Qianran was well-acquainted with the two new skills he had acquired.
These were among the Angel God's most powerful divine abilities. The latter, Solar Angel, was particularly devastating—a move on par with the Sea God's Twilight.
Solar Angel was a forbidden-level skill. When Qian Renxue used it, her Angel God Armament shattered, forming the Solar Angel as all her divine power surged into the technique. It was a do-or-die attack that left her power reduced to a mere tenth for three days.
If Qianran were to use it now, he might momentarily possess the strength of a Hyper Douluo.
However, the skill came with significant drawbacks—it consumed a tremendous amount of energy and could even damage his martial soul. For Qianran, though, such damage was negligible, as he could heal himself.
Currently, there was no one threatening enough for him to warrant using such a desperate measure. Those capable of endangering Qianran's life were few and far between. And should such a situation arise, even Solar Angel might not be enough.
After all, he always had Ice Emperor and Snow Emperor, two unparalleled powerhouses, by his side for protection.
Still, Qianran was satisfied. If he ascended to godhood, the power of these skills would undoubtedly reach apocalyptic levels. Upon becoming a god, these soul skills would automatically evolve into divine skills—that was the most crucial factor.
Qianran even speculated that if he managed to acquire a tenth soul ring, his Angel martial soul might transcend into divinity itself.
If that were the case, he'd surpass ordinary gods entirely. Gods, after all, were merely extraordinarily powerful beings.
When Qianran woke, Juzi was already up.
She was bustling around, helping him dress and put on his shoes, even preparing hot water for him to wash up.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Qianran asked, noticing Juzi walking around awkwardly. Concern flickered in his eyes.
He had slept in this morning and hadn't yet used his abilities to help Juzi recover.
After last night's events, Juzi's body was understandably sore.
"You slept so late. How could I be like you?" Juzi shot Qianran a playful glare, her mind flashing back to the previous night's memories. A sweet warmth filled her chest.
Qianran, that rascal, certainly knew how to bully her.
"Alright, let me help you recover," Qianran said, placing his hand on Juzi's shoulder. A wave of warm energy flowed through her body, soothing her aches and restoring her strength.
Juzi was delighted by the sensation.
"This is the same power you use to heal the Crown Prince, isn't it? Amazing," Juzi exclaimed, clearly impressed. It finally made sense how Keke and Nana could tolerate Qianran's intensity—he had this miraculous ability!
It seemed even more effective than the healing powers of soul masters.
"I can even help when your 'special days' come," Qianran teased.
"You!" Juzi blushed furiously and pinched Qianran's waist with a mix of embarrassment and indignation.
"What's there to be shy about? I've already seen everything, touched everything," Qianran said with a mischievous grin. If he had to describe it in one word: supple.
Her skin was so soft.
"Stop talking! If you keep teasing me, I'll get angry," Juzi said, her voice laced with mock annoyance. She stomped on Qianran's foot, earning a laugh from him.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop," Qianran said, knowing Juzi's limits. He didn't want to push her too far—comforting her afterward would be a hassle.
He hadn't expected Juzi to be even more bashful than Keke and Nana.
Keke was carefree and far bolder than Juzi, often taking the initiative. As for Nana, while shy at first, she quickly adapted to Qianran's requests.
"Qianran, how do I look? Does this outfit suit me?" Juzi asked, lightly poking his side. She spun around, showing off her ensemble.
After enduring Qianran's playful teasing the previous night, Juzi had become keenly aware of his preferences.
She wore a burgundy blouse, buttoned all the way to the top, revealing only her elegant neck. Though seemingly modest, the fitted design emphasized her figure. Her well-shaped bust stretched the fabric slightly, creating an alluring visual.
Below, she wore a black skirt that showcased her long, shapely legs and accentuated her perfect curves.
While Juzi's legs weren't exceptionally long, their proportion to her height made them appear graceful. Her fair, flawless skin didn't need the enhancement of stockings to look stunning. However, knowing Qianran's love for stockings, Juzi had indulged him. Bare legs were refreshing occasionally, but stockings added an enduring allure that never grew old.
"Beautiful. My Juzi is absolutely stunning."
"I didn't realize your figure was this incredible," Qianran said, his gaze lingering on her chest as he grinned.
"What did you think? Of course, I'm no match for Nana," Juzi replied, rolling her eyes.
"Not necessarily. I think your figure might be even better. Well, actually, you're both unique in your own ways," Qianran said, giving her waist a playful squeeze. He wasn't overly fixated on any one aspect—whether legs, feet, or other features, it all depended on his mood.
Strictly speaking, though, Qianran leaned toward being a hip enthusiast. Whether petite or voluptuous, a woman's curves were a constant source of fascination for him.
When Qianran and Juzi stepped out hand in hand, they found Xu Tianran already waiting in the courtyard.
"Your Highness," Qianran greeted with a smile.
Seeing Xu Tianran made Juzi visibly tense. Only Qianran's hand in hers kept her composed.
To Juzi, Xu Tianran was a dangerous and ruthless man. Even when she had been one of his trusted aides, she had regarded him with a mix of respect and fear.
"Juzi, Qianran, congratulations," Xu Tianran said with a faint, bitter smile.
"You'd better treat Juzi well, or I won't let you off."
His smile masked a torrent of conflicting emotions.
The previous night, from his position next door, Xu Tianran had heard everything. Knowing the woman he admired had been claimed by Qianran filled him with a storm of shame and arousal.
Now, seeing Qianran and Juzi walking hand in hand, the picture of a golden couple, Xu Tianran felt an indescribable thrill.
Juzi's growing closeness to Qianran only intensified his complex feelings. The more he liked Juzi, the more exhilarated he felt seeing her with Qianran.
He didn't understand his own psychology. Perhaps his years in a wheelchair had warped his mind, leaving him with a need to release his suppressed emotions in peculiar ways.
(Chapter End)