Chapter 33: with translation of chapter title

How could it be? You! You're twisting words! Qian Renxue! What exactly do you want to do!" Tang Hao clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his trembling voice.

The Sound Douluo felt his worldview utterly shattered, wondering if the sect was really wrong, if the Spirit Hall was actually right. He unconsciously began to doubt himself.

"What do I want to do? I just want to tell you a fact, Tang Hao: all tragedies in this world are merely due to the inadequacy of the parties involved."

"The one who killed A Yin wasn't me, it was you!"

Tang Hao froze as if struck by lightning, his face instantly turning ashen. A wave of indescribable grief and anger surged in his heart like a tide, shaking him to the brink of collapse.

His eyes were hollow and lifeless, his lips trembling slightly, Qian Renxue's words echoing endlessly in his mind.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, then a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out uncontrollably, droplets scattering before him, as if his shattered heart were weeping blood.

Qian Renxue felt a hint of disdain, secretly relieved that she had stepped back a few paces just then—truly disgusting, don't let the blood splash on me; my stockings today are white.

"I... I... it's my fault... it's my fault!" Tang Hao began to blame himself.

Qian Renxue stood elegantly to the side, a faint smile playing on her lips, looking down at Tang Hao's furious, flustered state, her interest growing ever stronger.

Qian Renxue's golden hair fluttered lightly in the breeze, adding a unique charm to this special 'scene'.

Her expression was half-smile, half-not, as if she had found some amusement in Tang Hao's broken defenses; that aloof yet slightly curious look sent a chill down one's spine.

"Rest assured, Tang Hao, what I said earlier is true."

Tang Hao's lifeless eyes lifted slightly, as if he hadn't yet come to his senses.

Qian Renxue smiled narrowly, saying, "Becoming a god is real, resurrection is real; everything I told A Yin before was true."

"Becoming a god is real! Resurrection is real!" Tang Hao muttered to himself, his previously ashen eyes suddenly brightening, as if he had grasped the last straw of salvation.

His and A Yin's children were about to freeze to death, yet he remained withdrawn here; Qian Renxue could hardly bear it—was the plot to kill Tang San actually Tang Hao's doing?

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, "Qian Renxue, I will help you become a god, as long as you don't forget to resurrect A Yin afterward." He forcibly suppressed his hatred; as long as he could bring A Yin back, he was willing to aid his enemy.

Even if this were a lie, he would gamble on it; he had no retreat left.

"I am the young master of the Spirit Hall, surrounded by many Titled Douluo; I don't need protection from a mere Soul Douluo like you, and I certainly don't trust you staying by my side." Qian Renxue sneered.

"Even if it were for A Yin, I couldn't keep you by my side." Qian Renxue deliberately summoned her hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor external wrist bone, lightly caressing her exquisite external wrist bone with an expression of concern for A Yin.

Qian Renxue felt she was truly a wicked woman—killing people and still wanting their hearts—but the feeling of being wicked was so good, she loved it, she loved being a bad bitch.

Tang Hao's arm muscles bulged, veins protruding, his fists creaking, "You're not worthy to utter her name!"

Qian Renxue's face was calm as water, her eyes devoid of any fear, "Look at yourself—is this really the bearing of a guardian aiding me in becoming a god?"

Tang Hao loosened his fists; a powerful soul power wave burst through his body, but it did not touch Qian Renxue, merely shaking apart the Chrysanthemum Douluo and the Ghost Douluo.

"Impudent!"

"Bold!"

The Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were greatly startled; if anything happened to Qian Renxue, Qian Daoliu would surely have them killed. Qian Renxue called out to them, "It's fine; even if he strikes, he cannot kill me."

Someone like Qian Renxue would never gamble with her own life; setting aside her two hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor external soul bones, just by virtue of one of the two soul skills granted by the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor, she already had no fear of death.

The hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor bestowed two soul skills upon the Eight-Winged Angel martial soul: Eight-Wing Blue Silver Transformation! and Eight-Wing Rebirth!

