Chapter 274: Pursuing What You Like

"Knowing full well that Qin Jian is my personal disciple, yet you still surround and attack him like this, you Spirit Hall..."

Jian Douluo's expression was like ice, and the cold air rushed toward them as if it had physical substance: "You've gone too far!"

He pointed his sword toward the sky with one hand, having no intention of wasting words.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

Endless light swords densely blanketed the horizon, and the next moment, like a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix, they shot at high speed toward Chrysanthemum Guan and Gui Douluo.

Watching this magnificent and spectacular scene, Qin Jian had only one sentence in his heart: "Let us watch the meteor shower together..."

Chrysanthemum Guan and Gui Douluo did not hesitate, knowing that Jian Douluo Chen Xin was not easy to deal with.

Moreover, he was currently in a towering rage, making his killing intent even sharper, so they directly activated their Spirit Avatar to block this strike.

"Old Ghost, Fusion!"

The two locked eyes, sharing a mutual understanding, and immediately moved toward each other.

"Not good!"

The experienced Jian Douluo immediately unleashed his Third Soul Skill, Sword Wings Like Flight, and stepped on his Seven Kill Sword to shoot forward at high speed.

A Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda also lit up behind the group; Ning Tianwang was preparing to add speed to Jian Douluo, but saw Qin Jian's six-colored giant sword strike down first.

It looked... as if it had struck empty air.

But Chrysanthemum Guan's expression changed: "Old Ghost! Watch out!"

"Swish!"

The next moment, the light sword vanished, suddenly appearing in front of Gui Douluo, and slammed into him with a boom.

"Bang!"

Although he only suffered minor injuries because he had already been on guard, Gui Douluo was still embedded into the mountain wall just like Chrysanthemum Guan...

With this delay, the two could no longer unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Two-Pole Static Domain, under Jian Douluo's watchful eyes.

Poison Douluo, Jian Douluo, and Ning Tianwang all cast strange looks at Qin Jian; they had never seen such a miraculous scene where a Soul King leading five Soul Ancestors could rival a Title Douluo.

"We admit defeat today, but we will remember this debt. Old Ghost, let's go!"

Seeing that the opposite side effectively possessed three Title Douluos and one super support, they knew the outcome of staying was uncertain, so the two retreated decisively.

"Boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, the men in black retreated like a tide; while withdrawing, they did not forget to take their companions' corpses, not even leaving behind a single weapon.

"Pfft!"

As soon as the bandits disguised by the Spirit Hall had all retreated, Qin Jian could no longer hold on, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

"Brother Jian!" "Brother!" "Qin Jian!"

The five girls scrambled to support him.

"As expected of a Title Douluo, the recoil force from the clash is not something I can withstand."

Qin Jian casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and comforted the pair of concerned eyes around him: "It's nothing, just spitting blood; you get used to it after a while."

Yue Guan, Chrysanthemum Guan—forget it, I won't hold a grudge against him this time.

After all, he suffered such a miserable experience back then, which could be considered Qin Jian's fault, cough...

"You..."

Huo Wu saw the others supporting him, so she withdrew her hand.

But seeing the blood at the corner of his mouth, she subconsciously wanted to wipe it, but the moment her hand touched Qin Jian, he sprayed another mouthful of blood.

"Ah!"

She scrambled to help him wipe it, but it sprayed even more violently...

Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Shui Bing'er shouted in unison: "Don't touch him!"

Huo Wu: "..."

"It's fine, it's fine, don't scare her..."

Qin Jian shook his head, looked at Huo Wu, and smiled while wiping the blood: "I'm fine, it's just that I can't have contact with you right now, maybe wait until later... unless..."

Huo Wu was somewhat confused, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

Shui Bing'er suddenly smiled: "Huo Wu can be your sister just like me."

Zhu Zhuqing touched her hair and said indifferently: "You can also be a pet like me."

"Anyway, just don't be a younger sister; I am Brother's only younger sister," Xiao Wu said, shaking her ears.

"Are you all this shameless?"

Ning Rongrong felt that the fact she had endured for so long without being able to be too close to Qin Jian was a huge loss...

Huo Wu was still a bit dazed.

And she miraculously discovered that the others didn't have much hostility toward her; except for Shui Bing'er, neither Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, nor Xiao Wu gave her the cold shoulder she had imagined.

Could it be because of this Martial Soul Fusion Skill, or because she had also become an ex-girlfriend? Perhaps there was even some sympathy?

Realizing this, she felt quite torn between laughter and tears.

"Or, Huo Wu, why don't you be my sister like Bing'er?" Qin Jian smiled.

"Hmph, we'll see." Huo Wu rolled her eyes.

"How is Little Brother Qin? Are you hurt?"

At this moment, Xue Qinghe appeared beside Ning Fengzhi and walked toward Qin Jian together, looking full of concern.

Qin Jian's originally gentle expression skillfully turned plain: "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness the Crown Prince, I am already fine."

Only after saying this did he suddenly remember that this person was supposedly his target for conquest...

So what should he do? Go for it despite knowing he's a man?

Although he knew Xue Qinghe was actually Qian Renxue, the others didn't know; if they suddenly saw him pursuing a man, this...

Just let it all collapse, right?!

Ning Rongrong, Shui Bing'er, Zhu Zhuqing, and Huo Wu, who have broken up with him, would probably just explode, and Xiao Wu might not even believe in their ten thousand years of time together, looking at him in a whole new light...

Qin Jian was at a loss.

"Why is Little Brother Qin still so cold to me?"

Xue Qinghe stepped up, grabbed Qin Jian's arm without a word, looked him up and down, and then said with a smile: "We can at least be considered acquaintances, why be so reserved?"

Swish, swish, swish...

The eyes of the countless onlookers around them lit up; Oscar excitedly distributed his melon-eating sausages, and a long-lost joy arrived.

Qin Jian stepped back slightly: "Qin Jian cannot bear such favor from the Crown Prince."

Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow: "Is it because my proposal has made things difficult for Little Brother Qin?"

"What proposal?" Ning Rongrong suddenly interjected.

"Of course it is..."

Xue Qinghe's strange smile made Qin Jian feel a slight sense of foreboding: "Of course it is the proposal for Little Brother Qin to be my Empress in the future!"

"What?!"

Regardless of whether they were men or women, onlookers or not, their eyeballs popped out instantly, falling to the ground with a clatter.

A large '#' symbol appeared on Qin Jian's forehead: "Are you addicted to pestering me?"

"How can you call this pestering?"

Xue Qinghe tilted her head, looking surprisingly cute: "I am pursuing the person I like!"

Even Jian Douluo, who had maintained a wooden expression the whole time, was about to lose his composure...

How could this Xue Qinghe be so... aggressive?

"Brother Jian would never be your Empress!"

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips: "With us here, he will never choose you!"

She should have been slightly more respectful to the Crown Prince, but since this Crown Prince was thinking about stealing Qin Jian away all day, she simply couldn't bring herself to show any respect.

"You... all?"

Xue Qinghe looked at the scene before her, which felt familiar, and then realized there were a few more people.

Ning Rongrong had quite a few chips...

One could already see the shadows of future peerless beauties in every one of these girls.

Gentle, dainty, fiery, mature, sharp-tongued... the splendor of the human world had actually gathered around Qin Jian.

(End of this chapter)