Chapter 285: Qian Renchuan—Ning Rongrong, I Refuse!
The Snowy Swan Kiss itself carried no poison but had a single function: catalysis. Even if you only brushed against it, any virus present in that area would multiply countless times. In many instances, this so-called "Snowy Swan Kiss" was more fearsome than any toxin. Even holding it with Mysterious Jade Hand made Qian Renchuan uneasy.
Such was the terrifying potency of the herb that he dared not refine it into any poison. If, while refining, he inhaled even a trace, death was certain—who could guarantee they carried no hidden virus at all?
Waving his hand lightly, the snowy "Snowy Swan Kiss" floated down, falling into the dark-red plasma below. In an instant, the blood-like slurry devoured it, and it vanished without a trace.
It looked as though the liquid had not been affected, but Qian Renchuan knew that this herb brought a catastrophic catalyst to the Slaughter City. Its medicinal properties would magnify the toxins in that fiendish blood to an infinite degree.
With that as its foundation, how could the Slaughter City remain?
"This continent has chosen a path to death—hope you all like my gift. Give proper devotion to the Divine Ancestor. Remember that everything has its price!"
Having tossed the Snowy Swan Kiss into the blood-river, Qian Renchuan summoned his two pairs of blood-colored wings, speeding toward the distant exit a thousand meters away—a large oval of white radiance.
In a flash, Qian Renchuan dove into the white radiance.
All around him, everything transformed. The instant he passed through that white screen, he felt as though stepping into a special realm.
Empty whiteness engulfed him. His Slaughter Angel state was sealed by an invisible power in that world of white, leaving him unable to muster the slightest strength. Only the sensation of coldness remained. The chilling murderous aura condensed at Qian Renchuan's forehead, forming a blood-colored sword-shaped mark.
He lost track of how long passed. When he finally came around from the pain, it felt like awakening from a dream.
His body now lay amid a patch of Blue Silver Grass that bathed him in strands of mild warmth, removing all agony. His entire body felt comfortable, reacquainting him with spirit power's flow and the presence of his spirit abilities.
Attempting to rise, Qian Renchuan felt light as air. Turning his head, he discovered he still possessed the Slaughter Angel form. Upon the chest of his Slaughter Angel appeared a white bat insignia.
When he attempted to sense that white mark, surging white light poured forth from his Slaughter Angel, yet swiftly turned colorless. At once, his perception of the world shifted. Even the Blue Silver Grass he was so close to trembled under that intangible flow.
This was the Deathgod Domain!
Possibly because he'd taken too long to absorb the God-bestowed Ring, or because it had suppressed him heavily, Qian Renchuan was just able to display normal human emotional fluctuations. Yet even so, his brow was marked by a barely hidden savage aura.
Briefly experiencing the Deathgod Domain, Qian Renchuan next summoned his three purple, two black, two red soul rings. Activating the seventh ring, a dazzling blue-gold radiance enveloped him, and momentarily he became a humanoid Blue Silver Emperor. Within his sight, everything in a hundred-meter radius turned blue-gold, surrounding him in a vast sea of blue-gold. The place he stood bristled with a proliferation of Blue Silver Grass.
In that instant, Qian Renchuan sensed he could hear the pulse of every plant within a kilometer, and every single Blue Silver Grass acted like an extension of his limbs. He was confident that even the most intricate maneuvers would remain fully under his control. Attacking with blade-like leaves, he would become a colossal killing machine.
That lethal range likely surpassed even the largest-scale Tang Sect hidden weapon—Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, which could wipe out a sect in one blast. Of course, that referred only to area coverage. As for raw destructive power, the Blue Silver Grass leaves obviously couldn't match the might of a Buddha Fury Tang Lotus.
The Blue Silver Emperor's seventh spirit skill, Blue Silver Avatar.
Its effect: any Blue Silver Emperor skill was strengthened by one hundred percent, and any single Blue Silver Emperor blade could become a host for Qian Renchuan's consciousness. Unless every blade in a hundred-meter radius were eradicated at once, no one could kill him. He could appear anywhere among them at any time to evade attacks.
Qian Renchuan was sure that with these abilities, he was strong enough to challenge a Title Douluo. Likely, he surpassed most Title Douluo in the Elder Palace.
"Your Highness, the Holy Son."
Nearby, hidden outside the Slaughter City, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo rushed over upon sensing that tremendous life force, both showing expressions of shock—indeed, the seventh ring was a hundred-thousand-year ring! Where did a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast come from in the Slaughter City?
"Elders Chrysanthemum, Ghost."
Qian Renchuan deactivated his Blue Silver Avatar and floated down. He'd regrown his hair during that transformation, so it once again fell over his shoulders.
"Your Highness, what happened to your appearance?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo noted his pure white hair and blood-colored pupils.
"There's a long story behind that. How long have I been in the Slaughter City?" Qian Renchuan asked.
"Roughly one year and nine months."
So it took over three months to absorb that God-bestowed Spirit Ring, Qian Renchuan mused. But the benefits were enormous; his spirit power alone had risen four and a half levels.
"Elders, let's return to Spirit Hall. Though first, I'd like to stop in Element City at the Shui clan."
Qian Renchuan glanced down at his belly; after being starved for three months, he was ravenous. He needed a proper feast.
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, seeing him lower his head, assumed the visit to the Shui clan was for romantic reasons. Chrysanthemum Douluo laughed:
"Your Highness, you enjoy quite a lot of good fortune."
Qian Renchuan looked up, somewhat puzzled.
Chrysanthemum Douluo explained: "You may not have heard. After the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan fell, Ning Fengzhi and his daughter Ning Rongrong survived, escaping to Spirit Hall.
"Ning Fengzhi is now one of our new Elders. He proposed that his daughter be betrothed to you. That little girl Ning Rongrong is truly something else—she can hardly be matched even by our Holy Maiden.
"Her Holiness, the Holy Lady, readily agreed. Everything's prepared, waiting only for your return to handle the aftermath of the Slaughter City and hold a wedding for you, Shui Bing'er, and Ning Rongrong all at once."
At those words, Qian Renchuan immediately retorted: "I don't agree! I absolutely refuse!"
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