Chapter 67: Could We Step Aside? (Seeking Recommendations, Seeking Collections)

Xue Qinghe elegantly touched his smooth chin, looking pensive as he said, "I see, but Xu Sheng, based on my observations, your Martial Soul should belong to the extremely evil kind, and such a soul increases its impact on oneself as the soul power rank increases, doesn't it?"

An evil Martial Soul should theoretically be hunted by all Soul Masters on the Continent, after all, not only is their way of using it unacceptable to all Soul Masters, but no matter how resolute the initial resolve of an evil Soul Master, they gradually become assimilated by their own Martial Soul...

This is the real reason why evil Soul Masters are hunted.

Yet the Martial Soul of the man before him, while infinitely evil, was entirely different from those of other evil Soul Masters he had encountered before.

His evilness was very pure, unmixed with any desires.

Hearing Xue Qinghe's inquiry, Xu Sheng's obscure pupils lit up for a moment, then he began to tap something on the side, thinking, He's really cautious, isn't he?

Xu Sheng once again delicately sipped his tea, his expression indifferent as he said, "Crown Prince, you must be aware that my soul power rank has reached level 90, to say that there is no impact at all would be impossible..."

Xue Qinghe did not want to know the meaning behind his question, but telling her wouldn't hurt.

After all, his teacher Bi Bidong was the one impersonating Xue Qinghe, Qian Renxue, and they should be on the same side.

Besides, his relationship with Tang Hao had become extremely bad, and as long as he did not leave Martial Soul Hall, reconciliation was virtually impossible.

There was then no need to lose a potential ally, even though Qian Renxue... could not yet assist him, he always felt that her Martial Soul would be of great use to his future self...

Xue Qinghe put on a curious look, laughing lightly, "Oh? Then may I know, Xu Sheng, what changes you have experienced?"

He had to quickly steer the conversation, his real purpose being the issue of resonance with the Martial Soul.

Xu Sheng's eyes grew cold, and a vast killing intent surged from within him outward...

It made Xue Qinghe's room start to shake violently, and in the next moment, his killing intent struck directly at the former...

Xue Qinghe's pupils widened in shock, and then, he felt as if he had left the imperial palace, pulled into a world filled with the resentments of countless living beings by this tangible killing intent...

Standing on a high platform, the blood-soaked surroundings were crawling with innumerable, ghastly creatures soaked in the smell of blood rushing towards him...

It included dead Soul Masters, slaughtered soul beasts, and immense resentment dyed the space a crimson red...

Even someone as composed as him felt his heart uncontrollably begin to tremble...

Under this atmosphere of intertwining resentment and killing intent, she felt only endless suffocation...

Xue Qinghe glanced down slightly, and saw at his feet...

A mountain made of countless indistinct bodies of flesh and blood formed from corpse upon corpse!

In his heart, only one sentence surfaced!

How many living beings had this Xu Sheng exactly slaughtered?

...

Seeing the colorless, vacant eyes of Xue Qinghe, Xu Sheng frowned and suddenly shouted, "Princess Qinghe!"

If he didn't wake him soon, Qian Renxue might lose herself in this intense resentment.

"Buzz!" Xu Sheng's cry startled Xue Qinghe awake from the resentment in an instant, his back clearly soaked with cold sweat at this point...

Below Xu Sheng's cold face, the corners of his mouth curled up faintly, "Now, do you understand, Crown Prince?"

He hadn't actually slaughtered so many living beings; most of it was to sustain the needs of the Nine-Hearted Begonia, absorbing blood and souls, which in turn nurtured the extreme killing intent that could contend with Tang Hao.

The pallid Xue Qinghe slowly clutched his chest, then forced a ghastly smile through his discomfort, "I see, I had no idea you were enduring such horrifying resentment."

Xu Sheng sipped his tea, saying indifferently, "Princess Qinghe, you don't need to pretend in front of me..."

Xue Qinghe's pupils constricted as he replied composedly, "Xu Sheng, what do you mean? I have never pretended."

Indeed, this fellow had realized something was amiss!

More anxious than he had ever been, he was ready to release his Martial Soul...

Even though he knew his chances of success were less than one-tenth of one percent!

Seeing him feigning composure while his mind was in turmoil, Xu Sheng let out a faint smile, "Oh? Then, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, can you tell me why your fingers are so delicate and smooth, not at all like a man's hands?"

Xue Qinghe clenched his hands, starting to ponder over how to respond...

After a moment, he laughed dryly, "My fingers are delicate? You might be overthinking it, Xu Sheng. I grew up in the imperial palace and have always been physically weaker than the average man."

Then his tone shifted, and a hint of coldness seeped in, "Moreover, to conjecture based on the delicacy of my fingers is absurd, isn't it?"

Xu Sheng slowly stood up and walked towards the door, his voice cool, "Princess Qinghe truly lives up to being Sect Master Ning's disciple. Since that is the case, may I ask you to step aside?"

It didn't matter if Qian Renxue wouldn't admit it now; he had plenty of evidence to corner her.

The thought of psychologically crushing someone as calm and collected as Qian Renxue did have its appeal...

Xue Qinghe furrowed his brows, "Step aside?"

What on earth was this man planning to do?

Normally adept at discerning others' thoughts, he felt like his mind just couldn't keep up at the moment...

Xu Sheng's every move was so unconventional that he couldn't anticipate what he would do next...

Yet, given the situation, he slowly stood and walked towards Xu Sheng...

When the back-facing Xu Sheng saw Xue Qinghe approaching step by step without any reaction...

But looking at Xue Qinghe, who slightly bowed his head, his mindset was incredibly heavy...

What exactly did he want to do?

Step aside? Was he preparing to take him somewhere else?

Just as Xue Qinghe cautiously stopped behind Xu Sheng, seeing that the man in front of him remained silent, he began to speak, "Xu..."

Before he could finish, Xu Sheng swiftly turned around and easily pinned the unprepared Xue Qinghe against the corner by the door, his strong hands planted on the wall beside Xue Qinghe's head...

Xu Sheng stared at those pure, innocent eyes that made one want to cherish them, a chilling smile on his lips...

Facing the extremely close Xu Sheng, the recovering Xue Qinghe instinctively tried to retreat but suddenly realized that his back was against the cold wall—he was completely trapped!

Xue Qinghe's mind went blank, and as he looked at the handsome man so close before him, his cheeks unexpectedly flushed...

The rapid heartbeat filled her with a strong sense of shame!

Although she had lived for many years as Xue Qinghe, she was indeed a genuine woman.

Struggling to catch her breath, Xue Qinghe's face, aflame with blush, became unbearably hot as she spoke weakly, "Xu... Xu Sheng, what are you doing?"