Chapter 134

Qian Renxue sat on the bed in the Thunder God's Temple, calmly watching the person in purple attentively grind ink for her.

Over the past year, she was not merely practicing the divine skill God's Lightning Heavenly Punishment; she was also trying to condense a soul core compatible with herself.

Unfortunately, this aspect of soul cores directly stalled her; Qian Renxue's situation differs from that of ordinary soul masters—just the Eight-Winged Angel martial soul possesses four attributes, not to mention the water, wind, and poison of her subsidiary martial soul Xiao Qing.

Also, the ultimate lightning formed from the transformation of the left wrist bone of the Purple Lightning Holy Light Qilin.

Condensing a soul core is not too difficult for Qian Renxue; after so long of precipitation, she has gained some insight, but possessing a soul core with multiple attributes is not simple—at least Qian Renxue has no clue whatsoever, and each additional attribute in the soul core multiplies the difficulty several times over.

Secondly, in her idle moments she practices the calligraphy she learned from Tang Yuehua, cultivating her state of mind while restraining her killing intent.

The four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting naturally elevate one's state of mind, and Qian Renxue's heart, too, has become increasingly tranquil over this year's precipitation; even her spiritual power has seen considerable improvement.

From that calligraphy, she seemed to have understood something.

Killing intent is actually not better the more it is flaunted; sometimes concealed killing intent is even sharper.

If not singing, then remain silent; once sung, it astonishes; if not flying, then stay grounded; once flown, it soars to the heavens.

With restraint comes eruption; with accumulation comes increase! Her demeanor grew ever gentler like water, like a pure goddess, no longer the former murderous aura, icy and heartless; however, the gentleness on the surface may not be true gentleness, but rather a more heartless indifference.

Qian Renxue's innate cold-bloodedness has never changed.

The expedition to the Thunderclap Grand Canyon has been perfectly completed; she not only elevated lightning to the ultimate lightning, but also obtained a true divine skill! And there is that divine artifact of the Thunder God!

The Thunder God truly feels at ease with her; there are no trials, and that violet-gold hammer can be taken directly from the divine examination mark for her to use, meaning that although she has not yet become a god, she already possesses the right to wield a divine artifact.

Thinking from another angle, this is equivalent to a holy son who ventures out for training with an Ultimate Dao Imperial Armament; if no new Ultimate Dao Imperial Armament appears, who could rival him? Its utility is gone, so the present Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has no reason to exist; let me personally take the final Nine Crowns of the True Dragon.

Old fogey, the dragon maiden you painstakingly nurtured is coming to send you on your way.

Let me shatter with my own hands this family bond we obtained through deceit.

Qian Renxue rose, walked to the desk the person in purple had set up for her, spread the xuan paper she had brought, wielded brush and ink, and wrote four characters on the paper.

"Please die, my lord! In half a month, at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

Today the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect is bustling extraordinarily, merely because they received news that today is the day their dragon maiden returns.

All disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect stand beneath the city walls, looking forward, hoping merely to catch a glimpse of the future sect master's appearance.

A tiny black dot slowly emerged from the horizon—that was the sea vessel Qian Renxue was aboard.

A disciple on guard atop the city wall suddenly shouted, "Open the gate——! Quick——!"

""He's here, he's here—Yu Tianlin has returned!""

""Hahaha, our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect ought to flourish!""

""Calm down, everyone! Stand properly, all of you! Show your spirit!""

As soon as Qian Renxue had just disembarked, she saw rows upon rows of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters standing like soldiers at attention.

""What are you doing?""

No one answered; a person in blue approached her from behind, and immediately several people pushed her toward the highest point of the city wall.

This was Qian Renxue's deep violet eyes reflecting that soaring aura of the dragon legion.

Exactly eighteen hundred Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters were arrayed in grand formation beneath Qian Renxue's feet, with each squad led by a captain of at least Soul Emperor rank.

Just as Qian Renxue stepped onto the platform they had erected on the city wall, the moment all the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters saw her, they all manifested their martial souls, splendid soul rings blooming from their thick dragon arms and tails, blue-purple splendid electric light illuminating the entire night, and that crushing, destructive pressure was enough to make enemies tremble at the mere news.

They roared at Qian Renxue, calling for the dragon maiden whom they considered the most talented in their hearts.

""True Dragon——!!!""

Qian Renxue fell silent for a moment, gazing at the expectant looks of those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters; in those admiring eyes, her performative persona suddenly felt a bit short of breath—she was not the true dragon they expected, merely a vile angel masquerading as a true dragon.

