"Really? I highly doubt that." Renxue let out another peal of silvery laughter.
Tang Yin smiled as he listened, his gaze lingering on Xue Qinhe's eyes—then the smile faltered, replaced by a faint frown. Seriously… who actually enjoyed staring at another man's face while talking about love?
"First, take off your disguise," Tang Yin said, crossing his arms in exasperation. "I refuse to discuss love while staring at a dude. You even got me to confess my feelings before I could see your beauty!"
Qian Renxue understood his frustration but hesitated. Others were nearby, and revealing her true identity now could ruin her plan.
Seeing her hesitation, Tang Yin reassured her with a smile, "Don't worry. I've activated the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud— An artifact of Sea God's. To them we're invisible."
'Sea God? Something like the Angel God?'
Qian Renxue was momentarily stunned. Still, she believed him—he had no reason to lie.
After a brief pause, she reached up removing the mask and released the disguise skill of her Angel's Skull Bone.
Because it hadn't reached the 100,000-year threshold, a mask was required to complete the disguise. A flash of blinding light erupted—and then she stood revealed.
Whoosh!
Golden hair cascaded down her spine, and she appeared to be no more than in her early twenties. Renxue's skin was snow-white, her phoenix eyes slightly slender, her nose straight and refined.
There was a natural grace in her presence, a dignified aura woven into her very being—something no disguise could ever truly mask.
She looked breathtakingly beautiful, standing there with an expectant calm, utterly confident that her beauty needed no comparison.
Gulp... Tang Yin went still.
A heartbeat passed. Then another. Almost without realizing it, he stepped closer. His fingers rose, brushing softly against her lips, lingering just long enough for her breath to falter nervously.
And then—Chuu!
Tang Yin leaned in and kissed her.
For a fleeting moment, the time itself seemed to freeze. His hand slid into her golden hair, fingers threading through the silken strands, while his other arm held her tight, fearing that even a single breath apart might undo what they had just shared.
When they finally parted, she smiled asking,
"So… what do you think? Do I look any worse than your girlfriends?" Though the last words carried a faint edge of sourness.
Crap!
Tang Yin immediately broke into a cold sweat, yet he still met her violet eyes head-on and answered truthfully,
"What can I say except that you're beautiful? Not second to anyone—truly. If beauty had a hierarchy, you'd be standing alone at the very top. Even the Pope wouldn't compare."
He nearly bit his tongue. Too honest!
Qian Renxue was taken aback—then pleased. But the instant he mentioned Bibi Dong, her brows drew together. The satisfaction in her eyes dimmed slightly. The animosity between mother and daughter was still present.
Tang Yin immediately closed the distance between them, gently pressing her toward the balcony railing. Moonlight spilled over them, silver and soft, casting her golden hair in a radiant glow.
He braced one arm beside her, lowering his voice. "Don't frown like that," he murmured.
"If beauty were measured by the way it makes my heart race… you'd already be unrivaled."
Renxue stiffened for half a breath—then scoffed quietly, though the tips of her ears burned red. "You're terrible at comforting people."
Tang Yin's lips curled into a sly grin. "Funny… and yet somehow, you can't seem to stop falling in love with me."
She looked away, lips pressed together, before finally glancing back at him. The sourness in her gaze faded, replaced by something softer—something dangerously sincere.
"…You really don't know how unfair you are," she whispered.
Tang Yin chuckled, leaning back just enough to give her space, though his eyes never left hers. "Then stay angry," he said lightly. "I don't mind—as long as you stay with me."
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The laughter from the banquet drifted faintly through the night, distant and unreal, as if the world beyond the balcony no longer mattered.
Qian Renxue exhaled slowly, her shoulders relaxing. "…Idiot," she muttered again—but this time, there was no bite to it.
The word "idiot" was still a soft whisper on her lips when Tang Yin's patience finally shattered as his lips crashing onto hers with a desperate, almost starving need.
Mmphf~
This was no gentle confession; it was a claim. The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud hummed around them, a silent, shimmering wall that made the world beyond fade into an irrelevant blur.
His hands roamed her body with urgent intent, one tangling in her golden hair while the other gripped her waist, pulling her flush against the hard length of his arousal.
"We… can't! Not in front of eve—" Her words caught in her throat, swallowed by his kiss.
Tang Yin's hand began to expertly fondle and mold Renxue's soft, supple breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.
His other hand slid down between her legs, massaging her pussy through the fabric, feeling the heat and wetness building there.
"Nghh~ Tang Yin..."
Renxue moaned softly, her body arching into his touch as she surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her.
