Douluo Continent: Just became a demigod, and was exposed by the heavens.

In an instant, her face turned red all the way to the roots of her neck.

"Awake?" Lin Yuan smiled and stroked her long hair.

"Husband," Ye Lingling nestled shyly into his arms, her voice soft and sweet, "Am I dreaming?"

"If this is a dream, I'd rather never wake up."

Lin Yuan chuckled, took her hand, and placed it on his heart: "This is not a dream. Your martial soul has evolved. You have become a god."

Lin Yuan leaned close to her ear and said with a mischievous smile, "Besides, your recovery ability is too strong. No matter what I did last night, you could recover instantly. This makes me feel very accomplished, but it's also very challenging."

Ye Lingling understood the meaning behind it, and blushed so much that she lightly punched him: "Husband, you're so naughty!"

Just then, a commotion arose in the distance.

"Quick, quick! I sense it! There's a divine energy fluctuation in the Begonia Garden! It must be that Sister Lingling has succeeded too!"

Xiao Wu led the way, accompanied by Rong Rong, Zhu Qing, Yan Er, Bing Er, Xue Wu, and other members of the "harem inspection team," and stormed in.

When they saw the petals scattered all over the ground, and Ye Lingling nestled in Lin Yuan's arms, radiant and without a veil.

Everyone was stunned.

Although Ye Lingling was shy, she did not avoid him as before. She held Lin Yuan's hand tightly, bravely raised her head, and revealed a stunning smile: "Please take good care of me, sisters, in the future."

……

Canglan Academy, Angel Pavilion.

This is the highest point on campus, bathed in the purest sunlight year-round.

A magnificent golden temple stands tall above the sea of ​​clouds, exuding an aura of sacred inviolability.

This is the place where Qianrenxue cultivated herself after becoming a god.

However, the moonlight tonight seemed particularly cold, casting an indescribable sense of loneliness over the magnificent temple.

On the main seat of the temple, Qian Renxue wore a dazzling golden palace dress, but she did not show any of the joy of being high above.

Her signature blonde hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her stunningly beautiful face bore a hint of melancholy that seemed completely out of place with her divine status.

She held a golden goblet in her hand, which contained "Angel's Holy Wine," a special offering from the divine realm.

This wine is so potent that even a single drop can intoxicate an ordinary Soul Master, and even gods would become confused and infatuated if they drank too much of it.

At this moment, several empty wine jugs had already fallen to the ground at her feet.

"Ha ha……"

Qian Renxue gazed out of the palace with hazy, drunken eyes. Through the clouds, she could see the brightly lit Star-Picking Tower below and faintly hear the sounds of Xiao Wu and the others laughing and playing.

Since Ye Lingling also resolved her inner conflict and moved into the Star-Picking Tower, that place has become a true "land of gentle pleasures".

But here, it became the real "Moon Palace".

"Why……"

Qian Renxue downed the wine in her cup in one gulp. The spicy liquid slid down her throat, but it couldn't quell the restlessness in her heart.

"In terms of background, I am the young master of the Spirit Hall; in terms of talent, I am a level 20 innate spirit with full soul power; in terms of divine status, I am the Angel God with the longest lineage!"

"Where am I inferior to them?"

"Why do the teachers fawn over them all the time, while I'm all alone in this cold, desolate temple?"

As the alcohol took effect, the grievances and jealousy that she usually suppressed with reason and pride burst forth like a flood.

She always maintained her aloofness. She was Qian Renxue, a proud angel, and she couldn't bring herself to offer herself like Rongrong, nor could she bring herself to cry like Zhuqing.

She is waiting.

Wait until the man looks at her and walks towards her.

However, what she received was the increasingly lively laughter and chatter of the Star-Picking Tower, and the increasingly desolate moonlight on her side.

"Lin Yuan, you bastard."

Qian Renxue stood up unsteadily, and the golden goblet in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Fueled by alcohol, she pointed in the direction of the Star-Picking Tower and cursed.

Just then, the immense angelic power within her began to spiral out of control, and golden light surged wildly within the temple, shattering the surrounding decorations into dust.

She was like a wounded golden lion licking its wounds alone, both dangerous and vulnerable.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Just then, a calm yet authoritative voice suddenly rang out behind her.

Qian Renxue suddenly turned around.

