Chapter 82: with translation of chapter title

Seeing Jin Huang'er about to leave, Xiao Yuan hurriedly said, "Wait, what about my soul ring, you you you! You even ate my soul ring!"

Jin Huang'er turned and glared at him, "Impudent, what's your soul ring? That's my soul ring. You're no longer the Fire Phoenix Sword Master, so the Fire Phoenix Sword naturally won't occupy the soul ring slot of the Fu Yu Sword."

"Wait until your own soul power reaches rank ten, then go hunt soul beasts yourself, right? Although I'm gone, hasn't the first soul ring slot of your Fu Yu Sword been freed?"

Xiao Yuan's body stiffened; how could an ordinary hundred-year soul beast soul ring compare to a continually evolving sword-shaped soul ring? Otherwise, why would he first cultivate the super martial soul Fu Yu Sword instead of already cultivating the ordinary high-level martial soul Golden Steel Bear?

Sword-shaped soul rings can increase their age potential when a soul master obtains a soul ring.

That is to say, if Xiao Yuan currently has soul power rank ten, as long as he possesses a soul ring and his physique is sufficient, the sword-shaped soul ring can automatically rise to 100,000 years; upon reaching the second ring limit it becomes 200,000 years, and so on.

Until all nine sword-shaped soul rings are fully absorbed, when he becomes a Titled Douluo, as long as his physique doesn't hold him back, each of his soul ring slots will be 900,000 years.

When he completes the assessment of the nine sword forms and unites the nine swords, he can obtain the final Fu Yu Sword soul ring, elevating all soul rings to a million years! Ascend to godhood! But now it's over, nothing remains, Jin Huang'er is fleeing, and his Sword God dream shattered before it even began.

"Why? Sister Jin Huang'er, why are you leaving me? Clearly here, I am destined to become a god!"

Jin Huang'er looked at Xiao Yuan pityingly, "You're really living in a dream; it's the Fu Yu Sword Master who is destined to become a god, not you. Your performance is too poor; none of the other eight sword masters favor you."

"They're all waiting for you to die, and the person they're waiting for isn't you but the next generation Fu Yu Sword Master. Moreover, your disposition is too poor; even if we told you our names, you couldn't pass the nine-sword assessment. From the start you were destined never to become a god."

"Have you ever collected those colored paper slips? The kind randomly given with candy figurines—white, green, blue, purple, gold, orange, red, rainbow. Among all those grades, your performance is a useless white slip; of course I want to replace you."

"Your soul power level depends entirely on others; what future could you have?"

Xiao Yuan immediately wanted to make amends, "No, it's not like that, Sister Jin Huang'er, hear me out!"

"I did it for my own potential; by relying on everyone's soul rings, I could obtain nine unprecedented 900,000-year soul rings, and after cultivating a second martial soul, even the worst soul rings of both martial souls would be 100,000 years."

"I did it to become the strongest!"

"This is the optimal solution!"

Jin Huang'er regarded him strangely: "So that's how you think, but have you ever considered why we would choose a waste who only relies on others?"

"The true solution to your path is to first cultivate each sword master's sword technique, then undergo the trial, defeat us head-on with the corresponding sword art; we exchange hearts through swords and openly obtain our names, rather than relying on heretical, deceptive methods. Who would like a guy who doesn't walk the proper path and seeks shortcuts?"

"The Fu Yu Sword is originally the strongest among the ten swords, the core of the ten swords; we should rely on the Fu Yu Sword Master, not the Fu Yu Sword Master relying on us."

"Your path was wrong from the start; what seems near is often the farthest, and those who seek shortcuts cannot become the supreme Sword God."

"The moment you tricked my name out of me, you could never gain the approval of the remaining eight sword masters; the path you devised was broken from the beginning."

Although Jin Huang'er's strength among the nine sword forms is mid-to-high, her status is the lowest, simply because her personality is carefree and she's always causing jokes.

This foolish phoenix is usually bullied by the other eight sword masters, which isn't a big deal, but being deceived by an outsider—you've really picked the wrong person; she's basically a pet for the other eight sword masters to amuse themselves, an atypical group pet.

