Su Cheng looked at the girl slowly walking toward him.
She was wearing a palace-style one-piece long dress woven with golden threads. Its style was ancient and elegant, the golden high collar firmly protecting her snow-white, slender neck.
A head of long golden hair was casually draped behind her, making her appear even more carefree and natural. Her golden eyes were calm like still water, without the slightest fluctuation of energy.
Aside from her breathtaking beauty, she looked almost like an ordinary mortal woman.
However, within those golden eyes, Su Cheng could clearly sense that she was already completely different from before.
That was the majesty of a god.
Between Qian Renxue's brows was an extremely small yet exceptionally clear golden Six-Winged Angel imprint.
Most peculiarly, her feet were not stepping on the ground at all. Instead, she was walking through the air, three inches above the ground.
Looking at Su Cheng, Qian Renxue's previously calm demeanor melted away like ice and snow, her expression filled with both sorrow and joy.
In the next moment, she leapt forward and threw herself into his arms.
This time, Su Cheng did not resist. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist and patted her shoulder.
He knew that the girl before him had just undergone the Ninth Angel Trial. Her state of mind was certainly unstable and needed help to calm down.
And moreover…
"Teacher, Grandpa is dead. In order to help me open the final trial, he burned away his own life."
Her voice was choked with sobs, and tears soaked the front of Su Cheng's clothes.
Su Cheng did not speak, merely gently stroking the soft golden hair of the girl in his arms.
"Teacher, I only have you left."
"…" Su Cheng's fingers paused slightly at her hair tips, then he softly said, "Yes, you still have me."
"So, the greatest difficulty of your Ninth Trial was the various illusionary trials related to desire, hatred, and fear, as well as the pain during the reshaping of the divine soul. There were no other accidents, and no danger to your life, right?"
Listening to Qian Renxue's description, Su Cheng's eyes grew deep.
By now, Qian Renxue had already calmed down and began recounting to him the specific process of the nine divine trials.
"Yes." The girl sitting opposite him nodded firmly. "I followed what you told me—guarded my original heart and grasped the final trace of obsession in my heart, and successfully held on until the very last moment."
Recalling the scenes from the divine trial, a gentle expression appeared on Qian Renxue's face.
In the depths of her heart, a single figure had long occupied everything.
"So that's how it is. I understand now."
Su Cheng sighed. From this, it seemed that the Angel God inheritance in the original timeline had indeed been tampered with.
And in this simulated world, there was no interference from the God Realm.
Furthermore, the transmigrator Tang San had not appeared either. If so, then was the soul that transmigrated as Tang San truly the work of the Asura God?
But given the Asura God's status, if that Tang San from the Tang Sect truly was someone he had chosen, how could he possibly allow his inheritor to be intercepted midway by the Sea God?
A tangled mess.
The environment of the real world was likely far more complex than he had imagined. He had to make preparations and lay out plans in advance.
"You should rest here for now. If nothing unexpected happens, Bibi Dong should also be undergoing her final divine trial. Starting tomorrow, I'll personally train you to help you quickly master the power of the Angel God."
Qian Renxue pursed her lips and nodded.
When the moment of facing the truth was approaching, she instead began to feel nervous and lost.
Su Cheng glanced at her and said flatly, "I told you long ago that true strength is not only the strength of power, but also the strength of the heart. If at this point you still harbor any expectations, then you don't even have the qualifications to face Bibi Dong."
"I understand."
Seeing the determination return to Qian Renxue's eyes, Su Cheng said no more.
As for the news of the deaths of the three Great Consecrators, he did not tell her for the time being.
After all, Qian Renxue had just inherited the godhood, and her divine soul was still unstable.
She had fairly good relations with the elders of the Consecration Hall. If she were to receive further stimulation at this moment, there was no guarantee that it would not have other effects.
On the mountain range behind Spirit Hall City, Qian Renxue, bearing four pairs of wings, was now holding the massive Angel Holy Sword and hovering in midair.
That's right—compared to the original Angel God, Qian Renxue now had two additional wings.
They were precisely the pair of external spirit bones she had once obtained from the Ten-Thousand-Year Holy Light Beast.
As she advanced to godhood, these external spirit bones also successfully evolved, becoming divine-grade spirit bones.
Their two major abilities—Extreme Speed and Protection—had both received leap-like enhancements.
What was happening now was exactly the training plan Su Cheng had devised for her.
Qian Renxue's advancement had been far too rapid. In less than three years, she had soared from the low seventies straight to godhood.
No matter how solid her foundation had been laid beforehand, there was still a sense of forcing growth. Her foundation was certainly far inferior to Bibi Dong's, who possessed twin martial souls and had undergone divine trials for more than ten years.
Now, the only thing that could be done was to help her adapt as quickly as possible and make up for her shortcomings in this area.
Because he did not know when Bibi Dong would emerge from seclusion, Su Cheng did not make an overly detailed plan. During these days, Qian Renxue had only one task.
Under the condition of fully suppressing her divine power, she was to re-practice basic sword forms.
Even if she could not achieve effortless mastery, she at least needed to precisely control every bit of her strength.
Su Cheng stood atop the mountain, watching Qian Renxue in the sky repeatedly swing the Angel Holy Sword downward, and silently nodded in approval.
She was drenched in fragrant sweat, her face flushed, strands of golden hair sticking to her exquisite face, yet she seemed completely unaware of it, her eyes resolute as she repeatedly performed the same motion.
At this moment, when Qian Renxue wielded the sword, aside from the basic strength granted by her divine body, she did not use any divine power at all.
The Angel Holy Sword itself carried an enormous load. Without circulating divine power, each swing required nearly all of her strength.
Not to mention that she was flying in the air with no foothold beneath her feet, relying on the wings behind her to maintain balance, which further increased the difficulty.
After continuing to slash a thousand times like this, Qian Renxue finally reached her physical limit.
She drifted down and landed in front of Su Cheng, staggering slightly at the moment her feet touched the ground.
The training during this period had indeed been extremely effective for her.
Her previously unstable divine power could now almost be circulated freely at will.
Yet Qian Renxue seemed unsatisfied. She frowned and looked at Su Cheng.
"I can't comprehend the Sword Dao Domain at all."
"Heh." Hearing this, Su Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat speechless.
"Do you know how many years I practiced the sword before I grasped even a trace of true intent? This is nothing yet. Being able to circulate divine power freely and apply proper force techniques during attacks already counts as outstanding talent. You don't seriously think that those random hacks and slashes you used before could be considered swordsmanship, do you?"
Qian Renxue pouted and did not argue. She sat cross-legged on the ground and began circulating her divine power, silently recovering her stamina.
Just like that, about half an hour passed.
Su Cheng suddenly turned his head. At the same time, Qian Renxue instantly opened her eyes, golden light bursting forth within them.
Both of them looked toward the direction of the Papal Palace of Spirit Hall City.
Bibi Dong had come out of the divine trial!
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