"May I ask you if you have any special plans for the future? Maybe I can help you?" Qian Renxue took a step forward, her tone somewhat ingratiating.
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Jing gave the girl beside him a deep look.
They are at most allies now, but why does he always have the feeling that this woman is trying to curry favor with him?
Dongfang Jing didn't think much of it.
He did have new plans afterward, but they had nothing to do with Qian Renxue.
"If there's anything I need from you, I'll ask you for help," Dongfang Jing politely declined.
Then the conversation shifted.
"Don't just sit idle. After returning to the Heavenly Struggle Royal Family, hurry up and learn what you need to learn. How to govern a country, how to ensure the people live in peace and prosperity, how to smoothly complete the transfer of power..."
Qian Renxue frowned.
She always felt that Dongfang Jing was lecturing her.
This boy is clearly several years younger than her!
Yet, he couldn't find any words to refute it. Because everything he said was correct.
"Okay, I've got it." Qian Renxue nodded, pursing her lips.
As the outline of the hotel where Dongfang Jing was staying came into view at the end of the street ahead, Qian Renxue knew that the time the two of them had left together was running out.
"Is there anything else you need to tell me?" Qian Renxue stopped in her tracks, somewhat reluctant to leave.
After thinking for a moment, Dongfang Jing finally decided to say something.
"If you can obtain the inheritance of the Angel God, I will not interfere. But Qian Renxue, you must remember one thing."
"What?"
Dongfang Jing looked directly into her eyes and spoke, word by word.
"Whether you become a god or an emperor in the future, never forget your original intention."
"Goodbye, that's all."
After a brief farewell, Dongfang Jing turned and walked into the hotel.
Qian Renxue stood there, stunned.
My original intention?
What was my original intention?
Is it gaining his mother's approval? Is it unifying the continent? Is it proving himself?
still...
Qian Renxue stood there, watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance, and the answer that had once been so clear in her mind began to become blurry.
But there was one thing she was certain of.
After today, her thoughts are different from yesterday.
Qian Renxue stood there for a long time, until Dongfang Jing's figure was completely out of sight.
Only then did she take a step.
Two figures followed closely behind from the shadows.
It's a serpent spear and a porcupine.
Serpent Spear asked in a low voice, "Young Master, are you alright?"
"It's nothing." Qian Renxue's voice returned to its icy tone, completely devoid of the cheerfulness and gentleness from before, and she quickened her pace.
"Return to the palace."
...
Time flies like an arrow.
Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Tian Dou South Suburb, Qinghe Town.
This is a small town near the border, with fewer than two thousand residents, mostly farmers and a few small businesses.
The town is small, so news travels very fast.
That evening.
Old Liu was brewing a pot of coarse tea at a tea stall at the entrance of town, chatting with a few old friends.
Have you heard?
Old Zhang, who sells sesame cakes, leaned closer and whispered, "Something happened again in the next town a few days ago."
"What happened?"
"A gang of degenerates, more than a dozen in total, were hiding in an abandoned mine outside the next town, specializing in kidnapping passing merchants."
Old Liu was startled: "More than a dozen? What about the garrison at the town entrance? What about the guards?"
"The garrison can't handle those beasts." Old Zhang curled his lip. "Those guys can't beat a Soul Master. I heard that a squad from the garrison went in, and not a single one of them came out alive."
"And then what happened?"
Old Zhang's expression turned mysterious.
"Later, the people from the Temple of the Blazing Sun arrived."
Upon hearing these four words, the eyes of several old men in the teahouse lit up.
"The Temple of the Blazing Sun, the one that specializes in killing the fallen?"
"That's right!" Old Zhang slammed his hand on the table excitedly. "My cousin happened to be passing through the next town that night and saw it with his own eyes—sixteen people! Some of them even had wings on their backs and flew down from the sky."
"It flew down?! It must be of a very high level!"
"Who cares what level they are?" Old Zhang gestured with his hands. "In about half an incense stick's time, a scream came from the abandoned mine, and then those sixteen people came out, completely clean. More than a dozen evil soul masters, not one of them escaped!"
"Good!" Old Liu slapped his thigh. "These beasts should have died long ago. Last month, Old Wang's mother was kidnapped by an evil spirit master, and they still haven't found her."
The old men became more and more excited as they talked.
"I heard that there are Soul Masters with Angelic Martial Souls in the Blazing Sun Temple," Old Zhao, who sells vegetables, interjected. "My son lives in Heaven Dou City, and he said that the Soul Masters in the city are all saying that the Blazing Sun Temple is related to the Spirit Hall."
"No," Old Zhang immediately retorted. "My cousin said it has nothing to do with the Spirit Hall. The people from the Blazing Sun Temple wear close-fitting clothes with gold trim and a sun symbol on their backs. They are completely different from the Spirit Hall."
"Some people say it's related to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School," Old Zhao added, "because someone saw people from the Blazing Sun Temple using the Pagoda Martial Soul."
"That's strange. They have both Angelic Martial Soul and Pagoda Martial Soul. Shouldn't the Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School be at odds? So what exactly is their background?"
No one can explain it clearly.
The name "Blazing Sun Temple" has only become popular on the mainland in the last two years.
It appeared out of nowhere; nobody knew where its headquarters were or how many people were there.
But everyone knows one thing.
The Temple of the Blazing Sun is dedicated to killing the fallen.
In just two short years.
Within the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, wherever the Fallen Ones cause trouble, people from the Blazing Sun Temple will appear.
They acted swiftly and decisively.
They would fight and leave without leaving their names, without taking any money, and without seeking credit from any power.
This was unbelievable to everyone.
The Holy Knights of the Spirit Hall also kill the Fallen.
But they made a big fuss, and afterwards they had to register everywhere.
The people from the Temple of Blazing Sun disappeared after they finished their work.
The next time it appears, it may be hundreds of miles away.
Ordinary people don't understand the rules of Soul Masters.
They simply felt that the Temple of the Blazing Sun were good people.
"Who cares who's behind him?" Old Liu raised his teacup. "As long as they can kill the evil spirit master, they're doing a great job. Let's toast the Blazing Sun Temple."
"Cheers! I don't believe in Buddha or God, but from now on, I believe in the Blazing Sun God!"
"Me too!"
Several old men clinked their teacups together.
Dusk fell in Qinghe Town amidst the chatter.
at this time.
Tian Dou City, a thousand miles away.
The largest restaurant in the city, Tianxiang Pavilion.
A young man walked up the stairs toward a private room on the top floor.
Dongfang Jing was dressed in a white and gold outfit. The clothes were simple, with a dark gold belt around her waist, which made her look tall and slender.
Her silver, wispy hair fell across her forehead, giving her a carefree look.
In five years, Dongfangjing has changed a lot.
Dongfang Jing was twenty-two years old, a time of youthful vigor. His facial features had become more defined, his jawline was strong, and his golden eyes were deep and reserved.
His demeanor is also different from five years ago; it's no longer that sharp, assertive edge, but rather a composed and mature quality.
Like a knife that has been repeatedly tempered.
When it's not drawn, it looks quite ordinary.
But as long as someone dares to get close, they can feel that deep-seated, irresistible sense of oppression.
His soul power, gained through five years of sparring and fighting with powerful figures such as the Snow Empress, Ice Empress, and Bi Ji, has led to some enlightenment.
Level 97!
He is only two levels away from becoming a Limit Douluo.
Dongfang Jing went up to the top floor and stopped at the door of the innermost private room.
He reached out and pushed the door open, then went inside.
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