Chapter 132: with translation of chapter title

Qian Renxue told Zi Yi about the Thunder God's situation, thinking she would be upset, but unexpectedly Zi Yi merely gave an "oh" and acted as if nothing had happened.

"You're not upset?"

Zi Yi curiously stroked Qian Renxue's smooth, lustrous golden hair; she seemed very interested in golden hair.

The woman looked at the burning candle before her and asked strangely: "Upset? Why should I be upset? He was already a dead person."

The candle emitted crackling sounds, constantly dancing, its light shining on both their faces; Qian Renxue's usual cold and aloof complexion was softened by the glow, and her golden hair turned a gentle yellow.

Zi Yi suddenly lowered her gaze to look at Qian Renxue: "He said, let you take good care of me—does that mean you won't leave me from now on?"

Qian Renxue reluctantly shifted her gaze from her chest to Zi Yi's face; though she had no expression, she always gave off an inexplicable sense of sorrow, and in those light‑purple eyes, besides the candlelight, was only Qian Renxue's reflection.

It seemed to carry a slight widow's aura; thinking about it, this identity actually feels rather stimulating.

As the unprecedented first Thunderous Yama Hell Vine to break the hundred‑thousand‑year limit, Zi Yi possesses terrifying destructive power, yet to prevent her from self‑destructing during the heavenly tribulation, the Thunder God confined her in this lightless divine hall per an agreement; she has immense strength but can enjoy nothing—truly a pitiful soul beast.

"You understand, I'm merely a human; I don't have the soul beast's long lifespan." Qian Renxue said.

"Are you going to break the agreement?"

Zi Yi furrowed her beautiful brows, her eyes complex, then pushed Qian Renxue's head off her lap.

"Gulong—"

Qian Renxue, not paying attention, bumped the back of her head on the ground; though it didn't hurt her at all, going from a soft, comfortable thigh to a cold, hard floor still made her dissatisfied.

Feeling Qian Renxue's resentful gaze, Zi Yi quickly averted her eyes and then spoke softly:

"The Thunder God passed his divine technique to you; you probably haven't mastered it yet. My true form is the Thunderous Yama Hell Vine, and I have deep insight into these lightning techniques—if you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Qian Renxue snorted; teaching the divine technique was merely an excuse not to lose someone to talk to, a pretext to keep her around.

"Didn't you also make the soul masters who came here for trials keep you company? That old coot Yuanyuan Zhen, when he first broke through to Title Douluo, seemed to have come here too—you wouldn't force him to tell you jokes, would you?"

As she spoke, Qian Renxue herself found the idea amusing.

Zi Yi fell silent for a moment, then said: "I've never seen them; the purpose of the trial is to select a new Thunder God."

"The Thunder God's divine power is already scarce; to conserve it, those who haven't reached Soul Emperor rank by twenty are ineligible for the trial—this is a test for the youth, but the condition is too harsh; in the past, even those who made it to the core area weren't qualified to enter the divine hall's doors."

"I also cannot leave the divine hall, and soul beasts are even less qualified to become gods; over all these years seeking an heir, you are the first living being I have ever seen."

Sincerity is forever the ultimate killer technique.

「。」

Qian Renxue's smile froze; a sudden regret welled up in her heart. Why did I mock her? I'm truly not human—no, I was never human to begin with; am I just a badass? Why should I feel guilty?

However, Qian Renxue still straightened up and said solemnly: "Sorry, I didn't know, but once I become a god I'll have endless time to keep you company; then you can come to my side and serve as my divine official—I'll specially allow you to reside in my divine hall."

From now on there'll be a Thunderous Yama Hell Vine guarding the gate—how cool! Qian Renxue took out some dried rations and three cups from her storage ring, two small and one large, then casually snapped her fingers; a blazing bright flame suddenly appeared between them.

She took the gourd from her waist, poured the azure liquor into the large cup, then used soul power to suspend it over the flame to roast.

After a while, Zi Yi asked.

"So you're leaving then?"

"Originally I thought so, after all I've already milked all the sheep I could."

Qian Renxue gazed at the fire before her, then reached out to pour the heated liquor from over the flame into a cup, continuing: "But now I've changed my mind; after I learn the divine technique the Thunder God gave me, I can leave whenever I want—after all, asking you for guidance is far better than me blindly fumbling alone."

For Qian Renxue, time is meaningless; the true protagonist of this world hasn't even awakened his martial soul yet—Tang San is only three now. In the original story, Qian Renxue wasted her talents in every way and still became the first to attain godhood, let alone her being a seventy‑rank Soul Emperor at twelve.

"The divine technique is very powerful; it's worth spending a year to study it."

「。」

Zi Yi held up the hot liquor Qian Renxue had given her, stared wide‑eyed and dazed at Qian Renxue, her light‑purple eyes filled with a complex expression.

