"If the Brother Xue I've known all these years was always you, then do our ten-plus years of friendship count for nothing? Even if you're Qian Renxue of Spirit Hall, so what? Honestly, you could say we were childhood friends."
Perhaps moved by her 'brother's' genuine emotions, the knot in Qian Renxue's heart seemed to finally loosen. Beneath her straight, noble nose, her phoenix-like eyes slowly narrowed. That elegant yet cold face revealed a smile once again—as if all the loneliness of the first half of her life had finally melted away in this moment.
Yu Tianming picked up a wine cup once more and poured the remaining half-jug of poisoned wine into both their cups. Having already taken the antidote, Qian Renxue downed it in one gulp without hesitation and then began drinking leisurely by herself.
After a few cups, her flushed cheeks rested weakly against her palm. She watched Yu Tianming silently, her eyes full of warmth.
Though Qian Renxue was a woman, she was tall even among men. Corresponding to her tall figure was a fullness far beyond that of the average woman. With her outer garments removed, the curves of her chest, perfect as if drawn in an anime, were revealed before Yu Tianming. Her long, straight legs rested on the side of the bed. Her skin was smooth and radiant, exuding an almost unearthly glow.
As they looked into each other's eyes, Yu Tianming smiled gently and said honestly, "Qian Renxue, you're truly beautiful. It's hard to imagine such beauty exists in the mortal world. To be honest, I liked you from the moment I first saw you."
"You liked me at first glance? How fickle," Qian Renxue brushed her messy golden hair behind her ear and spoke warmly. "'Tianming my virtuous little brother', just call me Xiaoxue—Grandfather used to call me that too."
Yu Tianming downed the wine in his cup and smiled bitterly. "Xiaoxue, what about them..."
"No need to explain—I understand everything." Qian Renxue gently placed her slender hand over his, smiling playfully. "In this world, having multiple wives is common. Just don't go looking for ordinary women anymore. We're destined to become gods and roam freely—those mortals will age and die. Don't tie yourself down to worldly attachments."
Yu Tianming didn't hesitate and said directly, "Their talent may not compare to yours, but they are exceptional in their own right. As long as I'm around, I'll help them ascend to the God Realm and live forever with me."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's expression suddenly turned serious—on the Douluo Continent, most clans would marry many wives and concubines to bear gifted children. Only the strongest clan, the Angel Clan, was different: they didn't marry until their 40s or 50s, and only took one partner. Their devotion was absolute.
Even the disgraced Angel Clan member Qian Xunji wasn't a lustful degenerate. He didn't marry before fifty, and even after that secret affair with Bibi Dong, he never had relations with another woman. Though his methods were vile, he was, in a way, still faithful.
As the heir to the Angel God, Qian Renxue wouldn't get jealous easily over the women around Yu Tianming. She just believed true love should be between two people. Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong were mortals, with limited lifespans, destined to age and fade away. But hearing Yu Tianming's words made her furrow her brow deeply.
Before she could speak, Yu Tianming grasped her fair fingers and looked at her intensely. "Whether it's Xiaoxue, Dugu Yan, or Ning Rongrong—you are all my wings. I won't give up on any of you."
Qian Renxue stared at the man before her and fell silent. Call him fickle? He was willing to pay a huge price to help everyone ascend. Call him faithful? He wasn't only faithful to her—Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong had his heart too.
She was touched by his sincerity but also annoyed by his fickleness. So Qian Renxue said nothing more, simply resumed drinking her wine.
If Yu Tianming knew her thoughts, he would probably say: This is the difference between a true harem and a typical 'stud' character. Tang San might have been devoted to Xiao Wu, even digging out his soul bone to save her, always claiming she was the most important. But the allowance Xiao Wu received from Spirit Hall was controlled by Tang San, and the soul bone skill that harmed her soul—he never hesitated to use it. These details revealed Tang San's true nature.
Perhaps, Tang San's 'devotion' was never genuine—his love for Xiao Wu was just a forced persona.
Seeing Qian Renxue remain silent, Yu Tianming gently shifted the topic. "Xiaoxue, you infiltrated the Heaven Dou Empire at such a young age—what was your goal? Do you want to seize the throne?"
With drunken eyes, Qian Renxue rested her cheek on her hand and replied, full of nostalgia, "I wanted to seize control of Heaven Dou, unify the continent under Spirit Hall, end the rule of these corrupt nobles... and, of course, to prove myself."
Yu Tianming knew she was seeking Bibi Dong's approval but didn't say it outright. Instead, he chuckled teasingly. "You've been undercover for so many years—when will it end? How about I use the power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to help you get rid of Xue Ye early and support my 'Brother Xue' in taking the throne?"
Feeling his sincerity, Qian Renxue smiled playfully. "No need for that. The throne of Heaven Dou—I'm already set on it." Then she set down her cup and walked to the bed to pick up her clothes.
At that moment, she wore only two pieces of golden lace underwear. Perhaps intentionally, the garments fit her tight, curvaceous body perfectly. As she bent down, her figure displayed an exquisite curve before Yu Tianming.
Unable to resist, Yu Tianming wrapped his arms around her from behind, his cheek touching hers. He spoke softly, "Emperor Xue Ye is getting old—he could die unexpectedly any day. When that happens, you, as the Crown Prince, will ascend with the support of the Three Upper Sects. You won't need to keep pretending anymore."
Feeling the warmth behind her, Qian Renxue's cold voice turned sultry. "I'll make sure Xue Ye has an 'accident'. When the time comes, Tianming, support me then." As she spoke, this dignified heir to the Angel God, either intentionally or not, tripped over Yu Tianming's leg and fell straight onto the bed.
