Soul Land—Chapter 121: Qian Renxue: Why Do You Seem to Be Sweating Profusely?
In the early morning, the sunlight shone through the windowsill and gently sprinkled on Ling Qianyao's face. He woke up slowly, and the heavy feeling on both sides of his body made him sober up a little.
He was tightly sandwiched between two soft and tender bodies. Zhu Zhuqing was better—just leaning her head and body against him; Qian Renxue, however, put most of her body on him.
The extremely erotic scenes from last night flashed wildly in his mind: Qian Renxue's provocative eyes, Zhu Zhuqing's angry yet charming face, and their soft lips and warm breath.
They had agreed to restrain each other, but they both seemed to have forgotten the so-called promise.
As we all know, it is not considered cheating if you come openly.
If it weren't for the two of them later seeing Ling Qianyao truly getting angry, and that further rewards or teasing would likely cause big trouble, they probably could have pestered him and messed around until dawn.
He moved his body carefully, trying to get up without waking them, but as soon as he moved, Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing frowned simultaneously and burrowed into his arms, as if seeking a more comfortable sleeping position.
Helplessly, he gave up the idea of adjusting his posture.
Both of his arms were pressed down. If it were an ordinary person who was not a soul master, his arms would probably be sore and unable to move the next day, right?
Ling Qianyao tilted his head slightly. On the left was Qian Renxue. A few strands of her waterfall-like golden hair fell onto his chest. A bare hand and a slender, soft jade leg rested on him.
The delicate touch of her skin came through the thin clothes, carrying a trace of warmth.
Her breath was long, and her beautiful face lacked some of her usual arrogance. Instead, it carried a hint of coquettishness and laziness, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
On the right was Zhu Zhuqing, whose eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings, and her delicate facial features looked even softer in sleep.
One arm was across both of them, but it was not as domineering as Qian Renxue's; instead, it rested gently on Ling Qianyao's waist. A pair of slender legs unconsciously intertwined with his, not resting on his thighs like Qian Renxue's.
Sure enough, it had to be Qian Renxue. This evil angel had to declare sovereignty even in her sleep, and the possessiveness in his heart could not be hidden.
Ling Qianyao raised his hand and brushed across the snow-white backs of the two.
"Sh ... "Hmph," Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes, found a safe position in Ling Qianyao's arms, and said softly, "It's already morning. Don't you have to go to the Prince's Mansion?"
"Hmm—" Qian Renxue raised one hand, stretched lazily, and said, "No hurry today. I just went to the Imperial Army camp around Heaven Dou City yesterday. In addition, the matters related to Xue Beng's death have been arranged, and I will go through the formalities in two days."
Ling Qianyao hugged the two of them, and the soul power flowed through his fingertips, gently closing the curtains, and causing the room's light to become soft instantly.
"Then sleep for a while. Don't move around."
"Hmm"2
Sometimes, just a simple leaning and this quiet atmosphere are enough to make people unload all fatigue and defenses.
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Two weeks later, the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe, led his confidants to Spirit City under the pretext that a fallen soul master had appeared in the empire, to meet with the pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, to discuss joint suppression of fallen soul masters and formulate relevant policies.
At the same time, it provided a reason to communicate and explore the depth of cooperation between the two sides, to better demonstrate the achievements of the Heaven Dou Empire in soul master education over the years.
Ling Qianyao, who possesses extraordinary combat power, and Zhu Zhuqing, whose martial soul has evolved, were taken by the crown prince to go together in the name of promoting exchanges between the younger generation of soul masters.
After about half a month, the group arrived at Spirit City, a magnificent city composed mainly of soul masters, except for children, known as the holy land of the soul master world.
Although its area is much smaller than that of main cities like Heaven Dou City and Star Luo Imperial City—and perhaps less than one-tenth the size of Heaven Dou City—the overall impact it has on visitors is no less impressive.
The eighty-meter-high hexagonal granite walls display their majestic presence. Each wall features a large relief, identical to the pattern on the Spirit Hall Pope's Order, symbolizing the six powerful martial souls of the continent.
The relief where Ling Qianyao and his companions entered Spirit City depicts a magnificent crown of stars as if composed of many stars.
In the center is a diamond-shaped gem, from which eighteen stars protrude upward and extend backward.
'What a familiar shape,' Ling Qianyao sighed inwardly. 'This diamond-shaped gem looks exactly like the diamond-shaped gem on the guard of my Star Breaking Sword.'
Upon entering the city, two buildings in the distance on the central mountain came into view.
The building halfway up the mountain is the most magnificent—supported by pillars, with a shining golden dome and glazed windows that flow with light and shadow. This is the Pope's Hall.
Behind the Pope's Hall, slightly higher on the other side of the mountain, is the Elder Hall.
Another building above this mountain peak, the Douluo Hall, although smaller, its luminous white, jade-like exterior carried a strange sense of sacredness.
Looking at the familiar city and buildings, Qian Renxue couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Memories of her time in Spirit City flooded her mind like a tide.
She cast her gaze toward the building on the mountainside. 'Good sister, how long has it been since we last saw each other? This time, I won't hold back. I want you to see how much I've grown.'
'On the contrary, you'll feel extremely regretful for your contempt and neglect of me.
The so-called Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, there's no need for you to attach such importance to them, your cherished personal disciple, let alone me, in front of my Qianyao and Zhu Zhuqing, is merely a worthless chicken and dog, a dry bone in a tomb, hmph.'
She thought silently, then shifted her eyes back from the window.
Because the carriage was large enough and this was their home ground, Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo had also been placed here by Qian Renxue and sat together in the carriage.
"Hmm?"
Qian Renxue looked at Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo with confusion. "Why do you two look like you're sweating profusely as if sitting on pins and needles? You're home, aren't you happy?"
Porcupinefish Douluo gave a far-fetched smile. "Young Miss, of course, I am happy."
(End of this chapter)