Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

"Get up!" Qian Shui waved her hand, trying to shoo away Qian Renxue, who was still slumped on the Crown Prince's seat.

"No! I don't have the strength!" But can it really be true that a woman has no strength?

But Qian Shui doesn't care; work is a deadline, especially in countries at war, where every minute and every second is spent operating at high intensity, even at the beginning of the new year.

Using her soul power, she lifted Qian Renxue and moved her to the semi-circular desk, applying a 'cleansing spell' to the mess on the desk.

"Oh dear, Xiaoxue, please have mercy! It'll be too late if we don't do it now! Or you can do it!"

"Hmph!" However, Qian Renxue didn't want to pay any attention to him, let alone work. How could you want to work when you have such a beautiful wife in front of you?

The veins on her forehead were bulging. Whose career was all this for? Qian Shui wanted to cry when she recalled the days when she couldn't slack off at all. "You forced me to do this!"

As he spoke, his distraction pushed Qian Renxue's main consciousness away. Upon closer inspection, he realized she truly had no strength left! This was terrifying; this woman was capable of going to such lengths for pleasure! This was practically excessive indulgence!

Silently dressing his wife, Qian Shui suppressed the shock in his heart and hurried back to work.

"Xiao Shui, don't be angry~ I'm really out of strength! If it's really too much, I'll bite you~" Qian Renxue shook Qian Shui's arm, trying to use this as a bargaining chip.

However, people on the verge of death don't care about such petty gains! Besides, he was thinking of getting his wife to tone it down a bit. In the current situation, he couldn't give Qian Renxue any chance, or he would be dumped again!

In short, when the council chamber doors were closed, the little angel knew she had been having too much fun and was kicked out.

"Then what am I supposed to do there!" she shouted into the room, trying to salvage her image.

What image can a married couple possibly have?

"If I can't do it, I'll just stand guard!"

"Hmph! I'll stand then!" Although puzzled, she checked Qian Shui's spatial soul tool and then took out a set of plate armor belonging to the Crown Prince's personal guards.

"It actually exists?!"

The idle little angel actually put on the silver-white plate armor that fit Qian Shui's body perfectly and actually stood guard.

She was currently in Qian Shui's body. Xue Qinghe was handling official business, and Ning Huahua was still on her way back. She couldn't go anywhere.

Although going to the hall for a gathering is a good idea, there are so many beautiful women there that Qian Renxue would have to deal with them. It would be better for her to stand guard.

However, as dusk fell, many uninvited guests arrived at the Crown Prince's residence, including Ning Rongrong.

The girl seemed to come to the council hall very naturally, and was about to push the door open to go in, but she ran to Qian Renxue halfway through.

"Brother Shui?!"

The little angel was stunned on the spot. She was dressed like this, wearing a mask with only holes for her eyes and nose, yet Ning Rongrong could still recognize her.

However, Ning Rongrong's surprise didn't last long, as Ning Huahua followed her over, saying, "Stop looking, come in. Hand in your year-end summary."

"Okay..." Ning Rongrong glanced reluctantly at Ning Huahua who had entered the council hall, and said to her 'Brother Shui' in a low but excited voice, "Brother Shui! Wait for me!"

Qian Renxue was extremely shocked to see Ning Huahua appear. So, during the long day, while Qian Shui was galloping freely, he had also sent a clone away?!

While secretly lamenting how hard her man had worked, she also wondered when she should install a three-door door.

Inside the council chamber, however, was a completely different scene. Xue Qinghe was busy with his work, while Ning Huahua casually found a seat and sat down, looking at the annual training report submitted by Ning Rongrong.

"You have a good grasp of the Eight Gates."

Hearing Ning Huahua's indifferent voice, Ning Rongrong felt a pang of heartache.

This woman didn't say anything on the surface, but she turned into a workaholic, hardly having any time to rest during the day.

What's even more noteworthy is her attitude towards Qian Shui.

Even Ning Rongrong recognized Qian Shui just now, so it's impossible for Ning Huahua not to recognize her. In this situation, not even saying hello is not an option, but rather a psychological issue.

