334. Snow Empress Apologize

Under the serious gaze of Snow Empress, Qian Renjue awkwardly raised his hand, pointing at the prominent feature of the Snow Empress' chest.

"Uh... about that..."

"What I meant by 'evil'... was referring to this part of you."

Hearing this, the Snow Empress looked at where Qian Renjue was pointing.

She lifted her garment a bit, revealing the fullness of her chest and innocently asked, "Is this what you mean? My chest? Are you saying they’re… big?"

"Ugh, cough, cough..."

Hearing the Snow Empress's direct words and actions, Qian Renjue couldn't help but cover half his face with his hand, coughing with embarrassment, though he nodded repeatedly.

"Ah, I see."

The Snow Empress finally resolved her doubts and felt much more at ease. Qian Renjue covered his eyes, muttering, "Uh... shouldn’t you put your clothes back on?"

"Alright."

The Snow Empress nodded and infused her soul power into the tricolored pearl in the crevice. A snow-white dress appeared, enveloping her completely.

"All set."

"Mm."

Qian Renjue lowered his hand, feeling a sense of relief as he looked at the Snow Empress standing in front of him.

However, her curiosity wasn’t yet satisfied.

"Oh, by the way, do humans always refer to a woman’s chest as 'evil'?"

"..."

Qian Renjue was left speechless and shook his head lightly. "Probably just me."

"I see."

The Snow Empress nodded slightly, her clear, icy blue eyes looking at Qian Renjue.

Remembering the misunderstanding last time, her tone softened.

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have attacked you before letting you finish speaking last time."

Qian Renjue was stunned, surprised that this near-700,000-year-old beast would actually apologize to him.

Smiling gently, he shook his head.

"It’s fine. Just consider my proposal."

"..."

The Snow Empress pursed her lips. The matter of sacrifice left no way back.

"I’ll seriously consider it."

"Don't worry. I won’t deceive you. You still have plenty of time."

Qian Renjue’s expression turned serious.

The cultivation required for a Soul Sage would take considerable time, and he could slowly persuade her.

"Alright."

The Snow Empress nodded. Seeing this, Qian Renjue decided not to linger further.

"In that case, I’ll take my leave. Next time, I’ll visit again for a chat."

"Okay!"

Snow Empress softly responded, watching as Qian Renjue disappeared into the dark vortex.

She lowered her gaze to the garment in her hand and murmured softly, "Though the blond one is a bit more foolish, he is far more amusing than the silver-haired one."

With that, the Snow Empress turned toward the ice sculptures in the corner—a six-winged figure and an ordinary figure.

She draped Qian Renjue’s garment over the ice sculpture of similar size to him.

—

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, over half a year had passed.

Under Qian Renjue’s observation, Qian Renxue's nine illusory avatars had merged back to eight.

Nearly a year had passed, and she was close to completing the first of the Angel God Nine Trials.

Currently, in the rear mountains of the Zhu Family, Star Luo Empire, Qian Renjue was openly sitting on a tree branch, meditating on the evil powers within the Evil God's Heart.

A dark aura surrounded Qian Renjue, concealing his presence and vitality.

Even the nearby Ling Yuan Douluo, standing guard, could barely detect him.

She glanced at Qian Renjue, who had a symbol slowly forming on his brow, and looked puzzled as she absentmindedly bit into a slice of melon.

Beneath the tree's shade was a large mud pit filled with thick, sticky sludge, covered by an intricate weave of Blue Silver Emperor vines, allowing only a faint light to seep through.

Ah Yin, sitting on the grass vines she conjured, watched the feline figure moving below, occasionally dropping a Blue Silver Emperor vine into the mud to attack.

Cat cries rang out, and mud splattered. Ah Yin, now a Soul Sage after being nourished by Qian Renjue's blood, wielded her Blue Silver Emperor vines that ordinary Soul Masters couldn’t easily sever.

And in the muddy pit below was Zhu Zhuqing, a little over seven years old, practicing her Ghost Shadow Perxpeling Steps.

With the six-wing pendant on her neck, adding triple gravity, the young girl moved with determination despite the sticky mud and constant attacks from the Blue Silver Emperor vines above.

Whenever she fell, Zhu Zhuqing would get up immediately, focusing her Purple Demon Eyes, ready to dodge at any moment.

As Qian Renjue’s disciple, she didn't want to bring shame to her teacher's reputation.

At only seventeen, she was already at the seventy-seventh level Soul Sage.

Her combat abilities left even Titled Douluo of the ninety-fifth level in awe.

She couldn’t reach those heights, but she refused to settle as an average talent.

Splat!

"Ah!"

Under Ah Yin's relentless strikes, Zhu Zhuqing once again toppled into the mud pit.


Ah Yin, lying atop the net covering the pit, called out softly, "Zhuqing, if you're too tired, take a rest."

"Mm, Sister Ah Yin, I can keep going."

Zhu Zhuqing got up from the mud, wiping the yellow mud from her face, crouching low and readying her stance.

"Alright... I'll be gentler, then."

Ayin sighed, waving her hand. The Blue Silver Emperor vine under Zhu Zhuqing suddenly surged.

"Ah—!"

Zhu Zhuqing cried out, flung upwards, only to crash back into the pit as mud splattered everywhere.

"Zhuqing, are you alright? How did you not sense that one?"

Ah Yin's eyes widened in concern, glancing up at the tree, fearful of punishment if Zhu Zhuqing got hurt.

"Puh, puh."

Zhu Zhuqing spat out the mud from her mouth, stubbornly shaking her head. "I'm fine, Sister Ah Yin. I was just distracted."

"Alright, but rest if you need it."

"Mm, I will."

…

On the branch, the symbol on Qian Renjue's brow gradually faded as he opened his purple eyes. Frowning, he looked toward the dense bushes nearby.

Ling Yuan sensed Qian Renjue’s presence and turned to him, bowing. "Your Highness… hm?"

Ling Yuan followed his gaze and frowned, kneeling. "Your Highness, my apologies. I'll deal with the intruder immediately!"

"Let her watch. She poses no threat."

A flicker of white light crossed Qian Renjue’s eyes as he calmly withdrew his gaze.

He was close to completing his insight into a new power from the Evil God's Heart, which might aid the grand plan of the Spirit Hall. She might be useful in the future.

"Understood."

Ling Yuan nodded, turning her attention back to the fruit.

Qian Renjue stood up, gazing at the mud pit below.

"Alright, Zhuqing. If you're hungry, come up. Eating mud isn't delicious."