Xiao Yuan's body trembled uncontrollably; no wonder he'd never seen the other eight sword masters' incarnations—turns out they've all been hoping he'd die. He clung to the last straw, saying to Jin Huang'er, "I I... can you give me another chance? I will definitely train hard from now on!"

"In just one day, how many times have I urged you to train? What were you doing earlier? My connection with the Fu Yu Sword just broke, and now you say you'll train seriously—you're still trying to stand firm in front of the other eight sword masters, aren't you? You're no longer my disciple."

Under Xiao Yuan's dazed gaze, Jin Huang'er flapped her wings and flew toward Qian Renxue, spinning excitedly in circles.

"Le Zhengying, you heard my conversation with Xiao Yuan just now, right? I want to choose you as my Fire Phoenix Sword successor; are you willing?"

Qian Renxue nodded, joking—when a golden finger is delivered to your door, only an idiot would refuse. As for Xiao Yuan's feelings, what do they have to do with her?

He himself saw it; this isn't Qian Renxue grabbing it herself, it's Xiao Yuan's own inadequacy—others timely cut losses and changed successors, what does that have to do with me, Qian Renxue? If Xiao Yuan isn't honest, I'll just kill him.

Qian Renxue had just heard it—not just one, there are eight more in the Fu Yu Sword; what a bunch of good fellows, actually exposing their golden fingers in front of Qian Renxue, the kind that can still be coaxed over.

"What's the difference between this and counting money in front of bandits? You're using this to test officials? That old official—she's endured this kind of test! Qian Renxue on the spot wants to challenge her own weak point; her voice is resonant and powerful."

"I'm willing!"

Ah, I couldn't hold back, sorry, Yuanzi—this Fire Phoenix Sword you can't control; let sister take charge, sister will first help you try it out to see if it's usable.

The phoenix that Jin Huang'er transformed into was surrounded by blazing flames, exuberantly rushing straight toward Qian Renxue's forehead.

"Wuhu~ I'm here!"

The phoenix cried out joyful phoenix calls as it charged, its golden flames leaping like her excited mood.

Just as the phoenix was about to touch Qian Renxue's forehead, golden light burst forth.

Suddenly, a delicate and exquisite angel mark appeared on Qian Renxue's forehead, emitting brilliant, dazzling radiance; the light was soft and pure—a golden six-winged angel pattern.

This mark was outlined with smooth, simple golden lines; though not intricate, it brims with divine charm—the lines of the six wings are vigorous, the angel's form graceful; even though it's just a simple outline, one can clearly sense its sanctity and dignity.

This delicate, exquisite mark is precisely the emblem of the Angel God, and also the true manifestation of the Angel Nine Trials pursued by the entire Angel race.

The six-winged angel mark on Qian Renxue's forehead is like a solid barrier, blocking the golden phoenix's entry.

The six-winged angel mark radiated brilliant light, a holy aura spreading out, colliding with Jin Huang'er's scorching power.

Before Jin Huang'er could react, she was violently kicked away by this force.

She only felt an unstoppable massive impact strike her, then her whole body flew backward like a cannonball.

"Oh no!" Jin Huang'er exclaimed, tumbling several times in the air before barely stabilizing her posture.

The flames on her body dimmed considerably due to this sudden impact, and Jin Huang'er felt both startled and delighted.

"Wow! Angel trial mark! Le Zhengying is actually still the divine successor! Wuhu! Take off! Don't make me stay in the mental sea; can't I change locations? So petty! And Qian Renxue also looked astonished, completely unprepared for this situation."

Just now the six-winged angel mark showed no reaction at all; how is it suddenly causing trouble again?

"Le Zhengying! I can't enter your consciousness sea—quick, think of a solution!"

Jin Huang'er chirped noisily.

"Why not try entering my soul imprint?"

Qian Renxue slightly unfastened the two buttons on her clothing, then touched her chest where the eight-winged angel soul imprint disguised as a holy angel was located.

Jin Huang'er nodded, circled once in the air, and locked her gaze onto Qian Renxue's chest "Holy Angel" soul imprint.

A flicker of resolve passed through Jin Huang'er's eyes as she again transformed into a stream of light and charged; this time her movements were more cautious, and the flames around her retracted considerably.

She cautiously approached that soul imprint, silently praying to be accepted.

