Douluo, Qingmei Qianrenxue, Opening with Soul Ring Changing to Soul Vein 25

Chapter 25: Xiaofeng, Don’t Look Back, It’s Lingyuan

Ye Wanqing watched Lingyuan’s demeanor with a look of amazement. She’d never seen her sister like this before. Could love really be that magical? Maybe she should tell Zixin to lend her some of her romance novels. She was genuinely curious. No, Zixin had enough novels to build a mountain; she couldn’t possibly read them all. She’d just “borrow” some directly from her sometime.

Lingyuan listened attentively to Ye Mu’s patient explanation, her eyes sparkling, occasionally nodding in agreement. After drinking a cup of tea, Ye Mu cleared her throat:

“Well, that’s basically it. Later…”

Ye Mu glanced behind her and whispered in Lingyuan’s ear, “I’ll have Wanqing give you my old notes.”

Lingyuan’s mouth slightly parted. So, they even kept notes on this kind of thing…

It seemed like all the women in the Ye family were a bit… unusual. Wanqing, needless to say, and Ye Mu even pursued Ye Fu and kept notes on it. Zixin seemed to be a devoted romance novel addict.

Lingyuan nodded slightly. “Thank you.”

Looking at the three smiling women, Lingyuan ultimately didn’t mention the problem of her Nine-Hearted Seagod’s Heart (九心海棠) soul power.

She thought to herself, she should greet Xiaofeng first and discuss it with him. If she told Wanqing and the others first, and things didn’t go well afterward, it wouldn’t be respectful to Xiaofeng, and it would also give Wanqing and the others false hope. That wouldn’t be good.

Lingyuan thanked Ye Mu and left the reception hall with Ye Wanqing.

“Then, Wanqing, I’ll be going? I’ll come find you later. I can’t stay in Tian Dou City for long; I still have things to do.”

Ye Wanqing’s eyes dimmed as she kicked a small stone away. “So soon? I wanted to catch up with you properly. The Spirit Hall is such a hassle. I told you not to join in the first place. It’s always missions, missions, cultivation, cultivation.”

Lingyuan chuckled, pinching Ye Wanqing’s cute nose. “Alright, I’ll play with you again later. You should also hurry up with your cultivation. I haven’t seen you in so long, how are you still only level 47?”

Ye Wanqing frowned. “Do you think everyone has your talent? My innate soul power is only level 6, and my soul power is just a common Hawthorn Flower. Reaching level 47 is already pretty good, okay? Future Soul Saint, guaranteed.”

Lingyuan smiled awkwardly. “Speaking of which, is the Hawthorn Flower a degraded version of the Nine-Hearted Seagod’s Heart? Or is the Nine-Hearted Seagod’s Heart a mutated and evolved version?”

Ye Wanqing tilted her head; she obviously hadn’t thought about this issue much. “It should be the former? After all, the Nine-Hearted Seagod’s Heart keeps appearing… No, it feels weird. I don’t want to think about it…”

“Then let’s not think about it. I’ll go now, and we’ll see each other soon.”

Lingyuan waved her hand, and her figure dissipated. Ye Wanqing looked at the empty space beside her, pouting.

“Everyone is making trouble for themselves. Like me, just eat, play, and occasionally take on small tasks. Isn’t that much better…”

……

When Lingyuan returned to the base, she saw Lin Feng closing his eyes and resting at the table. After considering Ye Mu’s advice, she glanced at Qian Renxue in the distance.

Her figure suddenly appeared behind Lin Feng, and she knelt down. Her delicate hands gently pressed onto Lin Feng’s shoulders, relieving his fatigue.

“Who’s there?”

“Xiaofeng, don’t look back. It’s Lingyuan.”

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. Where did Lingyuan learn that line? It sounded so strange.

“Um, thank you.”

Lingyuan’s face flushed red. Looking at Lin Feng, who was now more relaxed, she softly said, “How does the pressure feel? Should I increase the strength?”

“Hmm, you can.”

As soon as Lingyuan heard that, a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. Her thumb started to move towards Lin Feng’s neck, giving him a neck massage.

“Hmm~ Lingyuan, your massage techniques have gotten even better lately. It feels great.”

“Does Xiaofeng like it?”

Lin Feng nodded. “Of course I do. It’s Lingyuan giving me a massage; how could I not like it?”

“Hehehe.”

Lingyuan was delighted. “You’ve been thinking for so long, your mind must be a bit tired. Lie down, and I’ll give you a massage on your temples.”

“I’m alright; I feel pretty good right now.”

“Hmm?”

Lingyuan pressed Lin Feng down, placing him on her lap, her eyes carrying a hint of warning. “I suddenly feel quite tired. Please, Lingyuan, give me a good massage.”

“Hmm~” Lingyuan smiled with satisfaction.

Lin Feng looked at the “jade bowl” before him, thinking to himself, “Oh no.” He seemed to really like this feeling? This can’t be right! This isn’t right!

“Xiaofeng, I really wish I could massage you forever.”

Lin Feng closed his eyes. “I will, as long as Lingyuan wants, I will always be here.”

Lingyuan’s eyes lit up. Was that Xiaofeng’s response? She breathed a sigh of relief and happily massaged Lin Feng’s temples.

She glanced at Qian Renxue in the distance and pondered how to get Qian Renxue to accept her. She seemed to have revealed some signs lately, and Qian Renxue had noticed, but she hadn’t mocked or rejected her. She hadn’t restricted her interactions with Xiaofeng either. Was this a chance she was giving her? What exactly was Xiaoxue’s attitude?

Lingyuan didn’t mind. The main wife is yours; getting a position would be more than enough.

……

Qian Renxue glanced unintentionally toward Lin Feng’s room and sighed softly.

“Lingyuan, if it weren’t for your kindness to me when we were children, and these past few years of seeing how meticulous you are with Xiaofeng, and how Xiaofeng feels something for you, do you think I’d let you be? If I were afraid of rejecting you and affecting Xiaofeng’s mood, I wouldn’t share him.”

“Young Master?”

Seeing Qian Renxue lost in thought, Chrysanthemum Douluo asked in confusion.

“Oh, nothing, I just thought of something.”

“What is it?”

“None of your business!”

Qian Renxue glared at Chrysanthemum Douluo; he had interrupted her earlier.

Chrysanthemum Douluo twitched his mouth. “Consider it unasked.”

Qian Renxue looked at her reflection in the mirror with displeasure. “It’s so annoying. This prince has such an effeminate air. He has a male body, but lacks masculinity. Neither male nor female. Thinking about having to pretend to be like this in the future is just annoying.”

Chrysanthemum Douluo thoughtfully said, “Young Master, Xue Qinghe is only 15 years old now, his appearance hasn’t fully matured yet. We can make some adjustments every once in a while.”

Qian Renxue nodded slightly. “That’s true, but still, my Xiaofeng is the most handsome. These nobles and royals all look the same. They live in luxury and extravagance.”

“Correct, Your Highness. This plan is for a larger strategy in the future. Once we take control of Tian Dou, the continent will eventually be unified. The people and soul masters of the continent will finally receive the benefits they deserve.”

Qian Renxue nodded slightly, her eyes turning cold. “It’s laughable that the two great empires are secretly slandering the Spirit Hall. They don’t think about the fact that without the Spirit Hall to maintain balance, would they willingly give subsidies to soul masters? Would they awaken soul powers for the people for free? Eighty to ninety percent of those who travel to every corner of the Douluo Continent to awaken soul powers for children are from the Spirit Hall. The people’s hearts are already with us; they have no chance of winning.”

“Your Highness is wise.”

(End of Chapter)

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