Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two terrifying attacks kept clashing for as long as a quarter of an hour. Qian Renxue's face grew paler and paler; she had not expected Oscar's assault to be so fierce.
Having almost exhausted everything, Qian Renxue barely held on for that quarter hour, and finally her soul power was spent.
The six-winged angel began to blur and then dissolved into points of light that slowly vanished.
The huge spear of radiant light, with no remaining energy to sustain it, was corroded bit by bit by the six rotating wheels, then turned toward Qian Renxue as she rematerialized into human form and fell from the sky.
At that moment Oscar voluntarily retracted the wheel formation, his figure shrinking back to three meters, and like a streak of black light he shot toward the falling Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue, drained of soul power, could not even maintain flight; she fell weakly and felt the long-unfamiliar sensation of weightlessness.
She had lost. She had lost just like that.
Oscar had not even used his Martial Soul; he had only used a soul technique from a Martial Soul he did not even know the name of, and she had been defeated by him?
She understood the power of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger soul beast, but she never imagined Oscar could actually transform into a real Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.
For a moment she even wondered whether Oscar was a soul beast incarnate who had reformed into human. Otherwise, how could a human possess the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's strength, and be so over the top?
The confidence she had built over a long time was shattered in an instant. Qian Renxue found it hard to believe what Oscar must have gone through to possess strength like this.
She, with the Angel deity inheritance, abundant resources, and profound background, could not beat a mere Oscar?
How many years had passed? The soul king from the Soul Master Tournament had now grown to a level she could not match.
Just as these thoughts flashed through her mind, her falling body was caught by a huge, sturdy figure; her soft body pressed against a broad, warm chest.
Oscar retracted his Killing God Domain and slowly returned from the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger form to normal human size. Black wings on his back fluttered lightly as he looked down at the weak Qian Renxue in his arms.
Qian Renxue looked at Oscar's restored handsome face. Because of the change in size, he was left wearing only a distinctive pair of trousers.
She lay against those perfect abs and felt the beating of the heart in his chest. This was the first time she had ever been so close to a man.
A strong release of hormones surged through her. Qian Renxue wanted to break free of Oscar's embrace but could not escape his powerful arms.
The warm hand at her waist made her cheeks gradually flush: "Let me go!"
Oscar smiled faintly. "If your soul power had been exhausted and you fell from a hundred meters, you would likely have become a pancake. If you want to die, fine, but I do not want that."
Qian Renxue understood what Oscar meant. She was the apple of her grandfather's eye; if anything happened to her, her grandfather would stop at nothing to take revenge on the Sword Sect.
Just as the Sword Sect now could not do without Oscar, otherwise Qian Daoliu could have directly moved against Oscar and avoided all this fuss.
Qian Renxue said fiercely, "If your hand dares to do anything to me, I—"
At that, Oscar could not help but pinch Qian Renxue's soft waist. "My hand? Have you forgotten what you promised me?"
"Now that I have won, not only will you marry me, you must allow me other women. Are you unhappy just from a hug? Later when you see other women by my side, won't you—"
Before Oscar could finish, Qian Renxue struggled violently. "Bastard!"
But how could Oscar's strength be something Qian Renxue could break free from?
Oscar kept holding her, not even bothering to put on clothes, his black wings turning into a streak of light as he disappeared over the plain.
Their battle had been comparable to a clash between titled Douluos; perhaps someone had noticed, perhaps not, but neither of them stayed in place.
Oscar carried Qian Renxue all the way into Mori City and into the Sword Sect's Young Sect Lord residence before finally setting her down.
Everyone who witnessed the scene along the way was stunned. Wasn't the Young Sect Lord's wife commonly recognized as Dugu Yan? Why was the Young Sect Lord bringing back such a gorgeous beauty in his arms? And where were his clothes? He was only wearing some kind of trousers? How desperate could he be?
Fortunately, Oscar held absolute authority in the Sword Sect; no one dared gossip, and everyone pretended not to see.
But there were many spies from other factions in Mori City. Oscar did this on purpose, to show them.