When Jin Huang'er touched the soul imprint, it flickered slightly, without rejecting her as it had when entering the consciousness sea.

Jin Huang'er felt a surge of joy and slipped inside.

Qian Renxue only felt a warm sensation on her chest, knowing Jin Huang'er had successfully entered the soul imprint.

She exhaled lightly, unaware of what changes this series of twists would bring.

Wow! Your martial soul actually has eight wings, Holy Angel is so awesome!

Le Zheng Ling, you're actually an ultimate attribute soul master—ultimate light, ultimate holy, life, flame—you even have four attribute powers, two of them ultimate!

Your martial soul even holds a sword in hand—wow, we're a perfect match!

What's the gold content of a color UR?! This is too satisfying—how disappointed she was when she previously drew Xiao Yuan, now how delighted she is to get a color, Jin Huang'er can't wait to show off in front of the other eight sword masters.

Qian Renxue watched Xiao Yuan, tears and snot covering the ground, her expression slightly strange, feeling a bit like violating someone before their eyes, probing how to use another's golden cheat in front of the victim—still a little impolite; better to enjoy it later.

She sensed her martial soul had formed a connection with Jin Huang'er, and tried sending a mental fluctuation to the soul mark.

Hello, my true name is Qian Renxue, not Le Zheng Ling—don't call me wrong from now on, and please give me your guidance.

Qian Renxue! Ten Thousand Ren Cold Mountain, wind and snow cannot block, what a great name! I'm Jin Huang'er!

Just as Jin Huang'er spoke her true name, the Angel Holy Sword in Qian Renxue's soul mark suddenly appeared in her hand.

"Huh?"

A white soul ring coiled around the Angel Holy Sword, then rapidly shifted to yellow, then instantly to purple, black tint swiftly staining the purple. Qian Renxue's pupils contracted—how could this be? A god-given soul ring? She quickly put the Angel Holy Skull disguise soul skill on the soul ring.

The black tint in the soul ring faded, returning to noble, splendid purple.

Qian Renxue sat cross-legged, immediately called Jun Wuhen, her soft, lovely voice refreshing to the heart.

"Captain, hurry up and wake up, then come over to guard me."

For some reason this soul ring suddenly condensed and won't stop; Qian Renxue must absorb it right away.

But Qian Renxue still worries about Xiao Yuan—she just snatched his personal miss, who knows if he'll suddenly get jealous and slash her with a sword.

Jun Wuhen finally opened his eyes sharply; he had just been unsure whether to wake because Le Zheng Ling wanted to hide her gender, but now Le Zheng Ling spoke herself, so he no longer needed to pretend he hadn't heard.

He gazed warily at Xiao Yuan and shouted coldly: "Xiao Yuan, don't approach her! I'll guard you."

Jun Wuhen rose swiftly, movements clean and decisive, his face expressionless, as cold as an iceberg.

White scales crawled up his arms and cheeks, his eyes turned into beastly golden vertical pupils, a ring of yellow-tinged purple soul ring appeared beneath him, his palms became claw-like, ready to attack at any moment.

Xiao Yuan was cowed by his aura, his steps toward Qian Renxue obediently stopped.

He wiped the tears from his face, raised his hands: "I mean no harm, I'm just worried about Ling'er."

Jun Wuhen walked to Qian Renxue's side, staring intently at Xiao Yuan.

"Whether you have ill intent I don't care, but before she finishes absorbing this soul ring, you'd better not move, or don't blame me for being rude."

Jun Wuhen wasn't sure how to address Le Zheng Ling—she's a girl, would continuing to call her Ah Ling seem too frivolous?

Jun Wuhen's surface remained icy cold, but inside he secretly sneered—he never expected Xiao Yuan's personal big sister to think his brain had a problem.

The funniest part is she actually ran away, and chose Le Zheng Ling as the key—too hilarious.

Xiao Yuan's Subduing Demon Sword really has something, not inferior to his Qilin Crown; hearing their earlier words, the Subduing Demon Sword's soul ring can evolve according to the soul master's physique, and even if he hasn't become a god yet, his future strength might still not surpass Xiao Yuan's.

