287. I Want To Call Her Sister Too

Qian Renjue pursed his lips, looking at the slightly nervous Hu Liena. He reached out and gently held her flushed cheek, his gaze tender and his words soft.

“Senior brother knows everything.”

“Mm~”

Hu Liena's cheeks blushed, the redness spreading to her neck and ears. Feeling a rush of excitement and joy, she hugged Qian Renjue tightly. Qian Renjue gently stroked her orange hair, his gaze calm. After all, he understood the thoughts of his junior sister whom he had raised.

"Alright, we should head back soon."

“Yes, I’ll follow senior brother’s lead.”

Obediently, Hu Liena nodded and was about to hold Qian Renjue's arm when he suddenly turned his back to her, crouching down.

“Ah, senior brother~”

With a soft squeal, Hu Liena was soon piggybacked on Qian Renjue’s back.

“Senior brother~?”

Qian Renjue held her legs to lift her up, smiling as he said, “Consider this as my way of thanking you.”

Hu Liena’s eyes sparkled, her body warming. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned close to his stern face. Blushing, she softly whispered, “Thank you, senior brother~”

“Mm.”

Qian Renjue responded, walking steadily so that Hu Liena felt no discomfort. She stared at his face, her expression filled with warmth.

She thought to herself, “From now on, I need to work even harder to help senior brother, so he won’t ever leave me.”

Lost in her happy thoughts, Hu Liena chuckled to herself, tightening her arms around him and pressing closer to his back, filling him with a sense of warmth.

As they neared home, Hu Liena regained her composure and shyly whispered, “Senior brother, please don’t tell Miss Xue about… the kiss earlier.”

Qian Renjue chuckled, “Is Sister that frightening?”

“She is!” Hu Liena answered without hesitation, recalling how Miss Xue had drawn her sword when they first met.

Qian Renjue laughed, comforting her, “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything.”

“Thank you, senior brother~ I don’t want Miss Xue to dislike me.”

Hu Liena’s voice grew softer, almost inaudible with nervousness. “Someday… I hope I can call her sister too.”

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As night deepened, Qian Renjue was embraced in a world of gentleness.

Surrounded by softness, he dreamt peacefully throughout the night.

At dawn, he awoke, freshened up quickly, and retreated to the training room. Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue exchanged glances, resting together with a warm embrace. Hu Liena lay nearby, half-covered, gripping a pacifier around her neck, occasionally bringing it to her lips in her sleep. The room was filled with a faint, milky aroma.

In the training room, Qian Renjue sat in meditation, silver hair extending from his head, his face growing colder and paler, his figure slender. He unfolded his six wings and manipulated the dark energy around him as six spirit rings hovered.

The golden bead in his hand shattered, releasing strands of golden light that intertwined around him, entering and exiting his body. As the golden ring merged into a black hue, it repeatedly clashed within him, each collision intensifying its darkness.

Qian Renjue’s face turned paler as he resisted the impact of the divine spirit ring, forcing it to transform into a reddish hue.

Buzz!

A dark purple glow flashed from his brow, and arcs of lightning appeared on his body, numbing his skin.

The Blue Silver Emperor mark on his chest pulsed with energy, sending warmth through his body.

Outside, as the morning sun rose, Bibi Dong watered flowers in the courtyard while Ling Yuan reported Qian Renjue’s progress.

Qian Renxue sat under a pavilion, watching the garden, and Hu Liena carefully brewed tea, filling the courtyard with warmth.

“Miss Xue~ tea,” Hu Liena offered.

“Mm.” Qian Renxue accepted it, then asked, “How’s your cultivation?”

“I recently broke through to level 47.”

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Three days later, the icy gusts within the training chamber finally calmed.

The frost on the walls remained thick, and Qian Renjue’s aura shimmered with a bloody glow. His spirit power surged, reaching level seventy-five.

"Master~" A soft, frail voice sounded as Ah Yin wrapped herself around him, biting into his neck to absorb his blood, her face flushed from the taste.

Qian Renjue grasped her waist, feeling the pain yet helplessly captivated by her presence.

Ah Yin’s flushed face reflected a deep allure, her light moans filling the air with a gentle tension.

Resisting his impulses, Qian Renjue stilled himself, and Ah Yin, sated, dissolved into a line of blood and returned to his chest.

The heavy doors to the training room opened, releasing cold air as Qian Renjue stepped out, his white robes flowing. Not far from him appeared two stunning figures.