Chapter 32 Thousand Paths of the Cypress Sword Immortal! Tang San's Wrath! Xiao Wu Reduced to a Pet!
Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback.
Qian Daobai's gaze fell on the rabbit on the ground, which was already terrified.
"If you want it, I'll give you this 100,000-year soul ring right now."
One sentence made Qian Renxue's heart skip a beat.
That's a 100,000-year soul ring!
A treasure coveted by every Soul Master!
If she absorbs this spirit ring, her strength will definitely increase dramatically again!
But the thought only flashed through my mind.
She quickly calmed down.
Qian Renxue looked at Qian Daobai and shook her head seriously.
"Master, I don't want to."
Her voice was clear and firm.
"Compared to this, I would much rather have your divinely bestowed soul ring, that is the most suitable for my cultivation."
She paused, glanced at the rabbit on the ground again, and her beautiful brows furrowed slightly.
"Moreover, I feel that this rabbit spirit doesn't quite match my Angel Martial Soul."
Her martial spirit is a sacred, radiant, and supreme six-winged angel.
This rabbit, though a 100,000-year-old soul beast, possessed an aura that leaned towards gentleness and agility, completely contrary to her path.
Forcibly absorbing it might increase soul power, but in the long run, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.
Qian Daobai nodded approvingly.
"That's true."
Unmoved by immediate huge gains, and with a clear understanding of her own path, Xue'er's character has matured once again.
"So, what does Master intend to do with it?"
Qian Renxue asked again, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
After all, this is a living 100,000-year-old soul beast.
Was he killed to retrieve the ring, or was there another purpose?
Qian Daobai's gaze swept over the rabbit on the ground, as if he were looking at an ordinary decoration.
Since Qian Renxue doesn't want its spirit ring, it's indeed of no use to me now.
"Keep it locked up for now."
He said calmly, having made his decision.
These four words struck Xiao Wu's heart like a heavy hammer.
Should we...keep it locked up for now?
How did he so casually decide his future fate?
Neither kill nor release.
Is it like keeping a pet in captivity, locking yourself up?
Humiliation and despair overwhelmed her mind in an instant.
"Buzz—"
The pink light flashed again.
The rabbit on the ground disappeared, and in its place was a barefoot girl wearing a pink skirt.
She collapsed onto the cold ground, utterly distraught.
Those once bright and cunning eyes were now empty, devoid of all their luster.
She silently squatted down, weakly hugging her beautifully curved, straight, and slender legs with her arms, burying her face deeply in her knees.
His thin shoulders began to tremble slightly, unable to stop himself.
There was no crying.
Only suppressed, silent sobs.
Crystalline tears rolled uncontrollably from her eyes, slid down her smooth cheeks, across her soft skin, and finally dripped onto her lap, spreading out a small, dark stain.
It felt like there was a wad of cotton stuck in her throat, making it hard for her to breathe; it was so uncomfortable.
My heart aches too.
She thought she had disguised herself well; she thought the blonde woman would have a soft spot; she thought she still had hope of escaping…
But reality dealt her the cruelest blow.
In front of that man, all her schemes and pretenses seemed like a joke.
He didn't even need to lift a finger; a single glance was enough to expose her true colors and shatter all her dignity.
Now, he finds even killing her troublesome; he just wants to lock her up like an object.
Despair, like a tidal wave, completely engulfed her.
No!
This can't be done!
Just then, a resolute yet gentle face suddenly appeared in her mind.
Third brother!
Yes, and Third Brother too!
My third brother will definitely come to save me!
He definitely will!
This thought, like a ray of light in the darkness, instantly dispelled some of the gloom in her heart.
The flame of hope was rekindled in her heart.
Xiao Wu suddenly raised her head, her pretty face, streaked with tears, now filled with stubbornness and defiance.
Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Qian Daobai.
You can't keep me locked up!
Her voice, thick with the sound of crying, was unusually firm.
"Someone will come to save me!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Daobai raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful expression appearing on his face.
Someone came to rescue her?
Tang San?
He didn't like the boy's temperament.
He appears to be loyal and righteous, but in reality, he acts in an extreme manner and his methods are not exactly honorable.
As for strength...
It's even more ridiculous.
Qian Daobai picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and then slowly spoke.
"You want to rescue you from me..."
He paused, his gaze falling on his slender fingers as if they held some breathtaking scenery.
"Then we'll have to ask the sword in my hand if it agrees."
...
The atmosphere at Shrek Academy's temporary residence was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
The death of Zhao Wuji weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like two giant stones.
Tang San sat in the corner, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.
On the ground in front of him lay several dragon whisker needles coated with potent poison, gleaming with an eerie blue light in the dim light.
That was a trap prepared for Qian Daobai, but now it has become a silent mockery.
Time passed second by second, and Dai Mubai and the others who were sent out to investigate had not yet returned, and Xiao Wu, who was used as bait, was also nowhere to be found.
An ominous premonition, like vines, coiled around Tang San's heart, tightening ever more.
Just then, the tent flap was suddenly flung open by a large hand.
Dean Flander burst in, his usually neatly combed hair now somewhat disheveled, and his face more solemn than ever before.
"Tang San!"
Flander's voice was somewhat low.
Tang San suddenly looked up, his ominous premonition reaching its peak.
"Dean, is there any news about Xiao Wu?"
Flander looked at the boy in front of him and opened his mouth.
He took a deep breath and finally spoke in a low voice.
"Xiao Wu... has been kidnapped."
"boom--"
These words struck Tang San like a thunderbolt.
He froze, the color draining from his face instantly, leaving it deathly pale.
Flander's eyes held a hint of lingering fear.
"I sensed a fluctuation of soul power outside the city just now. When I rushed over, I only saw Xiao Wu being taken away by a young man in white robes."
"I tried to stop it..."
He paused, lowering his voice even further.
"But I can't see through that person."
"I couldn't stop him either."
"I am certain that his strength is at least that of a Title Douluo."
Title Douluo!
These four words seemed to freeze the air inside the tent.
Tang San swayed, letting out a painful whimper.
He clutched his head with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into his scalp, but the intense pain was nothing compared to the agony he felt.
"I shouldn't have..."
His voice trembled, filled with endless regret and self-blame.
"I shouldn't have agreed in the first place... I shouldn't have let Xiaowu seduce that person..."
"It's all my fault..."
"It's my fault that Xiao Wu is in trouble..."
A man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken.
Hot tears slid through his fingers and dripped into the dust.
Just then, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others walked in from outside. They also found nothing, and their expressions changed upon seeing the scene inside the tent.
"What's wrong, mistress?"
Oscar hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
Ning Rongrong guessed something from Flander's somber expression. She covered her mouth, her eyes filled with terror.
"Xiao Wu, she..."
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