At the entrance of the temple, Lin Yuan, dressed in black, stood with his hands behind his back.

He walked against the moonlight, like a king emerging from the darkness, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Old, teacher?"

Qian Renxue sobered up halfway in an instant.

She subconsciously wanted to tidy her appearance, to restore that noble and elegant angelic image.

But soon, the feeling of being ignored welled up in his heart again.

Fueled by the remaining alcohol, she didn't bow. Instead, she straightened her back, looked directly into Lin Yuan's eyes, and sneered:
"What? Has the Supreme God-King finally remembered that you have a disciple in this corner?"

"Is the 'gentle haven' in the Star-Picking Tower too crowded? Why don't you come out for some fresh air?"

If it were anyone else, Lin Yuan would have slapped them to death with those barbed words.

But Lin Yuan just quietly looked at her, at her flushed face from being drunk, and at her golden eyes filled with stubbornness and tears.

"Xue'er, you have overstepped your bounds."

Lin Yuan's voice remained calm, but it carried an undeniable power.

He walked step by step toward Qian Renxue.

With each step he took, his aura grew stronger.

When he walked up to Qian Renxue, the terrifying pressure of the Human Emperor had already suppressed the restless angelic power within her.

Qian Renxue felt as if she were being stared at by an ancient behemoth, and even breathing became difficult. She tried to back away, but found that her legs were weak and she couldn't move at all.

"Transgression? Heh..."

Qian Renxue gave a bitter laugh: "Yes, I overstepped my bounds. I am a disciple, I should not have had improper thoughts about my teacher, and I should not be jealous of my master's wives."

"fool."

Lin Yuan sighed and reached out to pull this prickly woman, with a soft heart, into his arms.

"I have never abandoned you."

"I'm just waiting."

Qian Renxue suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the man so close to her: "What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until you put down your damn pride."

Lin Yuan's fingers gently traced the contours of her perfect face: "Qian Renxue, you are too proud. This pride once supported you through the darkest years, but now it has become a shackle on your pursuit of happiness."

"Xiao Wu and the others all know what they want and bravely go for it."

"And you, you just hide here drinking alone, waiting for others to guess what you're thinking."

Lin Yuan's words were like a sharp knife, precisely piercing through all of Qian Renxue's pretense.

Her pride and self-esteem crumbled at that moment.

"I……"

Qian Renxue opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

Lin Yuan lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and his warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe: "Besides, who told you that I'm not interested in you anymore?"

boom!
Qian Renxue's mind went completely blank for a moment.

Before she could react, Lin Yuan had already leaned down and kissed her wine-scented lips. His kiss was unlike the gentleness or flirtation he showed to other women.

Lin Yuan's kiss to Qian Renxue carried a strong desire to conquer.

He was telling her: You, Qian Renxue, don't need to put on airs anymore, you don't need to be strong on your own anymore.

In my arms, you can be that little woman who needs to be loved again.

"Well."

Qian Renxue's body stiffened instantly, then quickly softened.

Her restless hands finally gripped Lin Yuan's clothes tightly from behind. She responded clumsily yet passionately, pouring all the emotions she had suppressed over the years into this kiss.

……

The moonlight had somehow disappeared behind the clouds, and the temple doors slammed shut.

Golden curtains fell, obscuring the two overlapping figures on the throne.

"Teacher, I..."

"Call me husband."

"Husband, husband."

For the first time, Qian Renxue's voice carried a hint of allure. The contrast between that aloof goddess and her fall to earth was enough to drive any man mad.

"Xue'er, your angelic divine armor is too much of a hindrance."

Lin Yuan's large hand covered the hard golden armor on her chest, applying slight pressure.

That divine armor, symbolizing the supreme defense of the angel god, was as fragile as paper before the power of the human emperor, instantly turning into specks of golden light and dissipating.

Beneath the armor lay Qian Renxue's breathtakingly perfect and delicate body.

Years of cultivation and the nourishment of divine power have given her an exceptional figure that is more mature than Xiao Wu's, more well-proportioned than Zhu Qing's, and more noble than Rong Rong's.

Her skin was so white it seemed to glow, radiating a faint aura of holiness.

"What a nice view."

Lin Yuan exclaimed in sincere admiration.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes in embarrassment, but she did not back down. Supported by the alcohol and love, she made the boldest move of her life.

