[System requires urgent repairs. Host: gather Immortal Energy for repair.]
Ren Xuan was surprised that in so many years the System had finally asked him something, then he snorted.
"Immortal energy — it is the stuff of the Divine Realm."
Another line appeared, larger and insistently bright.
[System requests a large quantity of Immortal Energy. System offers Host a God Trial.]
"Very well," he said, almost politely. "Send it."
The screen hummed and spat a string of code that resolved into text and then voice: a dry mechanical chime.
[Retrieving God Trials…]
A single banner remained as the delivery finished:
[9 Trials of Eros: Find nine women from the story of Douluo Dalu 1, make them join your harem. Trials complete upon siring children with all nine.]
Ren Xuan laughed — a raw, rattling sound that filled the chamber. "Is that all?"
He did not see it as a trial; he saw it as an affirmation of his methods. The broken system's cruel joke fit him: a life of domination, a life of taking what he wanted and bending others until they obeyed.
"One encounter will be enough secure obedience," his voice resounded in the room, already pleased by the simplicity of the task. "Send me all the information of Douluo Dalu 1to refresh my memory."
The screen obliged, and then the torrent came: names, histories, battle accounts, profiles of soul rings and martial souls — an entire novel's worth of knowledge poured into the damaged interface and then into his mind. Memories, timelines, and reputations stitched themselves together; Ren Xuan's eyes flared with renewed clarity.
"Easy mode," he said, savoring the knowledge laid out before him. His thoughts slid quickly from hunger to spite. "Tang Chen — you insane son of a b*tch. You had nearly killed me. Wait, I will defeat you soon , then when I capture Bo Saixi, I will make you watch , as I made love with her."
He imagined humiliation, domination, the slow, private revenge. He imagined power displayed as spectacle.
A new strand of thought tugged at him: ' Isn't it during this time that Qian Renxue, will go to Heaven Dou Empire to start he undercover career as a spy.'
"She will travel to the Heaven Dou Empire disguised as a prince," he murmured, repeating a line he had just digested from the information. "If I catch her during that time, before she gains deeper roots in the capital, the whole Empire will bend to me. After she disguises as the prince… her influence will be a stepping-stone. No one will suspect; no one will know the manipulations until it is done."
He licked his lips. "No woman I desire has ever escaped me."
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In a remote wilderness away from the hustle and bustle of city, The morning sun still shone, even upon desolation.
Its light spilled weakly into the mouth of the canyon, where silence ruled and only the wind dared whisper.But in that silence, something unbelievable was taking place.
A hand — slender, pale, and flawless like carved jade — was wrapped tightly around a man's neck.The man, cloaked in black and reeking of malice, clawed desperately at that delicate wrist as if fighting death itself.
"Y-You… what are you—!" he rasped.
Crack!
The sound echoed through the canyon like a breaking branch.The man's words died with him. His body convulsed once, then went limp.
But the hand did not let go.
Then using her other hand with effortless strength, Qian Renxue's fingers tightened again. Bone tore from sinew as she ripped the man's head from his shoulders. Blood splattered against the sunlight, turning the dust below into dark mud. The corpse dropped heavily to the ground, while the head dangled in her grasp like a discarded trophy.
A few droplets landed on her cheek, streaking across her fair skin. The crimson gleam against her golden hair and purple eyes made her look both divine and demonic — an angel with the beauty of heaven and the cruelty of hell.
Qian Renxue gazed coldly at the head, her expression indifferent, almost bored.Her voice was soft, but it carried through the canyon like judgment itself.
"Evil Soul Masters…" she whispered. "Tell me—what happens when a prey decides to ambush its predator?"
Her tone was so calm that it chilled the air itself. There was no triumph, no rage, only inevitability.
She tossed the severed head aside as if it were garbage.The sound of it rolling and striking a rock echoed once, then died away.
Just as her hand brushed the dust off her sleeve, a ripple of killing intent flared behind her.
A masked man shot up from behind a boulder, his cloak fluttering as eight soul rings lit up — yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black — casting an eerie glow .
Roni,an infamous Evil Soul Douluo of the Blood Soul Vine martial soul. One of the many wretches who preyed on the weak to fuel their own cultivation.
His sharp eyes widened when he saw the decapitated corpse of his comrade.
'That girl... she killed him effortlessly.'
But then he sneered under his mask.
'So what if you're strong? Strength means nothing once you're paralyzed and drained dry.'
He crouched low, his voice a whisper in the wind. "Let's see how you fare against this."
The crimson vines burst from his back like serpents.
Martial Soul: Blood Soul Vine.Fifth Soul Skill – Paralysis Toxin.Sixth Soul Skill – Shadow March.Eighth Soul Skill – Absolute Immobilize.
Roni grinned as his vines slithered forward with a very fast speed, approaching the girl's back.
The combination of his soul skills would normally be overkill — the toxin would paralyze the nervous system, while the Eighth skill imposed a brief but absolute stillness. Even a Titled Douluo once fell prey to this technique.
Qian Renxue continued walking forward as though she hadn't noticed the creeping tendrils or the heavy, suffocating aura.
Roni narrowed his eyes, as if he could imagine his martial soul trapping the girl and making her powerless.
Just as the blood vines reached for her ankles —
(Author notes: The attached pic belongs to Eve, who will be introduced soon )