Soul Land—Chapter 43: How About You Take Off Your Armor?
"As compensation, shouldn't you give me some special treatment or gifts?"
Qian Renxue licked Ling Qianyao's "wound" until there was no blood left.
Ling Qianyao smiled when he heard this. He gently touched the teeth marks on his shoulder blade, as if he could still feel their warmth. "It's up to you." Qian Renxue tilted her head, thought for a moment, and a cunning look flashed in her eyes. "I want you to accompany me for a month. During this time, you must be available at any moment—practice with me, go shopping, chat, basically stay by my side. I will take out my spare time and appear as Yun Zhaoyao. Don't worry about my identity being exposed. 'Xue Qinghe' will always exist in the Prince's Mansion."
"Okay, I promise you," Ling Qianyao replied.
Qian Renxue raised her eyebrows slightly. "In addition, you can bring Zhuqing with you."
"Ah?" Ling Qianyao was stunned. "What?"
"It's not like she doesn't know me. It's okay to bring her along."
Qian Renxue waved her hand and sat back down, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Does it take a long time to refine the immortal herb?"
Ling Qianyao pondered for a moment. "The fire element contained in your six-winged angel martial soul is infinitely close to the ultimate—powerful and pure."
"For you, the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower doesn't take too long to refine. The initial absorption should be completed within one or two hours, and then it will take a few days to fully absorb the medicinal power."
"One or two hours?" Qian Renxue looked at the sky outside. "I remember, the academy is on holiday today, right?"
Ling Qianyao nodded, feeling that the atmosphere was inexplicably a little off.
"Well, I have nothing to do today. Follow me to the secret room."
Qian Renxue strode to the side of the bookshelf and gently pushed an ordinary-looking book. The bookshelf moved silently, revealing a secret door.
She looked back at Ling Qianyao with a smile. "Come on, protect me."
Ling Qianyao sighed and followed her inside.
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Outside the secret room.
Porcupinefish Douluo scratched his head with a tangled look on his face, glancing at Snake Lance Douluo beside him. "She Long, are you sure it's okay for the young master to keep doing this? Why do I feel like she's initiating that kind of thing with Ling Qianyao?"
"You know too much!" Snake Lance Douluo glanced casually at Porcupinefish Douluo. "Why do you worry? Can we stop the young master from doing what she wants? What can you do? Report it?"
"The only person who can report it is the chief priest. If the chief priest finds out, I'm afraid he will first reprimand us for not taking good care of her."
"Just pretend to sleep. Anyway, you can't see or hear anything."
As he spoke, he thoughtfully set up a soundproof barrier outside the secret room.
Porcupinefish Douluo felt itchy on his head as if he was about to grow a brain. "But I worry—what if they can't help it? The chief priest might chop us."
"Rest assured," Snake Lance Douluo said. "The inheritors of the six-winged angel martial soul cannot lose their virginity before reaching the Soul Saint level."
"But," Porcupinefish hesitated, "that immortal herb, can't it improve many levels? Since Ling Qianyao arrived, the young master's cultivation speed has recovered a little. In the past few months, she's reached level 59. If that immortal herb can raise her soul power level by four or five, and she can absorb a few more immortal herbs and soul rings—by then, she might reach the Soul Saint in a year or two. And by then..."
Snake Lance Douluo was silent, looked up at the sky, and sighed. "What if we switch two people to take our positions?"
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Inside the secret room.
Qian Renxue sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a faint golden light. She closed her eyes and focused, beginning to refine the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower.
Ling Qianyao sat opposite her, watching quietly. As time passed, the air in the room seemed to grow hotter and hotter. The medicinal power of the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower spread rapidly within Qian Renxue, merging with her martial soul and bringing her unprecedented power enhancement. Fine beads of sweat continued to seep from her forehead, and her entire body seemed filled with manic, hot energy.
Ling Qianyao sat opposite her, feeling waves of heat emanating toward him, and the room's atmosphere seemed to ignite.
Squeak—part of Qian Renxue's clothes turned to ashes, revealing her white, jade-like skin and exquisite lines. In this intense heat, her delicate body, with beads of sweat flowing, became even more alluring—imbuing this sacred angel with a sense of silver harp.
Ahem.
Ling Qianyao cleared his throat, forcing himself to look away.
Perhaps an illusion, but in the last moment when his gaze wandered, Ling Qianyao seemed to glimpse a slight curve of Qian Renxue's lips.
After an unknown amount of time, white wings stretched out from behind Qian Renxue, shielding her and blocking the spring light that was about to leak out.
Unfortunately, this faintly looming figure made the scene even more captivating. Ling Qianyao felt his heart pounding and hurriedly tried to steady his mind, but to little avail.
He smiled bitterly to himself. "She wouldn't do it on purpose… she's just torturing me."
He closed his eyes and calmed himself, but Qian Renxue's figure lingered in his mind, impossible to forget.
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Time passed minute by minute.
"Why are you still closing your eyes?"
A pair of arms suddenly encircled him from behind. Qian Renxue had quietly come up behind him without him noticing. Her soft, warm breath brushed his ears, startling Ling Qianyao and making his body stiffen unconsciously.
"Don't worry. I'm just a little tired. Let me lean on your back." Qian Renxue's voice was soft and lazy.
She leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her eyes were red.
Ling Qianyao secretly groaned. He could feel her soft body pressed against him, and her faint fragrance filled his senses, making it even harder to remain calm.
"Huh— it's too hot."
Qian Renxue panted softly, her cheeks flushed, and her usually cold eyes looked a little hazy from the heat.
She clung to Ling Qianyao as if he was her only source of coolness in the secret room.
"The medicinal power of this Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower is overbearing. It's even hotter than I imagined," she murmured.
"Doesn't your martial soul have a purification power? Help me relieve this scorching feeling."
Ling Qianyao silently activated the purification power of the Star Breaking Sword, and a clear breath enveloped both of them.
Qian Renxue stretched her legs and rested her tender thighs on Ling Qianyao's.
"Not bad, more."
A sly look flashed in her eyes. She buried her head in Ling Qianyao's arms, leaning into him.
"But the effect still isn't enough. How about you take off your armor?"
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