Chapter 31: My Snow Girl! She Surpasses All of History! She Transcends the Gods!

The divine markings on her chest and wings, upon the completion of the evolution, reconstituted into light clusters and returned to the Eight-Winged Angel soul imprint.

With the infusion of a new martial soul life attribute, the evolution of the Eight-Winged Angel, Qian Renxue feels as if she has formed a wondrous connection with the whole world, the source of life! Now she can perceive the life force within every living being!

She can clearly feel the pulse of vitality in all things around her, and her own body is filled with unprecedented vigor.

The radiance of the Eight-Winged Angel grows ever brighter, and Qian Renxue seems bathed in holy brilliance, exuding a life aura so comforting that one cannot help but want to draw near.

Qian Renxue wears a form‑fitting golden battle armor that outlines her graceful silhouette. A rhombus‑shaped opening on her chest bulges outward, perfectly revealing the Eight-Winged Angel soul imprint; beneath the armor is a sheer short skirt as white as snow, its hem edged with golden, cut‑out Six-Winged Angel patterns that faintly expose her fair skin.

Her legs are tightly encased in pristine white stockings, the silk delicate and smooth, the cuffs adorned with the same golden pattern, shimmering faintly under the light of the Eight-Winged Angel martial soul, as if one could feel its silky touch. At the stockings' ends are a pair of exquisite high‑heeled battle boots, the heels slender and lofty, further elongating and beautifying her leg lines.

Using the Eight-Winged Angel to float aloft, Qian Renxue's white‑silk‑clad legs cross, irresistibly drawing the gaze and stirring a hint of sensual reverie in the heart.

Qian Renxue gathers her breath, the life‑attribute power in her body drawn back by the fourth pair of wings, and her eyes, tinged blue, revert to gold‑purple.

She descends slowly, the four pairs of wings behind her gently fluttering.

Qian Daoliu, who had been hovering in the sky fearing to disturb Qian Renxue's metamorphosis, can no longer hold back; with a flash of movement he appears directly before her.

"What the hell is the Clear Sky Sect, what about Tang Chen and Tang Hao, those promises have long been tossed from his mind. Promises? What are those? I don't get it—everyone, get out of the way!"

"Alright, alright, grandpa's Snow Girl! My Snow Girl!" Qian Daoliu trembled as he gently tapped the fourth pair of wings behind Qian Renxue, as if fearing to injure the newly‑born wings.

The wings behind Qian Renxue fluttered slightly at the sudden touch.

Eight-Winged Angel! Eight-Winged Angel! Even the Angel God worshipped by the Qian family for generations is only a Six-Winged Angel! Qian Daoliu feels he must be going mad, his eyes must be playing tricks to see such a fantastical sight.

"This—this isn't a dream! It's not a dream!"

"My Snow Girl! My Snow Girl! She surpasses all people of past and present, surpasses the gods themselves! Haha!"

"She is my granddaughter! Haha! My Snow Girl! I am Qian Daoliu's descendant!" Qian Daoliu also joins the frenzy.

Jin E Douluo hurried forward, impatiently crowding Qian Renxue, "Snow Girl, let second grandpa have a feel, second grandpa has never seen an Eight-Winged Angel!"

Qian Renxue was indifferent, it was just a little itch, and she nodded.

Qian Daoliu quickly intervened, glowering at Jin E, "What are you touching? If you damage Snow Girl's wings, what then? These are newborn wings! No touching!"

Jin E retorted on the spot, "Big brother, you were so happy touching yourself; what's wrong with me touching? I'm Snow Girl's second grandpa!"

"All our martial souls are angels; my touch does no harm, but you, a golden crocodile, strike without care. What are you making a fuss about? Get out of the way!" Qian Daoliu wielded his elder brother's authority.

The ranking in the Spirit Hall's Offering Hall is based on seniority, not age. It depends solely on strength; although Qian Daoliu is younger than Jin E, his power surpasses Jin E's, so he is the elder. Qian Xunji also rushed forward, still not humbled after his earlier arrogance toward Tang Hao. "Quick, quick, second uncle, make way, let me touch; I am a Six-Winged Angel! My martial soul is a Six-Winged Angel!"

Jin E, already fuming, saw Qian Xunji and instantly erupted in anger.

He immediately turned and glared, "What are you touching, mighty Pontiff! You, a Douluo without a ninth spirit ring, still lost, and it was a wheel battle! You still have time to touch wings; go back and hurry to train! You disgrace Snow Girl! Get out of the way!"

Jin E, whiskers bristling, glared, "I haven't even touched it, yet you get to show off!" Qian Xunji was berated from head to toe, dared not retort, and stood aside honestly; indeed he had lost. Qian Xunji couldn't help clenching his fists, his cold gaze sweeping toward Tang Hao, who was still pinned by the two titled Douluos, Ju and Gui. The infant lay wrapped in silk on the cold rocks nearby, its life aura feeble.

Tang Hao, I will never forget this humiliation!

The other attendants, though curious, did not want to tempt the elder's bad luck, so they honestly stood beside Qian Xunji, craning their necks to watch the wings.

Qian Renxue watched Qian Daoliu guard her like a calf, allowing no one to touch, and smiled obediently.

"Alright, grandpa, I'm not that fragile, and the matter hasn't ended yet."

"Yes, yes, Snow Girl is right, you wayward child! What are you still standing there for? Quickly deal with Tang Hao! It's already too late—what if my granddaughter gets exhausted?"

Qian Xunji was about to act when Qian Renxue stopped him.

"Enough, grandpa, leave this to me! No need to trouble father." Qian Xunji looked as if nothing was wrong, but he was merely forcing it.

After being struck by Tang Hao's chaotic cloak‑hammer technique, which also incorporated the Shock formula, he was already gravely wounded; Qian Renxue sensed his life flame was far weaker than Ju Douluo's, and now he merely didn't want to lose face before his subordinates and father, though he already had none.

Her martial soul now possesses a new life attribute, which could later heal Qian Xunji, but in front of the crowd, since Qian Xunji wishes to conceal his injury, she will spare his pride.

However, Gui Douluo was rather interesting; Qian Renxue could not sense any life energy from his body—he had long been dead! Even if he still moves, he can no longer be called human.

Qian Renxue stepped in her high‑heeled battle boots, the white‑silk‑clad legs alternating as she walked toward Tang Hao; the clack‑clack of her heels sounded like a captivating melody, drawing the gazes of the Spirit Hall's many spirit masters, igniting an uncontainable desire within them.

Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo quickly bowed their heads slightly and said, "Young Master."

After today, no spirit master present will be unaware of who truly commands the Spirit Hall in the future.

Qian Renxue let out a soft hum, watching Tang Hao, pressed to his knees by Ju and Gui.

"Tang Hao, do you have anything else to say?" Qian Renxue asked with a faint smile.

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, ignoring the child on the ground, his eyes rimmed with blood, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Is it true that after becoming a god one can resurrect life at will, as you said earlier?"

Xiao Wu G brother's request for silk stockings and high‑heeled shoes—apparently I kept forgetting something; I'll be describing this part often from now on, thanks to Xiao Wu G brother for the reminder! Stockings and beautiful legs are also Douluo hallmarks, not to be missed. Damn it, I kept writing Qian Renxue as the male lead all along (￣▽￣) Eight‑Winged Angel appears! (End of chapter)