The beautiful curve of her body was exposed before him, and the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly suggestive.
Yu Tianming swallowed hard and stood motionless. He understood clearly: Qian Renxue was deeply starved for affection. Surrounded by Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong, she felt insecure and was trying to keep him through this method.
After a moment with no response, Qian Renxue turned around and gazed at him softly.
Yu Tianming sighed, bent down, and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll be staying in Heaven Dou City for a while. I'll visit 'Brother Xue' often."
Qian Renxue smiled gently. "Then as Crown Prince, I'll come visit 'Little Brother Tianming' often too."
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By the time Yu Tianming left the Heaven Dou Palace, the sun had already set. A bright full moon hung high in the sky, and countless stars glittered above.
Under the moonlight, Yu Tianming slowly made his way toward the Blue Tyrant Forest, not far from the palace. This stretch of forest was one of the few quiet places in Heaven Dou City. The gates of Blue Tyrant Academy were already closed for the night, with only a single lamp glowing outside the guard post.
He approached quietly and saw the gatekeeper asleep on the desk. Shaking his head with a smile, Yu Tianming didn't disturb the man's dreams. Instead, he leapt up into the air and flew toward the academy rooftop.
In recent years, under heavy investment from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, Blue Tyrant Academy had changed significantly. Liu Erlong's old straw hut had been replaced by the school's tallest building, now serving as the principal's office and the residence of Liu Erlong and Yu Luomian.
On the rooftop of the principal's office, two familiar figures caught Yu Tianming's attention.
One was Liu Erlong—the Slaughtering Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle. Her long black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail and draped casually over her shoulder. She lay lazily on a bench, her green dress fluttering lightly in the night breeze.
Beside her sat a delicate tea table covered with pastries and wine. And on another identical bench sat Yu Luomian, her father—also Yu Yuan Zhen's brother. He had a few strands of long beard, looked about fifty, tall and strong, and bore some resemblance to both Liu Erlong and Yu Tianming.
Staring at the moon, Liu Erlong sighed, "Another full moon tonight. It's just the two of us. Mother can no longer see it."
"If she could see us now, she'd be happy even in the afterlife," Yu Luomian smiled, casually picking up a pastry and popping it into his mouth.
Yu Tianming landed quietly on the rooftop and smiled at them. "Second Granduncle, Aunt Erlong—why are you stargazing this late instead of sleeping?"
"It's all your fault. You said you'd be here at noon, and I've been waiting since then," Yu Luomian huffed, pretending to be angry.
Liu Erlong teased from the side, "Don't listen to him, Tianming. He was bored and woke me up just to watch the moon with him."
After years apart, Liu Erlong seemed calmer with her father by her side. She had lost the temper of her past and now spoke warmly and openly, smiling with a gentle charm.
Yu Luomian's face stiffened at the teasing and quickly changed the subject. "Tianming, you're faster than anyone I know. What took you so long? I thought something had happened."
Thinking of Qian Renxue, Yu Tianming smiled awkwardly and shifted the topic. "Good news, Second Granduncle—I'm now with Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I was visiting their clan, which is why I arrived late."
Liu Erlong looked surprised. "You mean Ning Fengzhi's favorite daughter? I heard she has innate level 9 soul power. That kind of talent is rare for a support-type soul master."
Yu Luomian stroked his beard, eyes glowing. "Not only that, she's already been chosen as the sect's next leader. If you marry her, Tianming—heh."
Though she was in her forties, Liu Erlong, still graceful and charming, was not shy about gossiping.
She looked at Yu Tianming's resolute face, then at her father, and grinned teasingly. "Tianming, you're already engaged to Yan Yan, and she brought along the Title Douluo Dugu Bo. Now there's Rongrong too, with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect backing you. You sure know how to choose."
Yu Luomian laughed heartily and said, "What's wrong with that? A man destined for greatness can't be confined by convention. At this rate, Tianming will unify the continent with a few more wives."
Liu Erlong sighed. "Father's right. Tianming is truly the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's lucky star. Xiao Gang was too emotional and self-righteous—if only he could learn from Tianming."
The moment she mentioned Yu Xiaogang, Yu Luomian's face fell. Why bring up that useless man again? He thought bitterly. Back then, they sent him to curry favor with Spirit Hall's Saintess, hoping to build ties with Bibi Dong. But instead, he offended Qian Xunji and nearly dragged the sect into a confrontation with Spirit Hall. And now look at Tianming—not even twenty, yet he's brought tremendous benefit to the sect. How could they compare?
Sensing the tension, Yu Tianming quickly changed the topic. "Second Granduncle, you've made great progress in your cultivation over the last decade. When do you think you'll reach the level of a Title Douluo?"
Yu Luomian cared deeply about strength and cultivation—precisely why he disliked Yu Xiaogang and favored Liu Erlong. Hearing the question, his face lit up again. "I was stuck at rank 79 for decades. Then I broke through, and in just five years, I've reached rank 87. Maybe I've exhausted my foundation, but I've only just now reached rank 89. As for reaching Title Douluo... that's still far off."
Yu Tianming nodded and smiled. "I don't think it'll be long now. Within five years, I'm sure you'll break through. When that time comes, Granduncle and I will help you hunt your ninth soul ring. We won't let you down."
Yu Luomian had already boosted his talent by absorbing the Ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma. Though he was older, reaching Title Douluo was still well within reach.
(End of Chapter)
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