She Long forced himself to speak and said, "Young Master, to be honest, I don't have much experience in matters of the heart. But there's something I'm not sure if I should say."
"speak."
"Feelings can't be forced." She Long's voice held a more elder-like tone. "But if you, young master, are truly interested, then... perhaps you should take the initiative?"
"initiative?"
"Yes, talk to him more and find more opportunities to meet. Don't always speak in riddles, just say what you're thinking."
Qian Renxue responded with an "Oh?"
She pinched her chin and lowered her head to think.
"It was my initiative as the woman that took the initiative..." she murmured to herself.
initiative.
This word was not unfamiliar to Qian Renxue.
In court and when planning the overall situation, she was always the one who took the initiative.
Being proactive in matters of the heart is another matter entirely.
Deep down, her pride wouldn't allow her to do anything subservient.
But that person just wouldn't look at her.
Qian Renxue stood in front of the bronze mirror, staring at the flawless reflection in it, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
'But if I really take the initiative to break through that barrier...'
'What if it doesn't work out?'
How will we ever see each other again?
"We're still friends and business partners, after all. If I ask him for help and he refuses, wouldn't it be awkward every time we meet?"
Qian Renxue's head was spinning more and more.
She has encountered all sorts of difficulties since she was a child.
But she handled those things with ease.
Only when facing Dongfang Jing did her brilliant mind seem to rust, unable to turn any further.
"Never mind, never mind." Qian Renxue scratched her hair in frustration, temporarily suppressing those tangled thoughts.
Seeing his young master's expression, She Long wisely chose to keep quiet.
There's really nothing I can do to help.
Just as Qian Renxue turned around, preparing to return to the window to continue her daze...
A flash of golden light appeared on the open ground inside the sleeping quarters.
There was no sound, no fluctuation of soul power.
Dongfang Jing's figure appeared out of thin air in the center of the room.
Qian Renxue was taken aback.
She Long reacted much faster than her, almost instinctively. His soul power instantly gathered in his palm, and with a shift in his body, he stood in front of Qian Renxue.
But the next second, he saw the person's face clearly.
The newly gathered soul power dissipated again.
She Long withdrew his hand and looked at Dongfang Jing with a complicated expression.
"Kid," he said, his tone tinged with displeasure, "why did you come so late without even saying goodbye?"
She Long was somewhat displeased.
He, a titled Douluo, didn't even notice when the other party entered. To be honest, this spatial ability is too bizarre!
If this is an enemy, the young master's safety is truly in jeopardy.
Dongfang Jing tilted his head and glanced at She Long, saying in a flat tone, "Don't you people like to act profound? Don't you like to stay up late at night, talking nonsense by the window facing the night outside?"
She Long paused.
He glanced back at the window; he and Qian Renxue had indeed been in that state just now.
"Get out! That's no excuse for barging in without permission! Don't forget, the young master is a woman! What if you, a man, see something you shouldn't in her bedchamber..."
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Jing remained silent for two and a half seconds.
"Okay, I was being presumptuous."
After saying that, he ignored She Long.
His gaze went straight to Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue subconsciously straightened her hair, then adjusted her collar and pulled her outer robe tighter.
But when she thought that the other party was Dongfang Jing, she unbuttoned all the buttons on her outer robe.
These movements were performed very naturally, even instinctively.
She said softly, "Welcome! Didn't you go to the Min clan? Have you finished your business?"
"Yes, all three races have been taken over, all at once. But are you ready on your side?" Dongfang Jing asked directly.
Qian Renxue straightened up and nodded at him.
A confident smile played on his lips: "With just one order, we can gather manpower at any time."
"good."
Dongfang Jing's plan is nearing its end.
The three races with single attributes have been subdued.
Next—
It's time for the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to take their turn.
"However, there's something we need to do before we take action against them."
"What's up?"
"The Temple of Blazing Sun needs a formal headquarters, and Ning Fengzhi reminded me of a place, so I wanted to tell you first."
...
The next day, before dawn.
In the urban area of Tiandou City, an elite squad of the Royal Guard has been assembled.
Beside them, several deacons dressed in the uniforms of the Spirit Hall were also talking in hushed tones. These people were all Tian Dou City garrison personnel who were under the command of Qian Renxue.
Further away, there was a smaller but more imposing team.
The outfit was fitted with gold trim, and a sun was embroidered on the back.
He is a member of the Temple of the Blazing Sun.
Leading the group were a Soul Douluo and a middle-aged man at the Soul Saint level. They stood silently at the front of the group, their eyes fixed straight ahead.
Behind them were several disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Even including everyone else, there were only about a hundred people.
It wasn't a large event, but each and every one of them was carefully selected.
Dongfang Jing stood at the very back of the line, with Qian Renxue beside him.
Qian Renxue had changed back to Xue Qinghe's face. He was wearing a bright yellow dragon-patterned robe, and his face was gentle and handsome. He looked like a graceful young emperor.
He was accompanied by a middle-aged civil official who was carrying a roll of yellow silk.
"Your Majesty, everyone has arrived," the civil official reported, bowing.
Xue Qinghe nodded and looked at Dongfang Jing.
Dongfang Jing nodded as well.
"Set off."
The team started moving silently.
A group of about a hundred people walked along the streets of Tiandou City at a moderate pace.
When passersby saw the banners of the Imperial Guards, they quickly made way for them.
In less than half an hour, they arrived at their destination.
Shrek Academy.
Early in the morning, most people in the college were still asleep.
The old man guarding the gate had just yawned when he looked up and saw a large group of people walking towards him.
Leading the way were the Imperial Guards.
Behind them were people wearing gold clothes and those wearing the Spirit Hall uniform.
The old man's yawn got stuck in his throat.
"You... what are you doing...?"
Nobody paid him any attention.
The Imperial Guards kicked open the gate and filed in.
The old man scrambled into the yard and started shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Dean! Dean! Something's happened—!"
Flanders was awakened by the shouting.
He jumped out of bed, and his first reaction upon hearing the noise was to release his mental energy to investigate.
The results of the investigation immediately changed his expression.
The courtyard was full of people.
The Imperial Guards, the Spirit Hall deacons, and a group of strangers with considerable presence.
Flander ran outside while putting on his clothes.
Zhao Wuji also rushed out of the next room at almost the same time. He got dressed even faster than Flander because he wasn't dressed at all; he came out shirtless, carrying a pair of pants in his hand.
"Flander, what's going on?"
"I don't know, let's go out and see!"
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