The conflict between the Spirit Hall and the sect can never be eased; it is a struggle of interests. For her grand undertaking, she must personally slay those who worship her, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters—no, wrong, they worship not her but Yu Tianlin; unfortunately, she cannot forever remain merely Yu Tianlin, for she is Qian Renxue.

However, before they die, Qian Renxue does not mind granting them a beautiful dream.

Qian Renxue likewise raised her left hand, activating her soul bone; a silvery-white qilin claw instantly covered her, and violet-gold electricity continually flowed and condensed across both of her qilin arms, looking immensely domineering.

Purple! Purple! Black! Three soul rings successively emerged from Qian Renxue's left arm; the violent ultimate lightning and the oppressive pressure from those three rings exceeding the optimal ratio instantly swept across the entire arena.

""Yu——Tian——Lin——!!!""

At this moment, Yu Tianheng followed behind Yu Zhenzhen, the two standing on a distant pavilion watching this scene.

Yu Zhenzhen wore a proud expression: "Did you see? Tianheng, this is your sister, our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's most proud genius; everyone expects her to grow up, she is a born leader."

Yu Tianheng was so shaken by the clansmen's roars that he could not speak; seeing so many people's frenzy, aside from feeling pride and pride for his sister, all that remained was a sense of suffocation.

That person. Yu Tianheng's eyes stared fixedly at the golden-haired girl brought by the clansmen to the highest point of the city wall. Does that person live every day in such a gaze? Is it in such an expectant, reverent, approving gaze? How exhausted must she be. He opened his mouth, but said nothing, instead falling into silence, Yu Tianheng suddenly forgot what he was supposed to say, perhaps he shouldn't say anything at all, Today, clearly he should have felt happy for his sister, but Yu Zhenzhen turned back seeing Yu Tianheng's reddened eye sockets, and involuntarily sighed, "Tianheng, your sister is different from you; everyone is calling her name; she is the people's choice leader, regardless of whether she likes it or not, this is her duty."

Yu Tianheng gazed at everything before him with blurred vision.

Before him, the dragon maiden shone with brilliant light, a leader worshipped and even adored by all, yet. Yu Tianheng lowered his head, his voice hoarse as he said, "I know, Grandfather; I will not say anything to spoil the mood."

Young Yu Tianheng still had a vague notion of honor, but undeniable is that the image of the golden-haired dragon maiden being pushed onto the throne by the crowd is deeply etched in his heart; no one can compare to that dragon maiden standing on high, more noble and radiant.

Yu Zhenzhen nodded, but still not entirely reassured, then said, "Your emotions are not right; go rest first today, Grandfather will go to the sect hall to await the True Dragon's arrival."

He paused, not knowing why, then suddenly uttered a strange remark, "If something happens between Grandfather and Tianlin, the sect will be handed over to you."

""."

Yu Tianheng fell silent; he did not understand why Grandfather would suddenly say such a thing, clearly his sister is the one everyone acknowledges as leader.

""No matter what happens, Tianheng, do not hate your sister.""

"". is.""

Qian Renxue now wore a blue banner given by someone unknown, gazing at the many Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters lining both sides of the road—over eighteen hundred of them—just to catch a close-up glimpse of their true dragon as the dragon maiden departs. They followed her all the way, thronging around her, leaving a clear path leading to the towering sect hall.

Qian Renxue's gaze swept over them one by one, then she drew a deep breath, being guided all the way by those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters to the sect hall.

She silently walked up the steps and gently pushed open the sect hall doors, from within which streams of dancing blue-purple lightning flowed out.

With a bang, the blue castle's doors shut Qian Renxue inside, also cutting off the line of sight of all the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters.

Yu Zhenzhen likewise wore a blue banner, seated with a great blade and golden steed in the sect leader's seat; his blue-purple pupils reflected Qian Renxue's visage, and the massive undulations of soul power caused her blue banner to flap loudly.

On the desk before him lay a piece of elegant calligraphy—exactly the "Please die, my lord" that Qian Renxue had written half a month earlier.

""My dragon maiden, you have finally returned.""

Yes, I'm back, old geezer.

Qian Renxue coldly gazed at the old dragon before her, whose aura was surging; he clearly should have received the letter I had someone send to him, so why is he still putting on this kind grandfather act?

Those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters—were they arranged by you?

Looking at the coldness in Qian Renxue's eyes, Yu Yuanzhen let out a hard sigh, a flash of pain crossing their eyes.

Those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters? They are your clansmen, Tianlin! You should call them your fellow kin! You are the one standing at the highest point!!!

Yu Yuanzhen looked inexplicably weary, as if seeing a rebellious, good-for-nothing junior; he suddenly paused, then asked softly:

Do you still hate Grandfather? Hate the sect for abandoning you back then?

