Chapter 128: Qian Renxue's Regret
But Emperor Xue Ye never expected that even after naming his rebellious son as crown prince, this very same "son" would still poison him! So impatient to take the throne?!
Unforgivable!
Despite the raging fury in his heart, Emperor Xue Ye maintained his composure and asked, "Your Eminence, can it be cured?"
The nobleman beside him quickly added, "You are a divine physician renowned across the world! Please, you must save His Majesty!"
"Your Eminence, can this poison be cured?"
Qian Renxue, seeing that Sun Zhongjing had exposed the poisoning, sighed inwardly. On the surface, however, she put on a shocked and deeply worried expression.
Sun Zhongjing stroked his long white beard, nodded, and said, "His Majesty's poison is no ordinary one. Without the one who administered it, no one else in the world could hope to cure it. Fortunately, I am here. I can remove it."
"Truly?!"
Qian Renxue put on a delighted expression, but inside, she was furious.
She desperately wanted to kill this old man on the spot!
But she knew that was impossible.
Because this seemingly ordinary old man was actually an ultimate Douluo, equal in power to her grandfather!
An existence beyond human reach.
Aside from gods, no one could kill a soul master of this level. Even another ultimate Douluo couldn't guarantee a kill. If he wanted to escape, no one could stop him.
If she failed to eliminate him, she would be provoking an unkillable enemy one who could act without restraint, freely destroying Spirit Hall's branch halls or assassinating its weaker members in the shadows.
It would be a nightmare.
For Qian Renxue, the risk of provoking him was far too great. If she couldn't ensure his death, she would rather not provoke him at all.
So, she had no choice but to continue acting.
"Then please, save my father!"
Using Xue Qinghe's appearance, Qian Renxue perfectly portrayed the image of a devoted son.
To any outsider, it seemed unimaginable that this very person was the one who had poisoned the emperor.
She had deceived everyone.
'This little girl sure knows how to act.'
Sun Zhongjing, with his immense spiritual power, could faintly sense her true emotions the frustration, anger, and even the killing intent she was trying to suppress.
Yet on the surface, she played the role of a filial son so perfectly that not a single flaw could be seen.
Women truly are natural born actors.
If she kept up this act long enough, she might even convince herself.
"Your Eminence, do you need any specific ingredients to cure His Majesty? Whatever it is, I will have it prepared immediately!" The nobleman spoke urgently.
"No need."
Sun Zhongjing waved his hand and said, "Preparing medicine would take too long. I will extract the poison directly."
"Extract it directly?"
The nobleman was momentarily stunned but, trusting this grandmaster's abilities, he nodded. "Then I leave it to you. If you need anything, just say the word."
He immediately stepped aside.
"Step back, all of you. I will now begin."
Standing by Emperor Xue Ye's bedside, Sun Zhongjing looked toward Qian Renxue and the nobleman, motioning for them to distance themselves.
After all, what was about to happen would be dramatic otherwise, it wouldn't seem convincing enough.
Both of them stepped back several paces, leaving the emperor and Sun Zhongjing with ample space.
"Your Majesty, close your eyes and relax… The poison will be gone in no time."
Sun Zhongjing's voice was calm and reassuring.
"I leave it in your hands."
Emperor Xue Ye nodded, then obediently closed his eyes.
Qian Renxue and the nobleman watched as Sun Zhongjing raised both hands and at that very moment, Emperor Xue Ye's body began to levitate.
At the same time…
A powerful aura surged from Sun Zhongjing's elderly frame!
One by one, soul rings emerged…
When the ninth, blood red soul ring appeared, his seemingly frail figure suddenly felt like that of an ancient god standing tall above the world.
The sheer pressure he exuded was overwhelming.
Then…
A mysterious wind appeared inside the sealed room.
Sun Zhongjing's beard and robe fluttered, his white garments radiating an aura of transcendence.
He looked as though he might soar into the sky at any moment.
Neither Qian Renxue nor the nobleman dared to breathe.
Facing him felt like staring into an infinite ocean waves surging endlessly, overwhelming and inescapable.
The pressure was not just terrifying it was vast, boundless, like the will of nature itself.
For the first time, Qian Renxue was truly shaken.
Her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, was also an ultimate Douluo.
But in terms of sheer presence…
He could not compare to this old man.
That's not normal!
A soul master of the same level shouldn't have such an immense gap in power.
Then, a terrible realization dawned upon her.
"He… might have already stepped into the realm of the gods."
Perhaps he hadn't inherited a god's position, but he had undoubtedly started down the path to creating his own godhood.
Plague God.
Qian Renxue's expression turned complex.
For the first time, she felt something she had never felt before
Regret.
As the Angel God's successor, born with innate rank 20 spirit power, Qian Renxue had always been arrogant and self assured.
She believed no one was more talented than her.
But in recent years…
First came Baiyun City's Lord, Ye Cheng, a twin martial soul genius who became an ultimate Douluo at just 26 his potential astonishing beyond belief.
Then there was Neptune, the sea soul master, who inherited the Sea God's position, ensuring that he would one day become a deity.
And now…
This old man, who was forging his own godhood.
Each was more absurdly powerful than the last.
Qian Renxue suddenly felt a deep sense of inferiority.
She began to regret.
If she hadn't spent so many years undercover, wasting time playing politics…
If she had simply focused on her cultivation…
Perhaps she wouldn't be falling so far behind them now.
But now, it was too late.
She had wasted her prime years in deception and scheming.
To give up now would be unbearable.
For the first time, Qian Renxue's determination wavered.
She stared at Sun Zhongjing's towering figure, feeling an unfamiliar emotion creeping into her heart
Doubt.
Was everything she had done truly worth it?
(End of Chapter)
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