"Organize your documents. Although the Crown Prince's residence does not close during festivals, there is no guarantee that the documents will not be borrowed by busybodies."

Remember to attend the banquet; Qinghe and I need to go to the palace first.

First, she handed the report back to Ning Rongrong, gave her some reminders, and then stood up and left through the side door.

"Brother Xue..."

Ning Rongrong, who was at school, would never see such a scene on a normal day, but Ning Huahua even ignored Xue Qinghe.

Xue Qinghe ignored Ning Rongrong, gave her a forced smile, and stood up while holding onto the table. Although his expression didn't reveal anything, his gait was unusually weak, and he walked unsteadily.

Seeing her older brother and sister like this, Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened, and she stomped her little feet indignantly, "Damn it! It's all that woman Qian Renxue's fault!"

Qian Renxue, standing outside the door, felt awkward and could only roll her eyes at Qian Shui from inside the Crown Prince's bedroom.

……

The banquet hall of the Crown Prince's residence presented a different scene. It was filled with people from Xue Qinghe's camp, or rather, people from Qianshui's camp or ferocious beasts.

"Sasha, where did Xiaofeng go?"

They hadn't seen Feng Jingyi on their way from the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, and they still hadn't seen her when they arrived at the Crown Prince's residence. Yin Jin asked Chen Sha in confusion.

Covering her mouth and chuckling, Chen Sha teased, "She probably won't come up after getting up~ Never mind her!"

Just as her friends were completely baffled, Tianmeng suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said, "She left here early this morning, didn't you know?"

"How could that be? Don't talk nonsense."

"If you mean that kind of thing, then I regret to inform you that Miss Angel has returned, and the council chamber will probably be completely devoid of spiritual energy for the entire day."

Chen Sha didn't know that Tianmeng was a million-year-old soul beast, but she had an understanding of his spiritual power, so his words were highly credible.

"It's over, Xiao Feng is completely out of luck now... Hesitation leads to defeat!"

Even Chen Sha lost hope. She even guessed that the carefully prepared dish had been used to benefit Qian Renxue.

"You humans are really strange. Why don't you just be more honest?"

Everyone agreed with Tianmeng's words, but Yinjin, who was being held by the hand by Ye Lingling, was unhappy.

Ultimately, it comes down to soul beasts and humans belonging to different camps. Coupled with his own experiences, he was even more unhappy. "Does being honest really help?"

"Hehehe! Brother Tianmeng, I wouldn't deign to do that! As long as I make a move, I'll definitely capture it with ease!"

"Then go ahead!"

"Go and go!"

Chapter 270 The Will of God [6000 words]

"Shura! What do you mean?!"

Outside a Shura Temple in the Douluo God Realm, a powerful man, dressed in a white robe with gold trim and wearing a three-pronged ring on his head with a light blue crown in the center, roared as he charged in.

Standing in the center was an even more imposing figure, whose entire body was enveloped in dark red magical runes.

He turned around and took a step, a single step that caused the enormous Asura Temple to tremble.

A dark red light surrounded his body, but his appearance could not be seen clearly. Only a faint outline could be made of the armor he was wearing, which was covered with dark red demonic patterns. This was the master of the Asura Temple.

He is the god of slaughter in the divine realm, the Asura god in charge of killing, judgment, and law!

The blue figure, though unafraid of the power representing slaughter, stopped in its tracks, for it saw a female deity dressed in a magnificent golden armor and battle dress standing beside the Asura God.

"Thousand..." The blue deity's expression hardened. "Angel God, why are you here?"

He was none other than the ancestral god of the Thousand Families, the God of Angels, yet His expression was indifferent, and His golden pupils were utterly calm. "Poseidon, do I need to inform you of my whereabouts?"

"I'm not here to argue with you!" The blue-clad sea god Poseidon didn't dwell on anything, only giving the angel god a deep look before turning to the Asura god. "Asura, aren't you going to do anything about what the Rakshasa is doing? I think His reach is getting too far!"

"Why worry? Shouldn't you have enough faith in your successor?" The Asura God, whose entire body was encased in dark red demonic armor, spoke with a voice as resounding as the clash of metal, and with each word he uttered, the air seemed to grow colder.