White steam rose before her face, softening her calm expression further; the crackling of the fire sounded nearby, the scene before her was a warm orange‑yellow, and as she spoke, her voice echoed in the hall.

For some reason, Zi Yi suddenly felt a warm current in her heart; the palace that usually made her feel lonely and bored now seemed to have a special freshness everywhere.

The ordinary‑temperature flame before her inexplicably gave her a scorching sensation she'd never felt before, burning her face hot, and suddenly she felt like tearing up.

The surrounding air suddenly fell silent again; only the sound of Qian Renxue's fire burning could be heard, clearly reverberating through the hall.

Zi Yi drew a deep breath, her light‑purple eyes slowly closing; the steam from the hot liquor drifted onto her long lashes, making it look as if she were crying; in this dim yet slightly cozy firelight, the darkness around her, like the loneliness in her heart, was completely consumed by this tiny yet blazing flame.

This fire was just like the bonfire she'd heard about in the Thunder God's realm; as long as it didn't go out, she could remain happy forever.

Qian Renxue didn't know if she'd said something wrong; it seemed to have made Zi Yi a little unhappy—was I being too cold? But I've always been like that; you expect her to suddenly sweet‑talk and coax others, which Qian Renxue truly can't do.

「. Thank you」

A mosquito‑thin voice suddenly came from Zi Yi's direction; the steam from the hot liquor slid off her lashes, Qian Renxue blinked—she was already surprised that Zi Yi would thank her.

Qian Renxue turned her head aside, feeling a bit embarrassed; she hadn't done anything, why thank her suddenly? It felt odd.

That day, the two didn't know how long they'd sat; every time Qian Renxue tried to extinguish that fire, Zi Yi stopped her, so Qian Renxue had no choice but to miserably continue her imprisonment.

Finally, seeming satisfied, Zi Yi softly asked: "Do you need me to take you to tour the divine hall where I reside?"

Zi Yi's expression remained calm, merely her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Eh, that's fine."

Qian Renxue actually didn't really want to go; she had little interest in it, but thinking that she'd need Zi Yi's help later to study the divine technique, she didn't want their relationship to sour.

One year later, Tian Dou Imperial Palace.

A girl with silver‑white short hair lay on a luxurious large bed, her delicate pink cheeks bearing a faint blush, her skin so fair it seemed about to drip water, standing about 1.4 meters tall, dressed in elaborate ornate white pajamas.

However, the pretty pajamas were soaked with sweat; the lovely silver‑haired girl was drenched in perspiration, occasionally letting out painful whimpers, her fine brows slightly furrowed as if trapped in a nightmare. This girl is the youngest princess of the Tian Dou Empire, Xue Ke, who is six years old today, and today is also the day she undergoes her martial soul awakening.

However, Xue Ke still seems immersed in her dream.

"A Ke, you're about to die…."

Under a night as dark as ink, only the constantly flickering blue light before their eyes is visible; this is the divine realm, and also the Sea God's divine hall; before them lies an endless deep sea, golden light falling like tears into the water, continually jumping.

Deities are falling, their divine blood scattering like raindrops.

A deity with resplendent golden hair wears a gentle expression, showing no trace of joy or anger; He elegantly sits sideways beside a massive reef, wearing no divine attire, as if nothing in this world warrants His defense—He merely drapes a white divine robe edged with golden threads, His pure, alluring legs casually placed to one side, His bare jade feet making one want to step forward and lick His broken bones.

Yet He outshines any other deity; He is the embodiment of divinity and light.

Six pairs of sky‑blocking wings unfurled wildly behind Him, and an azure dragon exuding a terrifying aura coiled around His vast wings, making Him look even more imposing and noble.

Yet His rear was strewn with countless god corpses, and the divine blood of many gods slowly turned the ocean inside the Sea God's Temple into a splendid gold.

Everyone is dead, everyone is dead. The Angel God with blazing golden hair held a silver‑white‑haired girl in His arms; blood kept trickling from her lips, and a shocking hole gaped in her chest.

Her plant‑themed gold‑green divine attire was now in tatters, her face turned deathly pale, and the girl's blood dyed the Angel God's white divine robes a verdant gold that seemed to pulse with life.

Since it's come to this, A Ke might as well….

The Angel God's lips curved in a faint arc, exuding an absolute allure that bewitched all beings; though the girl in His arms was about to die, He showed little grief—only those gorgeous eyes that had once driven the girl mad grew slightly dim, the divine diamond‑shaped pupils filled with pity for heaven and earth.

Become part of me.

The Angel God wore a gentle smile, an extremely beautiful smile.

His slender hand lightly rested on the silver‑haired girl's wound; the girl strained to stretch out her hands and gently grasped His hand.

