Half an hour later.
Qian Renxue sat nestled in Ye Feng's embrace, the two wrapped together in a blanket.
Curled up against him like a kitten, her ears still flushed crimson, Qian Renxue bit down on Ye Feng's chest again in frustration.
"You big pervert... you went too far...!!" she grumbled, though no matter how much she vented, her anger wouldn't subside.
Even now, that spot of hers still tingled.
This guy, Ye Feng—didn't he care about hygiene?!
Ugh, not that she was dirty... He was the dirty one!
"Behaving now?"
Ignoring her petty grievances, Ye Feng reached out and pinched—
"O-okay, okay...!"
Qian Renxue shivered instantly, surrendering immediately—clearly intimidated by his methods.
"Besides, I was helping you earlier. Isn't this better than you doing it yourself?"
Ye Feng shot her a meaningful glance.
"Wait... you knew about last time?! Aaaah!!! Ye Feng, you jerk!!!"
So he had noticed when she secretly...!
And this guy had pretended not to know, only to mock her behind her back!
Qian Renxue burned with humiliation.
This was social suicide!
Even if Ye Feng didn't know that he was the one she had imagined in those... thoughts, she still couldn't bear being found out.
"I'll bite you to death!!"
Without restraint, she tilted her head and sank her teeth into his neck.
But no matter how hard she bit, she couldn't break his skin, leaving only faint indents glistening with saliva.
"..."
"Stop messing around. I helped you earlier—now it's your turn to help me~" Ye Feng pinched her cheek, grinning.
"Hmph! What if I just snap it off?!" she huffed, her face tinged pink.
"You can try~"
"Try it and die!"
Defiant, Qian Renxue reached beneath the blanket and—
But no matter how much force she used, it wouldn't budge an inch.
Half an hour later.
A sudden warmth coated her hands.
"Eww!"
Even under the blanket, she realized what had happened.
"Done and dusted~"
Ye Feng stretched lazily.
"You bullied me! I'm ignoring you!!"
Qian Renxue yanked the blanket around herself and fled to her room in a flustered rage.
"Ahahaha~"
Ye Feng's laughter echoed behind her.
"Jerk, jerk, JERK!!!"
After cleaning her hands, she burrowed under the covers, rolling around in frustration.
She was a sacred Angel!
And yet she'd just... helped Ye Feng with that...
Even she couldn't believe it.
"It's this damn place's fault... and Ye Feng's! So hateful!!! He's such a bully, wuuu..."
Her sanity was crumbling.
...
Some time later, she finally calmed down.
Setting everything else aside, she realized that after what had just happened, the bloodlust in her heart had inexplicably diminished.
Not only that, but the killing intent she had recently cultivated now felt purer—as if refined.
Before, her bloodlust had been chaotic and impure, driven solely by the urge to kill. Each slaughter had intensified it, yet left her consciousness hazy.
After venting her frustrations with Ye Feng, her thoughts inexplicably became clearer, and her mind grew much more serene.
Clearly, this method was genuinely effective. If only she could do this every day...
"Ugh, no way! That jerk is probably thinking about how I'll beg him for another round! I won't let him have his way again!" Qian Renxue quickly shook her head, dismissing the thought.
"I, Qian Renxue, would rather be consumed by the urge to kill than let you 'bully' me again!" she swore silently in her heart, vowing to resist next time and not be as weak as she had been this time.
...
...
A month later.
Qian Renxue's killing intent had nearly solidified into a tangible force.
She already possessed formidable talent in swordsmanship, and now, combined with the path of slaughter, her combat prowess was terrifying even without her Martial Soul.
Of course, this was all thanks to Ye Feng's help.
Over the past month, Qian Renxue had grown exceptionally irritable roughly every three days.
And each time, Ye Feng would seize the opportunity to "operate" on her.
With the help of the overpowering Lexical Traits [Silver Tongue] and [Nimble Fingers], Qian Renxue quickly returned to normal, no longer tormented by her bloodlust.
Though she always refused verbally, cursing and complaining, the truth was...
And every time afterward, her killing intent inexplicably condensed and purified, allowing her to reach her current level.
Of course, Ye Feng hadn't intervened too often—only four or five times.
After all, the Spirit Hall delivered a batch of Fallen Ones every month to replenish Slaughter City's fresh blood.
This month, one batch arrived at the beginning and another at the end—just two in total—and Qian Renxue had slaughtered most of them.
Today.
The envoy of the King of Slaughter appeared once more.
It was still that woman with the chilling voice.
Ye Feng and Qian Renxue stepped out of their room together.
"Time's up. No. 8887, come with me," the cold woman said, her gaze fixed on Qian Renxue.
She had always disliked Qian Renxue. Because the King of Slaughter feared the forces behind her, every time she spoke ill of Qian Renxue, she would be reprimanded...
"Fine."
Qian Renxue nodded, then glanced at Ye Feng, hesitating as if she wanted to say something. The reluctance in her eyes was unmistakable.
Though the two hadn't crossed that line, the "misdeeds" Ye Feng had subjected her to over these days had rapidly deepened their bond.
She knew—she could no longer live without that bastard Ye Feng...
"Alright, hurry up. The Road to Hell is still a bit dangerous. Don't let your guard down."
Ye Feng waved his hand, clearly urging her to leave. As for danger? With Qian Renxue's current strength, traversing the Road to Hell would be child's play—what danger could there be?
His Slaughter God Domain was just a step away from fully taking form. Once it did, it would undoubtedly draw the King of Slaughter's attention.
Only once Qian Renxue was gone could Ye Feng safely master the Slaughter God Domain and make his escape.
"Yeah, yeah… Since when did you become so nagging…"
Qian Renxue turned her head away, waving impatiently.
But despite her words, warmth surged in her heart, stirring an inexplicable emotion. A glimmer of tears even flashed at the corners of her eyes.
She didn't understand why.
At first, it had just been Ye Feng coercing her. Then it became a transaction.
And then, somehow… she and Ye Feng had…
"Giggle~ No. 8888, still worried about your little girlfriend? The King of Slaughter has handed you over to me for training. Once she leaves, you'll belong to me alone~"
The cold female voice spoke again, licking her lips as she gazed at Ye Feng like he was a helpless puppy.
"That would be perfect. I'll 'serve' you well." Ye Feng curled his lips into a wicked smirk.
Just a mere Soul Douluo—with a single sneak attack, Ye Feng could crush her skull with one slap.
"Hmph, that's what I like to hear!"
The cold-faced woman felt an inexplicable chill at his expression but stubbornly held her ground. Without another word, she quickly led Qian Renxue away.
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