Soul Land—Chapter 31: In the Secret Room
"Miss Yun, what do you mean by this?" Ling Qianyao stared at Qian Renxue, frowning, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. "I'm afraid this is not the proper etiquette for the Prince's Mansion when entertaining guests."
"Hmph, you're pretending pretty well." Qian Renxue sneered and clapped her hands gently.
Instantly, Ling Qianyao felt his vision go dark, and then he fell into endless darkness and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found himself in a strange room, lying on a bed, with a faint fragrance surrounding him.
This scent was very different from the previous calming scent; it was more akin to that of a woman.
He tried to move but found that his limbs were bound by invisible forces, rendering him immobile.
"Awake?" Qian Renxue's voice sounded in the room. She slowly walked toward Ling Qianyao with a playful smile on her lips. "Mr. Ling, how do you feel? This is a 'gift' I prepared for you."
"Should I thank you?"
Qian Renxue pressed her bare hands against his chest. "Don't worry; I just want to see if you are the one."
She activated the origin of her martial soul, and the sacred aura from the six-winged angel martial soul instantly filled the entire room.
After sealing Ling Qianyao's soul power, the Star Hiding skill became invalid, and the resonance of the martial souls began to occur uncontrollably between Qian Renxue and Ling Qianyao.
The sacred soul power of the six-winged angel martial soul flowed in from Ling Qianyao's chest—warm and hot—surging from deep within his body and flowing along his meridians.
The Star Breaking Sword emerged automatically, and the stars of Ziwei Palace shone on the sword guard.
His originally blocked soul power, driven by this resonance, quietly broke through the obstacles set by Qian Renxue, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, and regained its freedom.
"Woo——"
A low hum escaped Qian Renxue's lips, and a moment of panic flashed in her eyes as her soul power continued to gather toward Ling Qianyao's body.
The star power within Ling Qianyao's body, under this sudden martial soul resonance, seemed to activate and began to surge wildly.
Their soul power and star power intertwined and merged, producing an unprecedented, wondrous change.
Ling Qianyao could feel that his soul power had been greatly enhanced through this fusion, becoming not only purer but also exponentially increasing.
Qian Renxue quickly widened her eyes; this power began to feedback from Ling Qianyao's body, flowing into her like a trickle along the invisible connection between them.
The Hall of Seal acupoint between her eyebrows almost completed the star power reshaping in an instant, increasing her mental power to a certain degree.
In the room, a projection of stars fell from the sky, like a vast star map spreading out, dazzling.
The phantom of the angel slowly hovered high amid the interweaving of light and shadow, with six wings lightly spread—sacred and solemn.
Ling Qianyao and Qian Renxue were in this dreamlike scene, their figures particularly eye-catching under the reflection of the starlight.
"Perfect fit."
Qian Renxue whispered in her heart. Her bare hand on Ling Qianyao's chest quietly moved, stretching to his back. She gently hugged him and pulled his body closer.
The air in the room seemed to solidify, leaving only their intertwined breathing and heartbeats.
A long time passed.
The two opened their eyes simultaneously, a layer of blush appearing on Qian Renxue's face. She loosened her arms around Ling Qianyao, stood up, and tidied her clothes.
In that brief moment, each of their soul powers had increased by one level.
"Why don't you talk? Don't you like to talk?" Qian Renxue crossed her arms and looked at Ling Qianyao with interest.
"Do you have to find me?" Ling Qianyao replied lightly, standing up to face her.
"Since you have been invited, you should be prepared." Qian Renxue took a step forward, narrowing the distance between their faces. "The existence of the martial soul fusion technique shows that we are destined companions. Ling Qianyao, I need you."
Ling Qianyao slightly tilted his head to avoid Qian Renxue's overly intense gaze, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "That's not necessarily true. My Zhuqing is not the companion of the third prince of the Star Luo Empire."
Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes. "Did you deliberately cut off the martial soul resonance that day for her?"
Her gaze turned a bit dangerous. After officially confirming that Ling Qianyao was that person and having just experienced such a deep and wonderful resonance with him, she became increasingly concerned about his relationship with Zhu Zhuqing.
"No, I just think it's too much trouble, being the descendant of the six-winged angel of the Spirit Hall."
Qian Renxue's face darkened. "Then what?" When their souls intersected, she was prepared for him to discover her true martial soul.
"Should I call you Yun Zhaoyue, or Xue Qinghe? Or something else?"
"The prince of the Heaven Dou Royal family is a descendant of the Qian family of the Spirit Hall. Isn't that outrageous to think about? I can't just get caught up in the disputes and whirlpools behind it, right?"
"If I hadn't cut off the resonance that day, guess what would have happened? If it were truly like today, and that dreamlike scene from just now appeared, could you still keep your identity as the prince?"
"Idiot."
Ling Qianyao didn't hold back and scolded her directly.
"You... you scold me?" Qian Renxue was momentarily stunned, her face turning pale and blue. Since she was born, no one had ever scolded her except her sister.
But that good sister, Bibi Dong, only ever said some sarcastic and cold words—never as straightforward as Ling Qianyao.
She stared at him with wide eyes, as if she wanted to eat him alive. However, Ling Qianyao stood his ground, meeting her fierce gaze with a firm and indifferent look.
"Hmph, who do you think you are?" Qian Renxue snorted coldly, trying to regain some ground. "Don't forget your current situation, Ling Qianyao."
Ling Qianyao chuckled and sat down on the bed. "The performance of the martial soul fusion technique requires mutual understanding. Even without an emotional foundation, it must be practiced day after day.
If you want me to cooperate with you, you shouldn't have this attitude. After all, as long as I don't want to, the martial soul fusion technique can't be performed.
You should have realized that we possess two martial soul fusion skills, which is extremely rare in history.
Moreover, during the fusion process, there was no dominant situation; you and I jointly controlled this power. What does that show? It shows that we are equals—no one is higher or lower, and no one controls anyone."
"Miss Yun, if you truly need me, you should treat me with sincerity instead of using threats and constraints to force me into submission."
Qian Renxue listened to Ling Qianyao's words, and the anger in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by deep contemplation.
Ling Qianyao patted the space beside him. "Sit down and talk, sister with an unknown name."
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