The six enormous golden wings behind her suddenly unfurled, radiating a soft and sacred light, enveloping the two of them in a golden cocoon of light.

"My husband, please possess me, and let me also become a member of the Star-Picking Tower."

……

That night, the holy light within the Temple of Angels shone brightly for an entire night.

The sacred and the secular, the noble and the desire, are perfectly blended here.

Qian Renxue finally let go of all her pride, and she tried her best to please and feel the happiness that had been long overdue.

Although she was inexperienced at first, her divine constitution gave her amazing endurance and recovery ability.

In this conquest of love, the proud angel finally broke her pride and willingly became the human emperor's most loyal companion.

……

The next morning.

The first ray of sunlight shone into the temple.

Qian Renxue leaned lazily against Lin Yuan's chest, her long golden hair cascading down the throne like a golden waterfall.

Her face still bore the blush of last night's frenzy, and the loneliness and desolation between her brows had long since vanished, replaced by an unprecedented girlish shyness and contentment.

"Awake?" Lin Yuan asked with a smile, playing with a strand of her hair.

"Mmm." Qian Renxue buried her head in Lin Yuan's chest, her voice a little hoarse: "Husband, was I too crazy last night?"

Fueled by alcohol, she did many things last night that she would never have dared to do when she was sober, and now, thinking back on them, she is filled with shame and indignation.

Lin Yuan laughed and said, "It's good to be a little crazy. I like you more the way you are, real and cute."

Qian Renxue punched him lightly, then raised her head, her golden eyes flashing with determination: "Husband, I want to move."

"Oh? Where are you moving to?"

"The top floor of the Star-Picking Tower!" Qian Renxue snorted arrogantly.

Then, her eyes softened: "I want to live with everyone. I don't want to be alone anymore."

Looking at the woman in his arms who had finally let down her guard and was ready to integrate into the group, Lin Yuan lowered his head and kissed her forehead deeply: "Granted."

……

The city of slaughter, deep within the road to hell.

This is the dirtiest and most chaotic place in Douluo Continent, yet it is also the closest to the origin of "Asura".

Dark red lava churned beneath our feet, and the air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood and a slow-acting toxin that could drive anyone mad.

However, in this hellish place, there was one figure who stood out from the crowd.

He wore a spotless white robe, and his full head of silver hair was meticulously combed.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his feet not on solid ground, but on a floating silver longsword.

The bats and monsters around him, twisted and deformed by their bloodlust, dared not even approach within a hundred meters of him.

Because the "sharpness" emanating from him is hotter than the magma of this hell road, and more domineering than the rules of this killing city!

Swordsmanship and worldly desires.

"Rongrong became the Nine-Colored Goddess, and Lin Yuan became the Supreme God King."

Chen Xin looked at the endless darkness ahead, a hint of resentment and arrogance flashing in his sharp eyes.

"Throughout my life, I have never bowed my head, not even when facing Qian Daoliu."

"Now, must I, an old man, be relegated to being a mere spectator in this brilliant era, only able to look up to the younger generation?"

"No!"

"My sword is not yet old!"

"The Seven Killing God-Demon Sword, to kill gods and prove the Dao!"

For him now, passing the Hell Road, the first test of the Asura God, was naturally a breeze.

……

Soon, we arrived at the fourth level: severing all emotional ties and attachments.

This test is a moral trial.

As the scenes shifted, Chen Xin seemed to return to his youth. He saw his father who died young, the lover he had given up in pursuit of the sword path, and the nightmare of the destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School (a hallucination from the original story).

The Asura God needs a ruthless enforcer, and this trial is to make him sever his ties to the mortal world.

"Chen Xin, your sword is bound by attachments, therefore it is not fast enough." A grand voice echoed in his mind: "Sever the past, sever the ties, and you can become a god."

In the illusion, Ning Rongrong, Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi, and others appeared one by one, blocking his sword.

As Chen Xin looked at these familiar faces, the Seven Killings Divine Demon Sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Should we behead them?

To become a god, for power, to sever everything?
"Hmph!" Just then, Chen Xin suddenly sheathed his sword, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Who told you that the merciless sword is the strongest?"

He raised his head and stared straight into the void: "My sword was born of protection, and sharpened by unwavering dedication!"

"Without the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, without Rongrong, what use would this sword of mine be?!"

...(End of chapter)