Originally they were called Six-Wing Blue Silver Transformation and Six-Wing Rebirth, but I never expected that the martial soul's evolution would also cause the soul skills to evolve.

In the original work, A Yin's "Wildfire cannot burn it all away, spring wind blows and it grows again" embodies self-healing and life-preserving ability, and this ability can also be applied to others to help them regenerate lost limbs, making it the strongest supportive skill, yet it still never obtained the true immortality of the Blue Silver Emperor.

But Eight-Wing Rebirth is different; having accepted the Blue Silver Emperor's sacrifice, Qian Renxue can now, like the Blue Silver Emperor, be unkillable unless she commits suicide! After each death, she will be reborn through nirvana in forty-nine days, and this soul skill is a passive one, requiring no cooldown or activation—truly heaven-defying among heaven-defying, a freak among freaks; the life essence of the Blue Silver Emperor is just that heaven-defying.

With this soul skill, one can pull off all sorts of tricks.

One can say that, as long as one doesn't engage in that abstract Blue Silver Entanglement nonsense, the Blue Silver Emperor's abilities are actually quite formidable.

Qian Renxue is also pleased with this; Bibi Dong has an undying soul skill, so why shouldn't I, Qian Renxue, have one too? Essentially the Blue Silver Emperor's essence is life, which is far more useful than that Blue Silver Overlord Spear, and fortunately I didn't waste a soul ring slot.

This must be because during the earlier martial soul evolution, it was baptized by angelic divine power, causing the soul skills to align more closely with the essence of the soul rings and martial soul.

Qian Renxue wore a look of anticipating the show as she watched Tang Hao—what would his reaction be? Would he resist? Or yield?

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, his face grim and terrifying, his body trembling slightly, his eyes full of struggle and hesitation, yet in the end he submitted.

He couldn't let A Yin die in vain; he had to live to see her return!

With a bang, Tang Hao's forehead slammed hard into the ground, the ground cracking like a spiderweb.

Tang Hao's kowtow was slow and heavy, as if bearing a tremendous burden: "Please! Let me go."

He slowly lifted his head, his forehead stained with a bit of blood and dust, his eyes flashing with a complex light—anger, humiliation, and a deeply hidden resolve.

"You're quite interesting, Tang Hao." Qian Renxue said it with amusement, but her eyes were full of icy chill; being able to yield and stand firm, he was a formidable foe that must be destroyed! She slightly raised her hand, signaling the Porcupine Douluo to act—only to see the Porcupine Douluo flash and strike like a ghost, soon bringing over a trembling ten-year cultivation soft-boned rabbit to Qian Renxue's side.

Qian Renxue looked at this small, foolish rabbit, nodded in satisfaction, and lifted her delicate chin toward Tang Hao.

Tang Hao, looking at you, you've already broken through rank ninety, yet you're stuck without a soul ring to advance? You're only forty-four this year, right? Come on, kill this soul beast, absorb its soul ring, and ascend to the supreme Titled Douluo!

Qian Renxue's exquisite face bore a gentle smile; plus, having absorbed all of A Yin, she carried a trace of her aura, and when she softened, Tang Hao actually felt as if A Yin were still alive.

I've always believed in reciprocity; I took a soul ring from you, so now I return one to you.

You have only one choice: absorb it as your ninth soul ring, and then I will let you go.

The Porcupine Douluo tossed the ten-year soft-boned rabbit before Tang Hao; sensing the several powerful Titled Douluo auras, the rabbit dared not move, curling up in fear.

Heavenly Douluo, don't blame me—who made you so strong? The Soul Douluo realm can match three Title Douluo; I must seal your ninth soul ring, this is all your fault for being too strong.

I really don't want that—when the time comes, fearing your retaliation would cause my cultivation speed to drop, affecting A Yin's resurrection.

The wicked woman Qian Renxue makes her grand entrance! Today a good brother told me, writers can't write only when they have inspiration, just like prostitutes can't take clients only when they have desire, so I must make the best of a bad situation; if I can't resist, I might as well enjoy it. This guy is truly a lecherous talent. Finally, ask for votes, ask for follows, love you all. (End of chapter)