Tang Yin walked her backward until her thighs met the cool, unyielding stone of the balcony railing. Without breaking the kiss, he swept her off her feet.
Renxue's legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. A soft gasp escaped her, muffled by his lips, as the realization of his intent sent a shiver down her spine.
"Tang Yin, the height—"
She finally managed to breathe out, a flicker of nervousness in her eyes which made his heart race even faster.
"I won't let you fall," Tang Yin growled against her mouth, his voice a low, reassuring promise. The city lights below became a swirling sea of stars, the night air a cool caress against her heated skin.
Rustle, rustle, rip!
He made quick work of her gown, parting the fine fabric until her dress pooled around her waist, leaving her bare to the moonlight and his burning gaze.
Tang Yin paused for a heartbeat, his pale blue eyes drinking in the sight of her—so delicate, so achingly beautiful, so utterly vulnerable against the night sky.
She felt heat rise to her cheeks at the intensity of his stare, a nervous thrill coursing through her as her pulse quickened.
A low, appreciative rumble escaped his chest. "Of course," Tang Yin murmured, his voice tinged with awe. "Even the hair down there is golden." Then, he freed himself from his own robes, his thick, hard cock springing free.
"Shut up!" Renxue stammered, her cheeks flushed and her body arching instinctively, betraying the mounting frustration she could no longer hide—a desperate struggle of a goddess trying to reclaim the control slipping through her fingers.
Tang Yin positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing her slick folds surrounded by that golden thicket.
She felt the new sensation for the first time and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Hngh~
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
When her eyes met his, he thrust his thick shaft into her in one smooth, powerful stroke.
"Aah~!" Renxue cried out, a sharp, ecstatic sound that was lost to the night.
The sensation was very intoxicating—the cool stone beneath her, the vast open air around her, and the overwhelming fullness of his penis inside her.
He held her steady with one arm locked around her waist and the other gripping the railing beside her in a possessive cage.
Tang Yin began to move inside her tight pussy with deep and deliberate thrusts.
Thump... thump... thump...
The rhythmic sound of his hips meeting hers was a primal instinct that echoed the frantic pounding of their hearts.
The world dissolved into a haze of sensation—the wet slap of flesh against flesh and the ragged sound of their breathing.
Hah... hah.. hah...
Renxue watched his powerful body claim hers under the silver glow of the moon in ecstasy. The pressure coiled deep within her until it finally snapped.
"Aahh—nngh!" She convulsed around his thick rod with a final shuddering quiver, toes curling in pure ecstasy.
Tang Yin followed her over the edge with a guttural "Ungh!" burying his cock to the hilt as he poured himself into her.
His release was a hot possessive flood that filled her womb. Spurt... spurt... spurt.
For a long moment, their bodies stayed locked together. The only sounds were their pounding hearts and the distant whisper of the wind.
Tang Yin held her trembling body close as his seed dripped from her well-fucked cunt.
His face was buried in the crook of her neck, the scent of her hair and the warmth of their shared release overwhelming his senses.
I can't believe it… I've just claimed the most beautiful woman on the continent. Excitement surged through him, and before Renxue could even catch her breath, Tang Yin pressed on, launching into another round with ferociously.
How energetic… Qian Renxue thought, rolling her eyes in exasperation. And yet, she didn't stop him—nor could she stop herself from drowning in pleasure.
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After the banquet, Tang Yin used "catching up with a friend" as an excuse to slip away with Xue Qinhe to the Royal Palace, indulging in adultery from night until daybreak.
Though the girls were suspicious—Xiao Wu even more so, sensing the scent of another woman on him—she could find no proof and reluctantly let him off the hook.
They knew him better than he knew himself. Huo Wu muttered suspiciously, "This is new. Tang Yin's never had a male friend before."
Rongrong nodded in agreement. "That's right. Even Xue Qinhe is just perfunctory… he's the crown prince, after all."
Nearby, Ning Fenzhi heard her words and felt that something was off, but since it was at his insistence that the two had become friends, he decided to put the matter aside.
The next morning,
Renxue woke up with a pleasant ache all over her body and blinked sleepily at the sight beside her—Tang Yin, sprawled across the bed, his long blue hair a wild mess that somehow only made him more striking.
She watched him for a long moment, a small smile tugging at her lips. Finally… someone I'll love for the rest of my life, she thought, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
Tang Yin, who had been pretending to sleep, felt her touch and responded immediately, his tongue slid inside her mouth and stealing her breath, surprising her.