The Soul Hall's Pope Qian Daoliu had only just announced the Saintess Qian Renxue's news. Now the Saintess was in the arms of the Sword Sect's Young Sect Lord?
Qian Renxue, who had barely kept from devouring Oscar along the way, faced such public humiliation. How could she ever show her face again?
After landing, Oscar reluctantly released the fragrant beauty. Qian Renxue had regained some soul power and immediately launched a low sweeping kick at Oscar's groin.
Oscar simply reached out, grabbed the slender leg, and pulled her close, lifting her right leg. If not for her safety shorts, she would have been exposed.
Qian Renxue glared at him fiercely. "You bastard, forget it. I will beat you until you lose your teeth!"
Oscar drew close to her pretty face and shoved a sausage into her mouth.
"Mmm," Qian Renxue could not stop herself. After the sausage entered, it turned into refined soul power and flowed into her abdomen. "What did you make me eat?!"
The action was far too humiliating: being held by one leg, forced into a standing split, and then having a large sausage stuffed into her mouth.
Before she could continue to rage, she noticed her over-consumed soul power and her spirit power recovering at a frightening speed.
In mere seconds, more than half of her soul power had returned.
What terrifying soul technique was this? Was this Oscar's other Martial Soul?
A sausage is food, so Oscar's second Martial Soul must be of the food type. She had experienced food-type soul masters before, but none had such an effect.
Even food-type soul masters at the Soul Douluo level did not have restorative techniques this potent.
Oscar let go of Qian Renxue's calf and slowly stepped aside.
He took out a set of casual clothes from a soul device and put them on with a turn.
Oscar sat at the stone table under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard and looked at Qian Renxue with a smile. "You do not deserve to complain about losing, and if you follow me you will not be at a disadvantage. Do not be angry."
Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes at him as if killing intent were about to explode. "If you had that soul technique, why did you not use it earlier?"
Oscar shrugged helplessly. "Was it not to give you time to calm down? I was afraid you might do something drastic."
Oscar would never admit it was to hold Qian Renxue longer. Seeing Oscar's helpless look, Qian Renxue nearly drew the Angel Holy Sword to cut him down.
But now that it had come to this, she had to admit she was outmatched; fighting was pointless.
She stopped looking at Oscar and began to inspect the luxurious mansion.
Being carried inside she had only thought to hide her face, so she had not had a chance to look. Now was a good opportunity.
Oscar poured two cups of fragrant honey. "No rush. I will take you around slowly. If you get tired in the future, come find me."
Qian Renxue ignored him and wandered into the house. Once out of Oscar's sight, her cheeks were as red as an apple. She still felt as if someone had been kneading her waist!
"Bastard!" she spat.
It was an indescribable feeling.
She had thought Oscar was merely a jerk, but his strength could actually crush her.
If not for the arranged meeting, she might still have been lost in dreaming of invincibility.
Now she had been awakened with one punch and had learned there were people stronger than her.
Yet in her impression of Oscar he was still that gentle handsome man; although exceptionally gifted, he had seemed far behind her.
She had not expected that in only a few years he would have grown to this degree.
She was truly grateful for her grandfather's farsightedness. If Oscar were to fully mature, where would the Soul Hall be then?
As the inheritor of the Angel deity, she understood too well how much the deity trial could elevate a soul master.
Judging by Oscar's current strength, in perhaps less than five years he might even rival her grandfather.
Qian Renxue now could contend with titled Douluos under level ninety-five, yet she had not even gotten a chance to force Oscar to draw his sword; that alone showed how formidable he was.
She casually toured the residence. The maids, seeing a woman as delicate and elegant as a celestial being, with looks and figure rivaling Dugu Yan, merely bowed slightly and continued their duties.
Qian Renxue had no interest in a man's home. After calming herself, she returned slowly to the courtyard. Seeing Oscar pinching a porcelain cup under the osmanthus tree, savoring it, she clenched her fist.
"Lecher, you bastard!"
Oscar smiled when he saw her come out. "Sit."
Qian Renxue forced her emotions down and treated the embrace as if she had been groped by a dog.
