"Are you alright?" Qian Duoduo's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude. He had never liked Yan Shaozhe much, and now, seeing Cai Mei'er falling out with him, he felt a surge of glee.
Just this?
You still dare to think about Lin'er? Do you really think you can win her back? Who do you think you are?
Now, not only had Yan Shaozhe lost his chance with Lin'er, but he had also fallen out with Cai Mei'er.
"Sigh." Yan Shaozhe felt an unbearable bitterness in his heart, wishing he could slap himself. His greed had truly backfired. Now, he had thoroughly angered Mei'er.
"Headmaster, don't worry too much. Once the deputy headmaster cools off, you can coax her back," Fan Yu quickly advised.
"I know."
Yan Shaozhe nodded dejectedly. At this point, there wasn't much else he could do.
What he didn't realize was just how long Cai Mei'er's anger would last.
Of course, the relationship between Cai Mei'er and Yan Shaozhe would only deteriorate further. Don't think she'll just stay angry. Believe it or not, by tonight, Cai Mei'er might already be in Qian Ran's room.
The three of them tacitly chose to remain silent, all sharing a sense of sympathetic misery.
Even though Zhou Yi, Xian Lin'er, and Cai Mei'er seemed to have become even more radiant, these three men were utterly miserable.
Fan Yu could only watch without touching; Qian Duoduo, who couldn't get close before, now stood no chance; and Yan Shaozhe had now joined their ranks.
When a wife becomes more beautiful, shouldn't her husband be happier?
So why weren't they the ones enjoying it?
No matter how they thought about it, they couldn't make sense of it—at least not for now.
When Xian Lin'er and Zhou Yi finally emerged from Qian Ran's room, the atmosphere returned to normal. Still, they couldn't shake the feeling that the two women were somehow different from when they had gone in. What had changed, though, they couldn't pinpoint.
Qian Ran, for his part, had deliberately told the two women to only wipe down their bodies instead of bathing. As a result, a faint lingering scent of indulgence clung to them. While subtle, it was enough to arouse a sense of something being off, though not enough for others to guess the truth.
With his longing finally sated, Zhou Yi left the Sea God Pavilion. After all, as a homeroom teacher, she couldn't stay there indefinitely.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for conquering Xian Lin'er."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Golden Dragon Bloodline. The host's second martial soul has evolved into the Golden Dragon while retaining the Ultimate Ice ability."
At that moment, the system's delightful reward notification echoed in Qian Ran's mind.
Although Qian Ran had shared an intimate rapport with Xian Lin'er before, they hadn't taken things to the ultimate step. This time, however, after a long separation, the fire between them acted as a catalyst, allowing Qian Ran to effortlessly win her over.
Now, Qian Ran's Dragon Martial Soul had evolved again, becoming the Golden Dragon.
Previously, his second martial soul was merely an Ice Dragon capable of mastering Ultimate Ice. Though powerful, it fell short of his Six-Winged Angel martial soul in terms of prestige.
The Golden Dragon was a different matter entirely. As one of the top-tier dragon bloodlines, it rivaled the Silver Dragon.
The Golden Dragon's greatest strengths lay in its physical prowess: immense strength, invulnerability, and unparalleled speed. Meanwhile, the Silver Dragon excelled in manipulating various elemental powers.
The Dragon God embodied both the Golden Dragon and Silver Dragon's attributes.
When the Dragon God split into two, the Golden Dragon King inherited its overwhelming physical strength—so powerful that even the chaotic turbulence of space-time in the Divine Realm, with its fragments of time and space, couldn't harm it. It wielded destructive power capable of shattering worlds. Even during its dormant state as a dragon cocoon, it continued to absorb divine power from the Douluo Divine Realm. Though not as strong as the Dragon God, it was still on par with a Supreme God.
The Silver Dragon King, on the other hand, inherited the Dragon God's divine core of creation. Her essence combined the nine major elements, and her Silver Dragon Spear could even channel the forces of the universe.
Qian Ran's Golden Dragon was clearly superior to a normal one, as it also retained the power of the ice element.
He sensed that if he could master other elements, he would essentially gain the foundational powers of the Dragon God. The only difference would be his relatively low cultivation level. Once that improved, he would be almost indistinguishable from the Dragon God.
At present, Qian Ran possessed three divine weapons. The Angelic Holy Sword had already been returned to Qian Renxue, and the Xumi Ring functioned merely as a storage soul tool with immense capacity. Though he had obtained the Golden Dragon Spear earlier, he had been unable to use it because only those with the Golden Dragon bloodline could wield it, with spirit beasts being a rare exception.
Now, Qian Ran could finally use this divine weapon.
Summoning it, a golden needle-sized spear emerged from the center of his brow, floating mid-air before rapidly expanding into a three-meter-long spear. The Golden Dragon Spear shimmered with a brilliant gold hue, adorned with faint dragon-shaped patterns rather than scales.
Since unlocking the Eye of Life, Qian Ran had been nurturing the Golden Dragon Spear within it.
As he gripped the spear, an overwhelming sense of power surged through his body.
Qian Ran had always possessed a robust physique, having been strengthened several times by the system. After acquiring the Life Gold and awakening the Eye of Life, his body had undergone further enhancements. Now, the Golden Dragon's formidable physique elevated his body to an entirely new level.
Qian Ran's physical prowess had reached the pinnacle of humanity. His perfectly proportioned physique was unmatched; even the most idealized golden ratio couldn't compare.
Every muscle line on his body radiated perfection, making his appearance and aura unparalleled. It was no wonder even women as proud as Xian Lin'er and Cai Mei'er found themselves unable to resist him. His impeccably refined body played a significant role.
Why would Cai Mei'er willingly half-kneel before him for certain things? Because his physique was irresistibly captivating. Her fondness for drinking Wahaha milk drinks also seemed fitting in context.
After more than a month of cultivation in the Sea God Pavilion, everyone finally left.
During this time, everyone's strength had grown by leaps and bounds. All those who had entered emerged with far more solidified cultivation levels, Qian Ran included.
This wasn't due to the Sea God Pavilion providing him with substantial help but rather because Qian Ran's own cultivation speed was astonishingly fast.
"Qian Ran, you've just broken through to Soul Ancestor, and now you're already on the verge of becoming a Soul King?" Wang Dong'er walked beside him, increasingly unable to gauge his depths.
By now, Qian Ran seemed no different from an inner-court disciple.
Xiao Xiao, Ning Tian, Wu Feng, Zhu Lu, and Cui Yajie all turned their gazes toward Qian Ran upon hearing Wang Dong'er's remark. Though Qian Ran's strength had always been impressive, his cultivation wasn't much higher than theirs initially.
When he first joined the academy, he had only been a two-ringed Grand Soul Master. Now, in just over a year, he was on the brink of Soul King, with combat strength capable of overwhelming even Soul Sages.
Such a rapid progression was unprecedented on the continent. Even evil soul masters using forbidden techniques couldn't achieve such results.
The women felt they had improved quickly during their time in the Sea God Pavilion. Yet compared to Qian Ran, they seemed laughably inadequate.
"This guy Qian Ran is... truly a monster," Ma Xiaotao muttered, sensing the profound soul power emanating from him. Despite being a late-stage Soul Ancestor, his soul power felt even more immense than hers.
(Chapter End)