"Is this a matter of faith? Has Rakshasa overstepped his bounds?!" The Sea God persisted.

Before the Asura God could speak, the indifferent Angel God frowned. "Poseidon, your reach isn't short either, is it? My Angel God Kao, don't you also want to get involved?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." The sea god ignored the angel god and continued speaking to the Asura god, "Asura, I don't think you could be unaware of what Rakshasa is doing!"

"You're just worried that your successor won't be able to resist using the Asura Demon Sword." The Asura God showed no mercy to the Sea God.

"Shura! Don't think I don't know why you saved your previous successor. You want him to inherit your Asura God deity, am I right?"

Let me tell you, don't even dream about it! After all these years, finding a successor like him hasn't been easy. He's already completed seven tests, and he's practically on his way to the eighth and ninth. And you suddenly appear wanting to steal the fruits of his labor? Don't even think about it!

"Seven trials? How many times has he used the power of the sea god? How many times has he used the trident of the sea god? And why has he delayed the eighth trial? Is it because he can't kill that whale?"

Your guardian in the lower realms should have already told you, and you should have understood by now that he doesn't want to accept the position of the Sea God!

Under the angry glare of the Sea God, the Asura God continued, "He is the one who has received the power of Asura most smoothly in history. In terms of who came first, he was also the first to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain. You should understand what this means."

Rather, he is the strongest inheritor in history. As for Rakshasa, he is merely one of the tests; he can accomplish what you desire on his own.

Now that things have come to this, there's no need to bring up your thoughts again, is there?

After the Asura myth was finished, the angel god laughed, even mockingly saying, "Poseidon, are you getting impatient? The power of the gods cannot interfere with the human world, but your so-called successor is not in a hurry. The trident inlaid with the heart of the sea god possesses your divine will. Do you really not know what is hanging on your trident?"

"God of Angels! Madam Qian! You know in your heart what you have done for your descendants. It's fine if we disagree on our beliefs, I don't want to argue with you."

I admit I have selfish motives, but when the Rakshasa descends upon the world, countless lives will be lost. At that time, would you still want your descendants to suffer the same fate as you, using the suffering of all beings to achieve your own ends?

"Is it right to endlessly participate in the struggles of all living beings, just like you?"

……

"She is as graceful as a light cloud veiling the moon, as ethereal as swirling snow in a flowing wind! Not bad, Xiao Shui!" Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, dressed in a light blue palace gown, Qian Renxue's forehead flashed with golden light, and her long golden hair turned black.

Blinking her eyes, looking around carefully, Qian Renxue's appearance was nothing like Ning Huahua's; rather, she seemed more like the quirky and clever Ning Rongrong.

She thought to herself that the "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" had been remembered, but who would praise themselves like that? However, Qian Shui was tactful, replying, "Well, it's because you're beautiful~"

She smiled on the surface, but in her heart... In short, it takes girls a lot of time and effort to dress up, and Qian Shui has been waiting for a long time.

If Qian Renxue hadn't returned, he would have wanted to go out for a meal and move around as Xue Qinghe, while Ning Huahua would have just assumed she was depressed and didn't want to move.

After all, dressing up in formal attire would be quite troublesome. Not to mention the appearance, which 'Thousand Illusions' can solve, but the smell and the clattering of high heels are difficult to manage.

It can be simulated, but it's nowhere near as simple and direct as actually doing it.

But the most obvious question is whether Qian Shui herself should wear women's clothing? Let's just give up on that altogether.

Of course, the clothes were prepared, made to fit Qian Renxue's figure, but unexpectedly, she actually came back. But it's alright, high heels are still best suited for girls.

"Huh? You actually complimented me on my looks?" Qian Renxue leaned forward with her hands behind her back, looking up at the man with curiosity.

Qian Shui is a typical straight man. If he knew how to compliment girls, it wouldn't just be Feng Jingyi who would be devoted to him. Every student in the Martial Soul Academy would have a harem, like his junior sister Hu Liena.

"Hey, let's go, we've been dragging this out long enough!"