"Bi Ji, Xue Di, Bing Di... each of them is stronger than a Super Douluo, or even at the level of a Limit Douluo. Such powerful individuals are extremely rare among human soul masters. Yet, Dongfang Jing has gathered so many around him all at once."
"Don't you think this number is too abnormal?"
Qian Renxue's gaze was deep: "Leaving aside the friendship and bonds between partners, I boldly speculate that those powerful individuals following Dongfang Jing are very likely also soul beasts."
"If they really are soul beasts..." She Long took a deep breath, "then how many tens of thousands of years of cultivation have they accumulated?"
Qian Renxue shook her head, because she didn't know either, nor did she dare to ask Dongfang Jing.
But she knew something else.
"There's one more thing." Qian Renxue walked behind the desk, opened a hidden compartment, and took out a yellowed scroll.
She spread the scroll out on the table.
The painting depicts a woman.
Long blue hair and a gentle appearance.
Although the painting technique is rough, the clear eyes are painted with great expressiveness.
In the corner of the scroll, there is a line of small characters.
[Spirit Hall Hunting Record, Volume 73: Qian Xunji Leads Elders to Encircle and Suppress Haotian Douluo Tang Hao and His 100,000-Year-Old Soul Beast Wife.]
"I found this in the Spirit Hall's database." Qian Renxue pointed to the woman's face in the painting. "The woman in the painting is Tang Hao's wife from back then."
"Her name is A Yin. She looks exactly like the woman next to Dongfang Jing."
"How could there be two people in the world who look so alike?"
The answer no longer needs to be spoken.
The person who followed Dongfang Jing, Ah Yin, was actually him, but it is unknown why he was resurrected.
She Long remained silent for a long time.
If Qian Renxue's speculations are all true, it means that the group of "Title Douluo" surrounding Dongfang Jing are not actually human.
They are soul beasts that can transform into human form while retaining powerful cultivation.
The place they were in was the Star Dou Great Forest.
Therefore, when Dongfang Jing said "the forest is dangerous," it wasn't just a casual remark.
He was strong and sturdy in the forest, and he knew better than anyone what was in that forest.
She Long suddenly felt a chill down his back.
At the same time, he admired Qian Renxue's insight even more.
"Young Master, do you... intend to verify this matter with Dongfang Jing?"
Qian Renxue shook her head.
She rolled up the scroll again and put it back in the hidden compartment.
"Won't."
"Why?"
"Because if I ask, it's like telling him that I've been investigating the people around him." Qian Renxue walked back to the window and sat down again. "Once this kind of thing is exposed, no matter how you explain it, it will make people feel uncomfortable."
She sighed softly.
"We've worked so hard to become friends, we can't let this ruin everything."
She Long watched Qian Renxue's retreating figure, remained silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Young Master is far-sighted."
Qian Renxue did not respond.
She stared at the night outside the window, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on the embroidered cushion.
What good will it do to know?
Even if all the women around him were transformed soul beasts that had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, it wouldn't affect their cooperation with Dongfang Jing.
only...
Qian Renxue's gaze darkened.
Just thinking about the women surrounding him, whether human or beast, each one of them was stunningly beautiful.
And I am clearly no worse than them.
But he never even glanced at me twice...
Qian Renxue sat by the window in a daze for a while, then suddenly stood up.
Just as She Long was about to ask if something had happened, he saw Qian Renxue walk straight to the bronze dressing mirror in the corner of the bedroom.
The bronze mirror was polished to a shine, without a trace of fog.
Qian Renxue stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the mirror.
She first looked at it from the front.
Then turn to the side.
Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her waist, and her face was so exquisitely beautiful that there wasn't a single flaw.
Every feature of her face is perfectly proportioned, and her figure is slender and well-proportioned, with everything in the right place and everything in the right place.
Qian Renxue slightly raised her chin and struck a pose for herself in the mirror.
'really.'
'No matter how you look at it, I'm perfect, both in terms of looks and figure.'
She never doubted her appearance.
She was well aware that the bloodline of the angel god and the Sen family had endowed her with a beauty that was beyond the reach of mortals.
'But what exactly is this Eastern Mirror?'
Qian Renxue stared at her own eyes in the mirror, becoming more and more resentful.
"With a face like mine, wouldn't everyone in any city be captivated? What noble families, what stunning beauties—they all pale in comparison to me."
'But what about him?'
'Every time we meet, we finish our business and leave; I don't even have the interest to say a single unnecessary word.'
Qian Renxue thought of Bi Ji, who was beside Dongfang Jing.
That green-haired woman was indeed beautiful, with a gentle and refined temperament, looking like someone who had stepped out of a painting.
Then came Snow Emperor and Ice Emperor.
One had white hair and icy skin, the other had emerald eyes and green hair; both were extremely cold and beautiful, naturally alluring.
Each one is absolutely stunning.
But if they really are soul beasts in human form...
Qian Renxue's brows slowly furrowed.
Converted to human years...
Qian Renxue's lips twitched.
So... he likes older women?
'But...aren't they a bit too old?'
'It's hundreds of thousands of years old!'
Qian Renxue did the math in her head, and the more she calculated, the more ridiculously large the gap seemed.
Comparing myself to Brigitte and others in age is like a newly sprouted blade of grass comparing its seniority to that of a towering ancient tree that has lived for countless years.
'No, no, I can't think like that.' Qian Renxue shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off these messy thoughts.
But that stifling feeling just wouldn't dissipate.
She looked at herself in the mirror for a while, then suddenly turned her head and looked at She Long standing in the corner.
"Uncle She Long."
"Young Master, please speak."
Are you married?
This question came out of nowhere.
She Long was stunned for a moment, completely baffled as to why his young master would suddenly ask this.
But he still nodded obediently.
"Young Master, I am indeed married. My wife is an ordinary woman from Wuhun City."
"So how did you and your lover meet?" Qian Renxue asked with a hint of curiosity. "How did you fall in love? And how did you finally confirm your relationship?"
She Long was completely stunned.
He looked into Qian Renxue's golden eyes, which held a serious expression.
She Long immediately understood.
The young master is troubled by matters of the heart again.
He coughed lightly, carefully choosing his words.
To be honest, She Long doesn't really have any experience to share in this area.
Because he was originally from a commoner background, he cultivated with all his might, and once he reached the level of a Title Douluo, he didn't need to chase after anyone.
Once you've got the title of "Title Douluo," status, wealth, and beautiful women will all come knocking on your door.
His acquaintance with his wife was also very simple.
When he was young, he had just returned from a mission and passed by a wonton stall. He thought the wontons there tasted good. He started eating there often and eventually became friends with the stall owner's daughter.
And then... there were no dramatic events, it just happened naturally.
However, this experience is clearly not suitable as a reference for Qian Renxue.
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