Qian Renjue smiled and stood up.
The slender, dark figure behind him seemed to squeeze out of the void.
A pale face, silver hair, blood-red eyes, and six wings spread across the sky.
Strands of cold air flowed within the room, yet not a single wisp leaked out.
Beneath his feet, the black first soul ring unfolded.
“……”
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the black soul ring, raised her arm, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
The first soul ring was black?!
Such common words, yet they formed an unbelievable scene.
Immediately following, two purple soul rings slowly unfurled.
Qian Renjue wore a gentle smile, as if bearing thousands of sins on his back.
He looked at Zhu Zhuqing and asked in a clear voice:
“Do you still remember my name?”
Zhu Zhuqing stared at the second black soul ring, shaking her head blankly.
“Heh.”
Qian Renjue smiled slightly.
“Since that’s the case, let me reintroduce myself, remember, your teacher won’t say it again.”
“Mm.”
Zhu Zhuqing nodded seriously.
Still staring at the sixth soul ring that had already appeared beneath Qian Renjue's feet.
Then, a hint of blood color seemed to emerge.
“Cough cough.”
Qian Renjue coughed awkwardly, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Your teacher's name is Qian Renjue.”
“Martial Soul is the Six-Winged Fallen Angel, sixteen years and a few months old, currently a Soul Sage at level seventy-five.”
As the words fell.
Qian Renjue was met with Zhu Zhuqing's silence and astonishment.
The blood-colored light filled the room.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were only filled with that blood color, and all that remained in her ears was Qian Renjue's resounding voice.
A hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
In the span of a month, breaking through from level seventy to level seventy-five.
At the age of sixteen.
All of this gave Zhu Zhuqing an even greater shock than last time.
Was this really not an illusion?
Was she still awake?
“Hm?”
Qian Renjue raised his eyebrows, looking at that wooden little face.
His voice laced with mental power.
“Do you remember?”
“Ah.”
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly came back to her senses, looking at Qian Renjue with curiosity, fear, and awe in her eyes.
She nodded heavily.
“I remember.”
“That’s good.”
Qian Renjue nodded slightly, understanding the various emotions in Zhu Zhuqing’s eyes.
The Six-Winged Fallen Angel behind him turned into cold air and dissipated.
Qian Renjue sat back at the table, smiling, and said, “Why don’t you introduce yourself as well?”
“Yes!”
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly stood up.
Standing straight, like a student being called on in class.
Under Qian Renjue's curious gaze, she moved her feet and came to the side.
Thump—
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly knelt down on one knee, raising her eyes and saying:
“My name is Zhu Zhuqing, Martial Soul is the Netherworld Spirit Cat, six years old… a level seven Soul Scholar.”
As the words fell.
Zhu Zhuqing quickly bowed down towards Qian Renjue again.
Her delicate head heavily hit the ground, as if to wake herself from this absurd dream.
Bang—!
“Ugh.”
With a muffled sound, Zhu Zhuqing groaned in pain, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes.
Her voice even carried a bit of a sob.
“Student… Student Zhu Zhuqing greets Teacher!”
Qian Renjue couldn't help but find it amusing, but ultimately didn't laugh out loud.
“There’s no need to kneel to become a disciple, get up.”
Qian Renjue reached out and pretended to lift her.
Powerful telekinetic power supported Zhu Zhuqing's petite body, lifting her into the air.
His eyes carried a hint of reminiscence.
He never expected that he would have a day to be someone else's teacher.
Hopefully, he wouldn't teach a rebellious disciple.
“Thank you, Teacher.”
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Qian Renjue in surprise.
Her forehead was red and slightly swollen, and she raised her hand to gently cover it.
“Heh, come here.”
Qian Renjue put away those emotions, chuckled, and beckoned Zhu Zhuqing.
“Yes.”
Zhu Zhuqing moved her feet lightly, came to Qian Renjue's side, her eyes filled with apprehension.
“There are no rules for being my disciple.”
“But respecting your teacher and valuing the Dao is the most basic, and it is something you must practice.”
Saying that.
Qian Renjue gently pinched Zhu Zhuqing's thin shoulders.
“Understand?”
“Zhuqing understands!”
Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, a little restrained.
“Very good, your teacher hopes you can do what you say.”
Qian Renjue nodded in satisfaction, gently pinching that tender face.
He softly instructed:
“A Yin, get to work.”
A Yin's gentle and obedient voice rang out from Qian Renjue's chest.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were filled with doubt.
She saw a bulge suddenly appear in Qian Renjue's chest.
In the blink of an eye, a vibrant, blue-golden leaf emerged from the collar.
Sweeping towards Zhu Zhuqing's forehead.
“Eek.”
Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes in fear.
Her forehead felt a little itchy, warm, and the pain gradually disappeared.
In her ear was Qian Renjue's gentle voice.
“Alright, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“……”
Zhu Zhuqing curiously opened her eyes, raised her hand, and touched her forehead.
Although puzzled, she didn't delay thanking him.
“Thank you, Teacher, for the grass.”
“?”
Qian Renjue frowned slightly, but didn't mind too much, his hands shimmering with light.
“Your teacher will give you a meeting gift.”
“Meeting gift?”
Zhu Zhuqing curiously looked at the golden jade stone that appeared in Qian Renjue's hand.
It was round and thick like a mooncake.
“Teacher, what is this? A soul tool?”
“Sort of.”
Qian Renjue smiled.
What he held in his hand was the reward he had obtained from A Yin in the Blue Silver Forest a few years ago.
[Jade Scroll of Teaching]
Which may contain some kind of complete inheritance.
The jade scroll is divided into two parts, the 'Teacher' and 'Disciple' jade scrolls.
Swearing an oath in blood to establish a master-disciple relationship.
At the student's call, the teacher can use the jade scroll to travel through space and come to impart knowledge and teach.
“Zhuqing, bite your index finger…”
Qian Renjue softly instructed.
He bit his own finger, letting the blood drip onto the round golden jade.
“Yes.”
Zhu Zhuqing responded softly.
She pinched her short jade finger and put it to her mouth, slowly gnawing on it.
“……”
Qian Renjue held the jade stone, looking at Zhu Zhuqing biting her finger, speechless.
Zhu Zhuqing’s face was red, her eyes lowered.
Holding her jade finger, she murmured softly, “Teacher, Zhuqing is afraid of pain.”
Qian Renjue supported his forehead.
“Then let your teacher help you.”
As the words fell.
A thin, sharp ice blade extended from Qian Renjue's index finger.
“……”
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the slender blade, her face slightly pale, and hesitantly responded.
“Mm.”
Then she pursed her red lips, closed her eyes, and stretched out her index finger.
Her delicate body trembled slightly.
“Haha… Don’t worry, your teacher won’t hurt you.”
Qian Renjue chuckled.
The ice blade in his hand lightly touched Zhu Zhuqing's fingertip, freezing it slightly.
With a slight movement, a wound appeared, and blood flowed out.
Noticing that it was over.
Zhu Zhuqing reopened her eyes.
Watching the blue-golden grass reappear, watching her blood drip onto the jade stone.
Drip!
The blood of Qian Renjue and his disciple was absorbed by the two sides of the golden jade.
Crack!
Cracks appeared on the jade stone, and the golden light inside was about to burst out.
Turning into two streams of light, they flew into their foreheads.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes lost focus, and she stood there, receiving the information inside.
Qian Renjue's eyes were filled with deep surprise.
The inheritance inside…
Was actually the [Mystic Heaven Treasure Record] from the Tang Sect of another world!
Wishing everyone a happy life!