"You did that on purpose," she said, picking up the cup and drinking it down before slamming it on the table.
Oscar refilled it for her. "Wasn't it obvious?"
"You!" Qian Renxue held back the impulse to throw the fragrant honey into Oscar's face.
Oscar calmly said, "You are now undercover in the Heavenly Dou Royal Family. If people see you openly with me, their suspicion of you will naturally decrease."
"Should I be thanking you for that?" Qian Renxue ground her teeth.
Oscar waved his hand. "No need. We will be family in the future; no need to talk about families."
He continued, "Rest at the Sword Sect for two days, then I will take you back to the Soul Hall to propose."
At those words Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed. "You have thought it through. But the empire's crown prince disappeared for no reason. Do you think—"
Before she finished, Oscar interrupted, "Isn't the crown prince currently in the Eastern Palace?"
Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow. "You already know that? It seems in these years not only has your strength improved frighteningly, your reach has lengthened as well."
Since deciding to train hard to increase her cultivation, Qian Renxue had personally chosen a substitute to handle emergencies.
She sneered. "It seems the Sword Sect's ambitions are also big. Even if the imperial crown prince was replaced, they can keep their composure."
Oscar smiled calmly. "Same for both sides."
Qian Renxue did not waste words. "Since things have come this far, I will not argue with you. The Soul Hall will unify the continent sooner or later. After the Soul Empire is established, your Sword Sect will be the protector sect of the nation."
Oscar raised an eyebrow. "You are very straightforward."
"If you agree, I will marry you. Two deity inheritors joining together, even if other deity inheritors appear on the continent, they would have to submit under our rule."
"We could even seize those inheritances and split them between our families. How about that?"
Oscar looked at Qian Renxue intently. "The offer is tempting, but—"
"But what? Is there a better option?" Qian Renxue pressed on. "Your talent is indeed above mine; I admit that. But the Sword Sect has only just emerged. No matter how ambitious, it lacks the foundation of the Soul Hall. Cooperation with us is the best path."
Oscar pondered for a moment and then smiled slowly. "How about this: give me the imperial throne of the Soul Empire, keep the Soul Hall as it is, and the continent can still venerate angels, but I want more faith."
At that Qian Renxue's brows rose. "You! You have such ambition? Why should the Sword Sect have that right?"
"Because I defeated you. The saying goes marry what you marry, follow where you follow. As an Angel inheritor you must listen to me. Consider the Soul Hall as the dowry."
Qian Renxue burst out laughing in disbelief. "You think the Sword Sect can beat the Soul Hall?"
Oscar shook his head. "I do not know, but we must try."
Qian Renxue sneered. "You are not going to hide this? Aren't you afraid I will go back and tell my grandfather so he will crush the Sword Sect?"
Oscar smiled faintly. "Do you think I brought you back to the Sword Sect for that reason?"
He took Qian Renxue's fair hand in his, not giving her the chance to avoid him. "Elder Yang has a precious pill, just one could greatly increase our chances of conceiving a child. Once that happens, the matter will be settled; even if you do not agree, you will have to accept it."
At those words Qian Renxue slapped him, but Oscar easily held her hand.
Killing intent almost overflowed from her eyes. "Oscar, I did not expect you to be such a petty man. If you dare to do that, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and kill you!"
Oscar looked helpless. "I do not want to, but if you will not accept my proposal, I have no other choice."
"You will be the father of the child no matter what. You cannot very well let the child be fatherless, can you?"
At those words, it was as if five thunderbolts struck Qian Renxue. Memories she had buried returned and struck her mind.
She remembered her childhood.
Noticing Qian Renxue's change, Oscar's smile remained. He had done this on purpose; otherwise why go through so much trouble to bring her back?
From the moment he decided to meet Qian Renxue, he had a wild idea.
Instead of treating the Soul Hall as an enemy, why not turn an enemy into a friend? After all, the person in power at the Soul Hall was Qian Daoliu, not the mad Bibi Dong.
The best way to turn an enemy into a friend was to make them family.
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