You have clearly become the leader.

In Yu Yuanzhen's somewhat murky blue-purple pupils, the blue banner draped over Qian Renxue's body was reflected.

Qian Renxue slowly closed her eyes, as if hearing something laughable: 'Leader?'

I am not the leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Boom—!

Yu Yuanzhen suddenly flew into a rage, he fiercely slapped the armrest, his dragon eyes widened, terrifying lightning instantly swept across the entire hall, and he shouted loudly.

You are——!!! This is your destiny! You cannot escape!!!

You have always been the best! Why be as childish as Tianheng!!

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, no longer continuing to scold, but instead calming the anger in their heart, as if teaching their own young child, they asked slowly:

Do you know why Grandfather has always been expecting you? Because Grandfather is very lonely; you are the only one who can reach Grandfather's height, and only you can understand Grandfather.

Only a king can understand a king!

Qian Renxue's expression remained unchanged; she merely asked coldly, 'Loneliness? Are you afraid of being alone?'

Yu Yuanzhen's expression softened a bit, yet his bearing carried a domineering air of ruling the world: 'Afraid? How could Grandfather be afraid? Even saying, Grandfather enjoys this loneliness!'

So, my beloved dragon girl! Loneliness is a fine seasoning; Grandfather wants you to enjoy everything I once enjoyed.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment, then said, 'That's only because you are strong, so loneliness is a seasoning; but if you are weak, loneliness becomes life's sorrow. To you, loneliness is merely a pleasant state, not a weary complaint of struggling to make ends meet—the loneliness of common folk is true despair.'

Yu Yuanzhen neither affirmed nor denied; he did not blame Qian Renxue's rebuttal, but rather looked at her with relief, pleased to see her possess her own thoughts—or rather, a leader should possess their own goals and thoughts.

So, Grandfather asks you, what is the reason you wrote this letter for me? Do you still blame Grandfather for indulging the clan's inaction back then?

Do you still hate me?

This familiar question again—Bibi Dong had once asked her this; unlike before, when she was indifferent, at this very moment Qian Renxue's heart inexplicably stirred with an indescribable emotion.

However, precisely because she now possesses this emotion, Qian Renxue must sever it today; she can no longer delay.

She wanted to return to being her most ruthless self; yet in the year spent in the Thunder Grand Canyon, she found herself missing that old dragon.

She was afraid, 'It has nothing to do with that kind of thing.'

Qian Renxue suddenly opened her purple eyes, canceled the disguise soul skill of her angel skull, calmly gazed into Yu Yuanzhen's pupils, and spoke slowly, word by word.

Because I fundamentally have no Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline.

At the instant Qian Renxue's aura was fully exposed, Yu Yuanzhen's pupils dilated instantly, the vertical pupils of a bloody beast locking onto her face; her appearance remained unchanged, but in his perception, the familiar aura had completely turned into that of a stranger, and the dragon's might on Qian Renxue had vanished completely.

With soul power reaching ninety-five levels, he immediately sensed the divine aura on Qian Renxue's body, and helplessly discovered that the girl he had regarded as his own granddaughter was actually not a dragon.

Yu Tianlin's body had no Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon blood; the soul power fluctuations in the sect's great hall trembled and exploded again in the silence, and this time its power was fiercer than any before, enough to crush a person completely.

Yu Yuanzhen's throat let out a sound like an evil dragon's whimper; his trembling body slowly rose from the sect master's seat, and he widened his mouth.

——Where is my dragon girl!!!!

A frantic roar, like a voice strained to its limit, carried soul power fluctuations visible to the naked eye, like an apocalyptic storm, accompanied by dragon chants sweeping over Qian Renxue; the upper air of the splendid palace could no longer bear this immense soul power fluctuation, and the roof was instantly blown apart.

Under Yu Yuanzhen's incredulous frenzy, the two were exposed beneath the moonlight——

The old dragon, in the guise of a grandfather, questioned where his dragon girl had gone—the dragon girl who had inherited the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline, whom he had spared no effort to have inherit his position, was missing.

Impossible! His Tianlin couldn't possibly not be a dragon!

Fake! This is fake!!

She is an impostor! She must be an evil soul master who has taken on Tianlin's form!!! In just a year apart, he lost his little dragon. Yu Yuanzhen let out a tragic cry, immediately his martial soul possessed him, nine-stage dragon transformation fully erupted, turning into a blue-purple giant dragon the size of a small mountain, and without a thought Yu Yuanzhen unleashed a devastating thunder dragon claw.

(End of chapter)