Han Feng: "Sister Qian... why am I wearing a dress!?"
Qian Renxue: "..."
Han Feng: "Sister Qian... are these your clothes? They smell really nice!"
Qian Renxue: "..."
Han Feng: "Sister Qian, did you take off my clothes!?"
Qian Renxue: "..."
Han Feng: "Sister Qian, you've already seen my body. I'm no longer pure... I want to end my life!"
Qian Renxue: "..."
Han Feng: "Why aren't you stopping me? We've been through life and death together. Don't you care at all if I die?"
At this point, Qian Renxue felt that the worst decision she had ever made in her life was softening her heart and bringing Han Feng along.
Though to be fair, the bigger reason was that Han Feng shamelessly clung to her and refused to leave. Ultimately, she couldn't bear to abandon a child under nine years old alone in the dangerous Star Dou Forest where soul beasts roamed.
But now, she began to feel that death might actually be a mercy from the Angel God for Han Feng!
From childhood to now, Qian Renxue had never met such a thick-skinned boy. And his mouth—he just wouldn't stop talking!
Han Feng had clearly been misled by the original story. Any other kid who knew Qian Renxue was a Soul Sect wouldn't dare act like this.
Although she claimed to be a newly advanced Soul Sect with no hope of progressing further due to drug-induced advancement, a Soul Sect was still a major figure in the real world, not someone to be trifled with.
The blame could also be placed on Han Dang—how could a dignified Soul Sect have no authority at all in front of his wife and kid?
Han Feng: "Sister Qian..."
Slap!
Just as Han Feng tried to speak again, Qian Renxue finally lost her patience. Frowning, she grabbed Han Feng and pinched his cheeks tightly.
Qian Renxue: "If you say one more word, I will seal your mouth shut!"
Thankfully, Han Feng was lucky. Two years from now, after witnessing the dark schemes of the royal court, he might not survive being this talkative in front of someone like Qian Renxue.
Swallowing nervously, Han Feng gave a sheepish grin.
Truth be told, Han Feng's little face was quite lovable. That one smile dissolved more than half of Qian Renxue's anger. She sighed, put him down, and shook her head with exasperation when she saw the "hurt" look in his eyes.
Qian Renxue: "Fine. I'll give you twenty words. Say what you need to say."
Han Feng (brightening up): "I just wanted to ask... where exactly are we going?"
Qian Renxue glanced at Han Feng, who clearly had much more to say. Her mood was a mix of annoyance and amusement.
Even she hadn't realized that ever since meeting Han Feng, her emotions had become so colorful.
Unlike the loneliness and numbness she felt in the Spirit Hall, when she was with Han Feng, he always left her at a loss for words. Just when she'd get mad, he'd disarm her again. It was a strange but fascinating feeling for her.
Qian Renxue: "Where else? We're going to find your mother—and help you get your second soul ring while we're at it."
She continued walking ahead matter-of-factly. But when she turned around, she found that Han Feng was still standing in place.
Qian Renxue: "What is it now?"
Han Feng (walking over slowly, taking her hand): "Sister Qian... I love you."
Boom!
Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat. Her face flushed a deep red—whether from embarrassment or anger, even she didn't know.
This was the first time anyone had confessed their love to her!
But soon, she noticed the innocence in Han Feng's eyes. She quickly composed herself and lightly scolded:
Qian Renxue: "To you, it's just a small gesture and you're saying you love me? Your mother carried you for ten months and raised you for years—have you ever told her you love her?"
As she spoke, her gaze dimmed slightly at the thought of Bibi Dong.
Han Feng didn't notice the change in her mood. Instead, after a moment of surprise, he declared:
Han Feng: "I'll tell her when I get back!"
Qian Renxue: "And your father?"
This time, Han Feng hesitated. His large eyes looked conflicted.
Qian Renxue: "What's wrong?"
Han Feng: "Um... Dad always calls me 'little brat'..."
He looked a bit embarrassed, his cheeks flushing lightly. He began to suspect that being reborn had regressed his mental age to match his physical one. Was this the so-called "economic base shaping the superstructure"?
Then again, in his past life, even at twenty, he was still watching SpongeBob SquarePants.
Qian Renxue chuckled silently but didn't press the issue. Instead, she said:
Qian Renxue: "Actually, this was all just my own decision. If I want to help you get a second soul ring, I need to know your martial spirit and first soul skill so I can find a suitable soul beast. If you're unwilling, then it was all just my wishful thinking."
She looked at him, waiting for his decision.
To her surprise, Han Feng didn't hesitate for even a second.
Han Feng: "I'm Han Feng, eight and a half years old, live near the main arena in Stan City, unmarried, study at Stan City's Junior Soul Master Academy. My martial spirit is the Blazing Shield, with some fire control ability. My first soul skill is Guardian of Life—it's a support-type skill that increases my defense and soul power by sixty percent."
Qian Renxue blinked. She ignored the irrelevant parts and focused on what mattered. Her golden eyes softened slightly.
Is this what it feels like to be trusted unconditionally?
Han Feng noticed the shift in her gaze. As her look became gentler, even he blushed a little—had it not been for the lingering embarrassment from earlier, he might have been more flustered.
While Han Feng had shared some information about himself, it was all public knowledge. He hadn't revealed anything truly important—like his external soul bone, second martial spirit, or custom soul techniques. He even hid the fact that his first soul skill could block the first instance of damage completely.
To cover his awkwardness, he grinned and said:
Han Feng: "My first soul ring came from a 400-year-old Lavahorn Bull Turtle. For my second, I want another beast with strong defense and fire attributes."
Qian Renxue was pulled out of her thoughts by his words. She ruffled his hair gently, shook her head, and smiled:
Qian Renxue: "That's a good plan—but I've got an even better one!"
At some point, Qian Renxue had naturally started referring to herself as "big sister" in front of Han Feng. Neither of them found it strange; in fact, it felt completely natural.
Han Feng frowned slightly.
Seeing his puzzled look, Qian Renxue smirked mysteriously, grabbed his hand, and unfurled her wings before flying off in a certain direction.
Han Feng touched her pure white wings with curiosity in his eyes.
Han Feng (thinking): So this is Sister Qian's martial spirit? She can fly... I'm so jealous...
Qian Renxue felt his hand and glared at him playfully, but didn't stop him.
She had far more than just one pair of wings—and these wings weren't even her full martial spirit, just a part of it.