"You… were already awake?" Renxue asked shyly. Tang Yin nodded, a teasing smile tugged at his lips. "So even the princess of Spirit Hall can be shy? I'm probably the only man allowed to see it firsthand. Hahaha,"
She huffed at his words, feeling the urge to teach him a lesson. "If I ever hear you say such cheesy lines again, I'll complain to my grandpa—let's see how much you can laugh then."
Forehead! Isn't this girl too vengeful? he thought. Alright, let me teach you a lesson. Before she could react further, he launched a surprise tickle attack. Laughter erupted from her, filling the quiet morning with warmth.
But as her laughter slowly faded, her mind wandered to Tang Yin's connections with the Upper Three Clans. He was the son of Tang Hao, who had once belonged to the Clear Sky Clan—expelled, yes, but the ties lingered.
He had romantic entanglements with women from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect.
"Too much of a womanizer!" she hissed.
And then there was the bad blood between Spirit Hall and the Upper Three Clans. As if that weren't enough, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had already been wiped out, a casualty of Bibi Dong's ambitions.
Why did falling in love with him have to be so complicated? Renxue wondered, gazing at him with a mix of frustration and affection.
She took a deep breath and asked bluntly. "You also know there's deep hatred between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect and Spirit Hall... Which side are you going to pick? Not to mention Liu Erlong—she's also from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which was destroyed, so she likely still harbors malice toward Spirit Hall."
She was so refreshingly straightforward that even love couldn't change her—truly fitting of the future Angel God. Tang Yin thought so, his smile relaxed as he listened to her pleasant voice, staring into her violet eyes, completely unbothered by her question...
"Listen to my words! Why are you smiling so foolishly?" she demanded, frowning. "Just give me your honest answer."
Tang Yin straightened, his gaze brimming with confidence, and replied with a single, decisive word: "Neither."
Her eyes widened, stunned by his unexpected answer. After a moment of pondering, Renxue blinked and asked, her voice tinged with confusion. "What do you mean?"
Tang Yin didn't keep her guessing. Rising from the bed, he dressed slowly, each movement deliberate and calm, spreading his arms wide as if the entire world were his stage.
"My destiny isn't limited to this continent," he declared, his voice ringing with unwavering conviction. "I will rule the entire Divine Realm."
Renxue's eyes widened in awe, and seeing her reaction, Tang Yin nodded inwardly. Haha… successfully awed her, didn't I? But her next question nearly made him stumble over his own words.
"What's this Divine Realm?" She asked innocently. Tang Yin almost wanted to dig a pit and disappear, but with his powerful mental defense, he composed himself.
"It's the place where gods reside after breaking through mortality. Once you surpass Level 99, you become a god and must ascend to the Divine Realm within a 100 years, because the mortal world cannot contain a divine being."
"Oh! I see. So Angel God, who is worshiped by Spirit Hall, and the Sea God—whose artifact you've used before—are from there too?" she asked, curiosity bright in her eyes.
He nodded but shook his head with a tinge of regret. 'I wish I could see the real Angel God… someone who looked so much like Renxue.'
"The Angel God is already gone, but the Sea God still lives in the Divine Realm. And I am his chosen successor."
Qian Renxue caught the subtle regret in his expression and clenched her fist, instinctively wanting to scold him, but he continued before she could act.
"What's a single continent to me? Your vision… it's too narrow. Even the Pope of Spirit Hall has completed half her trial, and yet here you are, playing house with the nobles."
Her shock deepened, knowing her mother was already on the cusp of becoming a god. She frowned at his words, displeasure flaring, but inwardly she knew he was right—she hadn't cultivated properly during this time; otherwise, she would have already broken through to the Titled Douluo realm.
Tang Yin paused, letting his words sink in, then continued, his blue eyes blazing with ambition. "God or mortal, it doesn't matter. A true legacy isn't about who you are—it's about what you leave behind. Imagine an empire that values talent over connections, where people can live without fear of war, and even the humblest can rise to greatness."
Renxue stared, her violet eyes wide in shock and awe. Even for someone as extraordinary as her, Tang Yin's ambition felt boundless.
Then, his calm smile returned, as if reading her thoughts. "I'm not here to fight petty disputes or follow old norms. The continent, the clans, even Spirit Hall… they're all pieces of a much larger game. I intend to unite it all, creating a Super Empire—the Douluo Empire. So, what's your choice, my dear? Are you with me… or against me?"
Her heart beat faster, a mix of admiration and unease filling her chest. Renxue had always known Tang Yin was extraordinary, but this… this was beyond imagination. Should I support his ambition or forge my own path?
With a deep breath, she gave him her answer.