the training field, practicing with those hidden weapons," Sword Douluo said, folding his arms and watching as a sect disciple ran toward them at full speed.

Thump—the disciple knelt down on one knee.

"Sect Master, Elder Chenxin, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is here to visit."

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?" Ning Fengzhi immediately stood up.

"Hmph! That boy has finally come to see Rongrong," Sword Douluo muttered, a gleam in his eye.

Ning Fengzhi stepped outside, instructing the disciple, "Go to the training field and let Miss Rongrong know to come to the reception hall."

"Yes, I’ll go at once."

As the disciple hurried to the training field, Ning Fengzhi, leaning on his cane, looked at Sword Douluo with a smile.

"Sword Uncle, let’s go greet him ourselves."

"Alright, come on."

With a flick of his hand, Sword Douluo summoned the Seven Kill Sword, widening it slightly so Ning Fengzhi could stand on it.

With the sword at the ready, Sword Douluo carried Ning Fengzhi as they soared through the air.

Before long, they could see Qian Renjue and Ling Yuan Douluo approaching in the distance.

The Seven Kill Sword landed gently on the ground.

Ning Fengzhi stepped down, immediately walking forward to greet Qian Renjue with a warm, welcoming smile.

"Sect Master Ning, Elder Chen Xin," Qian Renjue greeted them with a smile.