Chapter 415: You Call This Just A Little Bit Of Good Luck?
Chapter 415: You Call This Just A Little Bit Of Good Luck?
"Alright, you can turn around now."
Hearing Lin Qingmo’s voice, Qian Renxue carefully turned back around.
She let out a sigh of relief only after confirming that he had truly finished dressing.
However, a blush still lingered on her face, like a thin layer of sunset clouds.
"You just now..." Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, "Did you do that on purpose?"
"Do what on purpose?"
Lin Qingmo looked innocent, his expression as pure as a young monk who had just finished Cultivating in a temple.
"You were the one staring at me blankly."
"Besides, I’m the one who was seen, and I’m the one who lost out. What are you so anxious about?"
"You—"
Qian Renxue found that she was actually unable to refute him.
What he said didn’t seem wrong.
No, that’s not right.
The problem is huge!
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
She couldn’t let this guy throw her off her rhythm.
This guy had an innate ability.
He could turn any serious occasion into his home field and then defeat you with his rich experience.
"What exactly is going on with your spirit ring?"
Qian Renxue changed the subject, her tone becoming serious.
"I have never heard of a spirit ring’s age being able to be increased through Acquired means."
"Not to mention directly crossing the ten-thousand-year Bottleneck to become a 100,000-year soul ring; this completely violates the common sense of the Spirit Master’s world."
"Common sense?"
Lin Qingmo adjusted his collar unhurriedly, his movements so elegant it was as if he weren’t just putting on clothes.
"Common sense is meant to be broken."
"Can you be a little more serious?"
"I am very serious."
Lin Qingmo spread his hands, a harmless smile on his face.
"Look at my face, do I look like I’m joking?"
Qian Renxue stared at his straight-faced expression.
She really wanted to slap him.
Really, really wanted to.
But she held back.
"Do you know what this means?"
Qian Renxue’s voice lowered, her gaze subconsciously scanning the surroundings, even though only the two of them were in the secret room.
"A 100,000-year soul ring, how many people in the entire Douluo Continent possess one?"
"Tang Hao counts as one; other than him, the number of Titled Douluo who could have such an Opportunity can be counted on one hand."
She paused, emphasizing her tone.
"And you are only level sixty right now."
"Once exposed, do you know how many Titled Douluo will come to cause you trouble?"
Those Old freak.
Those madmen who covet 100,000-year soul rings.
Those factions that don’t want to see a Genius grow.
They would swarm over like sharks smelling blood, leaving not even bones left of Lin Qingmo.
"So, keep it a secret for now," Lin Qingmo said.
"For now?"
"Yes, for now."
Lin Qingmo walked to the window and reached out to push open the shutters.
The sky outside had been washed clean by the Lightning Tribulation, blue as if rinsed, without a single extra cloud.
Sunlight spilled onto his face.
"Wait until I am strong enough, strong enough that I don’t need to hide or tuck things away."
He turned back, a faint smile on his lips, "Then I will let this World take a good look."
When he said this, his tone was very flat.
But Qian Renxue saw something in those eyes.
It was a kind of absolute self-confidence.
A certainty that seeped from his very bones.
As if the 100,000-year soul ring was just an insignificant little goal on his life list, and after checking it off, there was still the next item.
"You certainly aren’t afraid," Qian Renxue huffed.
"What’s the use of being afraid?"
Lin Qingmo laughed, "Can being afraid turn the spirit ring back?"
"Can being afraid make those covetous people automatically disappear?"
"Instead of being afraid, it’s better to think about how to deal with what comes next."
He walked back two steps, then suddenly stopped.
"Speaking of which, you staring at me like this puts me under a lot of pressure."
Qian Renxue only then realized that she had been looking at him with an extremely complex gaze since just now.
That gaze was mixed with shock, curiosity, scrutiny, and a hint of something indescribable.
"Actually, I want to ask... are you human?"
Qian Renxue held it in for a long time, only to squeeze out this one sentence.
"A genuine human, no fakes," Lin Qingmo spread his hands, "Just a tiny bit luckier."
"A tiny bit?"
Qian Renxue’s mouth twitched.
Changing from three purple and two black to two purple, two black, and one red—you call that a tiny bit?
If this is called a tiny bit, then the evaluation standards for Geniuses across the entire Spirit Master’s world would have to be revised.
Those Spirit Masters who fight tooth and nail for a single ten-thousand-year spirit ring would probably collectively cough up three liters of blood if they heard this.
"Then if your luck was even better—" Qian Renxue couldn’t help but retort, "Are you planning to dye all your spirit rings red?"
Lin Qingmo actually thought about it for a second.
"It’s not impossible."
"You—"
"Just kidding."
Lin Qingmo waved his hand, his smile receding slightly.
"To tell you the truth, this improvement was beyond my expectations."
"It was because I previously absorbed a special spirit ring that would attract a Lightning Tribulation every so often; the natural increase in the spirit ring’s age was just a byproduct."
He said it very lightly.
But Qian Renxue knew that behind that so-called "byproduct" was the pain of eighty-one heavenly lightning strikes hitting his body.
It was the repeating cycle of being struck by lightning until his skin split open, only to be forcibly healed.
It was the danger of being reduced to ashes if he was the slightest bit careless.
This guy spoke with such nonchalance, but Qian Renxue was no fool.
"It hurt a lot when you were struck by lightning just now, didn’t it?" she suddenly asked.
Lin Qingmo was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"It hurt, of course it hurt."
He moved his shoulders, "But I’m used to it."
"On the path of Cultivation, how could it not hurt?"
Qian Renxue fell silent.
The two of them just stared at each other, neither speaking again.
The secret room fell quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind from outside the window.
After a while.
Qian Renxue spoke up.
"Your secret, I will not tell anyone."
Her tone was no longer as gritted-teeth as before, but had recovered the steadiness and decisiveness that a Crown Prince should have.
"But in return—"
"In return, I owe you a favor?" Lin Qingmo finished the sentence for her.
Qian Renxue glared at him, "Can you let me finish my sentence?"
"Sorry, I’m used to it."
Lin Qingmo made a gesture of invitation, "Please, continue."
"After being interrupted by you, I don’t want to say it anymore."
Qian Renxue glared at him unhappily.
"Right."
Lin Qingmo suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Qian Renxue.
"How is it outside?"
"The commotion just now was not small."
Qian Renxue snapped back to reality, the blush on her face quickly fading, replaced by a grave expression.
"Although ElderPorcupinefish and ElderSnake Lance took action to cover it up, the commotion of the Lightning Tribulation was too great."
She said in a low voice, "Eighty-one heavenly lightning strikes hit continuously; I estimate that every Spirit Master in the entire Heaven Dou City sensed it."
"I estimate it won’t be long before spies from all sides swarm over like flies."
"That is indeed troublesome."
Lin Qingmo rubbed his chin, his brain rapidly calculating countermeasures.
"I have already sent people to spread false information."
Qian Renxue said, "In the short term, no one should be able to trace it to the Crown Princes Residence."
(End of Chapter)
[Get +50 Extra Chapters on - P@tr3on "RinBlaze"]
[Every 15 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]
[Thanks for Reading!]