But as long as he activates the Qilin Crown, Xiao Yuan could never be his opponent! "Captain Wuhen, if I don't wake up by tonight, take Xiao Yuan and leave—I might need a month."

The soft tone made both of them feel their hearts flutter.

Qian Renxue finished speaking, then slightly closed her eyes, her whole body emitting a faint light; each god-given soul ring consumes a long time, and for her future, naturally the longer she persists the greater the benefit—she's prepared for a prolonged battle.

As for the team match Jun Wuhen mentioned tomorrow, what is that? (.) A lousy competition—does her soul ring matter? Pigeoned!

Under the disguise effect, that soul ring still looks purple, but it has actually turned into bloody crimson.

Three hundred thousand years, three hundred fifty thousand years, four hundred thousand years! Four splendid gold lines entwine the blood-colored soul ring.

Reaching the four-hundred-thousand-year limit this fast? How strange this god-given soul ring is—nothing like the two she absorbed before.

Ordinary god-given soul rings are directly placed on the soul master, constantly pressing the body's limits, the ring's color changes with physique, and only when the soul master truly reaches the limit does the reward come; the trial before absorbing the soul ring is the most painful, yet absorbing it feels comfortable.

But this soul ring has already reached four hundred thousand years, and Qian Renxue's body feels no pressure at all, as if the ring has no connection to her.

Snowy, can I call you like that?

Hmm? Jin Huang'er? Up to you.

Jin Huang'er's cheerful voice transmitted into Qian Renxue's mind.

Hehe, this soul ring is the Fire Phoenix Sword's sword-shaped soul ring, not the same system as your Holy Angel martial soul.

Because I made slight adjustments, this sword-shaped soul ring can be said to be the soul ring of your Holy Angel martial soul's sword.

You mean my Holy Angel Sword has become an independent martial soul?

Qian Renxue asked happily, her longed-for second martial soul finally coming? 【No, only this soul ring is attached to your Holy Angel Sword; your Holy Angel Sword cannot absorb hunted soul rings like a second martial soul—if you want soul rings, you must keep absorbing other sword-shaped ones.】

You're still stuck at level fifty soul power; this soul ring doesn't count as a Holy Angel martial soul soul ring, of course, my existence will also give you a ten-level soul power boost, which will show after your Holy Angel gains a soul ring.

Listening to Jin Huang'er's explanation, Qian Renxue muttered to herself, my subordinates' subordinates aren't my subordinates? What layered outsourcing.

In other words, your Holy Angel Sword now equals Xiao Yuan's Subduing Demon Sword—except you lack the Subduing Demon Space, and besides me you have no other eight sword-form existences, no other sword forms, so your Holy Angel Sword can forever only have one soul ring—this shouldn't count as a second martial soul, right?

Qian Renxue smiled—this is already enough; who wouldn't like an extra soul ring? Moreover, Xiao Yuan still has eight sword forms somewhere; solutions always outnumber difficulties.

Qian Renxue's greedy heart never dies, just gradually withering; she originally thought Xiao Yuan had nothing to gain, now discovering such a big benefit, how could she let it go? At once her greedy heart returned! Now she must tea him, alas, Xiao Yuan brother, you've really made Snowy suffer—will you be angry if Snowy takes your Fire Phoenix Sword?

Qian Renxue only felt a huge, scorching energy pour from the Holy Angel Sword into her body, yet it didn't reach her own limit, as if this year limit is stuck just before the limit; she immediately steadied her mind and focused on absorbing the soul ring.

After three hours, her body burst with golden light, enveloping Qian Renxue entirely; soon, the Fire Phoenix Sword-shaped soul ring finished absorption,

Qian Renxue opened her beautiful eyes, curiously examining the purple soul ring on the Holy Angel Sword's blade—it was very easy to absorb, this soul ring differs from the Eight-Winged Angel martial soul's soul ring, her connection to it is strange.

How to describe it? Just like equipment you can take off anytime—wearing it gives stat bonuses, taking it off doesn't matter, it won't harm the soul master, unlike normal soul rings which are tightly bound.

Qian Renxue was pondering the changes the Fire Phoenix Sword brought when she suddenly felt two scorching gazes; she lifted her head to see Jun Wuhen and Xiao Yuan staring at her with fiery eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Qian Renxue feigned confusion.