Miss Qian Renxue, please don't do this—I'm about to die.

The silver‑haired girl broke into a pure, exquisite smile, straining to shift her body upward in an attempt to embrace the Angel God before her, saying, "I hope Miss Qian Renxue will also continue to live well in the future."

If possible, please don't forget me.

Ah, right—Miss Qian Renxue is an extreme power‑fanatic; she wouldn't bother with me unless I had some noteworthy strength, the silver‑haired girl thought somewhat pessimistically.

I really like Miss Qian Renxue—I love that sacred, bright aura about you; even though we're both girls, I just like it, I like it a lot.

Having said that, the silver‑haired girl tried to lift her hand to stroke the Angel God's blazing golden hair, but she was utterly weak, could no longer support herself, and her body slumped down uncontrollably.

The Angel God's bewitching smile flickered for a moment, then broke into a holy smile as radiant as the sun.

A Ke, my most useful good child— that's it.

Die in my hands.

The Angel God tightened His grip slightly, as if about to do something—but the next instant, the weak silver‑haired girl in His arms turned into a verdant‑gold light, scattered by the seaside breeze and drifting beside Him.

. A Ke

The Angel God whispered softly, His hand tightening slightly, as if recalling the silver‑haired girl's warmth.

(○Д○)

Xue Ke's eyes flew open, and she gasped heavily.

What… is this? I'm back again?

A mechanical‑like voice echoed in Xue Ke's mind.

【Yes, host, according to the Regret Eternal System's settings, it's fine if the host dies—the system will protect the host's soul, after all a departed white moonlight is the most alluring and easiest to make one regret; but as payment, the host's previous body, which borrowed resources from the system to cultivate into godhood, can no longer be reclaimed.】

Sigh, this is also unavoidable—Miss Qian Renxue is just too overpowered, isn't she? I clearly boosted my stats with the system, so why can't we all working together take her down?! She's facing so many people alone, yet she's still this dominant—this is absurd! And I've got cheats!

It's all that bastard Ye Feng's fault! If Miss Qian Renxue had come to the Tian Dou Empire like in the original story, I could've captured her myself—and then stopped her!

Damn it! The damned Ye Feng! That dead‑on‑arrival lickspittle—he got taken out in a single glance during the god war, even though he's supposed to be a first‑level god—how could he be insta‑killed?!

This good‑for‑nothing incompetent! I could kill him a thousand times and it still wouldn't be enough!!!

Xue Ke kept pounding the pillow on the bed with her fists to vent her anger, as if it were some troublemaker in a blue robe.

But I never imagined that, even as I'm about to die, Miss Qian Renxue still wants to kill me herself—this shows she loves me! Her love is profound; she only wishes for me to die by her hand, she has me in her heart!!

【Enough already, host, stop going crazy!】

By the way, system, how much regret value does Miss Qian Renxue have toward me?

I did die right in front of her, so there's bound to be some regret, right? She's a nine‑star figure! I've struck it rich—I'm going to make it big!

【Capture Target: Qian Renxue】

【Rarity: ※※※※※※※※※】

【Regret Value: Two points (max is one hundred)】

A blue screen appeared before Xue Ke's eyes, as if mercilessly mocking her.

Ga!

Xue Ke's face fell into disbelief: "How can this be?! We've known each other so long, and after I died she only has this little regret value? Does she feel no remorse at all? Can my final carefree act not even become her white moonlight? I even sacrificed myself at the last moment to block the Sea God's strongest strike for her—!"

【Because your performance was too forced, even an ordinary god king isn't a match for her in one move, let alone a mere first‑level god Sea God; she doesn't need the host's rescue at all, especially since the host clearly possesses a god‑king‑level Life Goddess divine seat, yet was killed by a single hit from the Sea God's self‑destruct artifact, causing Qian Renxue to be quite disappointed in the host's performance.】

【All the gods know that the Angel God King Qian Renxue is an ultimate iron‑blooded power‑fanatic; in other words, your divine seat is high—it once could have earned you an extra glance from her—but your actual combat ability is pitiful, she looks down on you a bit, thinking you're a useless waste, so why would she care about you? Dying at the hands of a first‑level god, she probably feels giving you the Life Goddess seat is a waste, so at the end Qian Renxue even tried to seize your Life Heart.】

4600, I'm exhausted—I can't go on. Xue Ke is here; Xue Ke is a female‑oriented time‑traveler, the kind of protagonist who leaves people with lifelong regrets—everyone who knows female‑oriented stories gets it: her status and resources are top‑notch, her talent is maxed out, but her combat ability isn't great. Xue Ke is two years older than Tang San, and Xue Beng is three years older than Xue Ke.

(End of chapter)