"Eh, my voice?"

Exactly, at the moment Qian Renxue finished absorbing the soul ring, she deliberately released her disguise soul skill, pretending the disguise ability had failed; her peerless appearance now lay fully exposed before Xiao Yuan and Jun Wuhen.

Xiao Yuan still has eight sword forms on him—human desire is like a rolling boulder on a high mountain; once it starts, it never stops; wanting the other eight sword forms means you must first get on good terms with Xiao Yuan, otherwise if others run away, how can you snatch them?

Although Qian Renxue took Xiao Yuan's Fire Phoenix Sword and was at fault first, she still has to act like a victim—this is the strongest version answer from her previous life.

Of course, she can't just blindly stir up trouble, that's a shrew with no charm; the supreme tea master's job is to subtly make them feel wronged.

Now it's tea ceremony time! From the perspectives of Jun martial soul and Xiao Yuan.

The absolutely beautiful girl sat cross-legged, tranquil as a doll; her hair, as brilliant as golden sunlight, was radiant golden long hair, softly falling onto her slender waist, each strand shimmering with captivating luster, appearing gorgeous and dreamy under the light-attribute energy's illumination.

Her purple eyes, faintly revealing a pinkish gold pupil, were set in her jade-white face; as her gaze flowed, they revealed a bone-deep liveliness and charm.

The girl before him had brows like distant dusk, the slightly upturned corners of her eyes bearing a hint of natural allure; beneath her high, straight nose, her pink lips were like lovely rose petals, a light sip enough to make one intoxicated and entranced.

Her skin was like snow, so smooth it seemed it could shatter at a blow; under the soft light, it emitted a warm, moist luster like pearls.

The male-style gray-white uniform didn't fit her, bulging at the chest; if not for the two buttons undone at the collar, it would surely burst, further accentuating her slender waist.

Xiao Yuan was struck as if by lightning, standing dazed on the spot; the grief of just losing his Fire Phoenix Sword and his vow to reform and train diligently were cast to the back of his mind, his eyes fixed on Qian Renxue, saliva swallowing in his throat yet he couldn't utter a word.

Holy shit! Truly, a slender branch bears great fruit; he had also imagined what Le Zheng Ling would look like as a girl, but he never imagined he could actually find someone this perfect—what is Hu Lie Na even? This simply can't be compared! Her looks are just too spot-on.

Ling'er, you took my Fire Phoenix Sword; will you compensate me with yourself? You've captured Xiao Yuan gege's heart.

Xiao Yuan now, just like in his past life, lay in bed and came across a tragic red revolution video; he instantly wanted to sacrifice his life and shed hot blood for his country, wishing he could slash himself with a knife to cheer everyone up.

But after finally turning over and discovering the phone charger wasn't long enough, he turned back, then a few minutes later happily went to look at black silk long legs.

Jun martial soul was also filled with shock, his gaze locking onto Qian Renxue, his heart rate involuntarily quickening; yet soon he forced his face to remain indifferent, though that flicker of panic and astonishment could not be hidden in his eyes.

Unlike Xiao Yuan, who loves whoever is beautiful, a harem type, Jun martial soul is a pure love older-sister type.

He likes the idea of a lifelong pair, yearning for a sweet, mutual love; while Le Zheng Ling, extremely talented, rank nineteen at six, also strong in combat, she knocked him out with a single punch at their first meeting.

Most importantly, her chest is especially large, her figure excellent—is Le Zheng Ling about the same age as him? That figure is simply otherworldly; how could Hu Lie Na compare?

Moreover, he and Le Zheng Ling have known each other since they were six—isn't that the legendary childhood sweetheart? Is there anything purer than that? Besides, Le Zheng Ling's looks make Jun martial soul wonder if pure love even matters anymore; he must get this girl, and even if it's not pure love, they can just have sex—Le Zheng Ling has already blown his XP.

Well-matched families! This is exactly a well-matched family! How perfect!

(We must think of a way to marry this girl!)×2 brothers, although the author usually posts once, but I have many words—others are two thousand words per update, two updates a day, I today have 6400 words, one update of mine beats three of theirs! Who said the author is weak and powerless (>﹏<) begging for votes, brothers!

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