bookbashuk Chapter 335 Fiery Passion, Renxue's Kiss
Chapter 335 Fiery Passion, Renxue's Kiss
Chapter 335 Blazing Intent, Qian Renxue's Kiss
As the voice faded, the dock fell into a deathly silence. The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, swept across the deck, lifting a corner of Bibi Dong's purple-gold skirt and making it flutter.
The only sounds in the world were the soft rustling of the wind and the intense gazes fixed on the two people in the center of the deck.
The next second, a deafening cheer erupted, like a thunderclap splitting the calm sea. The rolling sound waves soared into the sky, startling the seagulls circling above the harbor into a frantic flight. Even the large ships anchored in the distance were shaken slightly by the sound waves.
Countless disciples and officials of the Spirit Hall knelt down like a tide, their black and white robes covering the entire dock. The densely packed figures resembled undulating waves. They bowed their heads, placed their hands on their chests, and performed the most respectful salute to the two people standing side by side on the deck.
Huo Yuhao wore a moon-white robe, his clothes fluttering, his posture upright like a pine tree, and a faint blue light shimmering in his bright eyes.
Bibi Dong wore a long purple-gold dress, her phoenix eyes slightly closed, and a faint smile on her lips. She exuded an innate majesty and nobility, and every gesture she made was the demeanor of an empress.
Among the surrounding crowd, many young female Soul Masters had already blushed deeply. They secretly glanced at Huo Yuhao, their eyes filled with infatuation and admiration. Their whispers were broken by the wind.
"The Holy Son's eyes seem to be shining—"
A girl in a white disciple's robe clutched her chest, her voice trembling, her cheeks flushed red.
"To see the Holy Son and Her Majesty the Empress together in person, this lifetime is worthwhile!"
Her companion nodded vigorously, her eyes fixed on Huo Yuhao, unwilling to look away even for a moment.
For the vast majority of Spirit Hall Soul Masters, being able to see Huo Yuhao and Bibi Dong at the same time is an honor they can boast about repeatedly.
However, amidst the cheers and golden light of the crowd, Huo Yuhao suddenly raised his head slightly, his gaze passing over the throng of people and looking towards the towering Hall of Worship deep within Wuhun City.
After the Spirit Eye Martial Soul awakened for the second time, his divine sense was no longer what it used to be. It was enough to easily cover the entire Martial Soul City, and no movement could escape his perception.
Even the sight of a single tile sliding down the dome of a temple several miles away was vividly etched in his mind.
Almost at the same moment Huo Yuhao looked up, two blazing golden lights suddenly burst through the dome of the Hall of Worship, like two golden lightning bolts slicing through the sky, carrying sharp and powerful soul energy fluctuations, and rapidly heading towards the dock.
The golden light moved with incredible speed, covering dozens of miles in an instant. The air seemed to resound with the sharp clang of clashing swords, and the overwhelming pressure of soul power caused some low-level soul masters at the edge of the dock to tremble and instinctively prostrate themselves on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
"It's someone from the Hall of Offerings!" someone in the crowd whispered, their voice filled with awe. The once noisy dock instantly quieted down, everyone's eyes fixed on the two rapidly approaching golden lights, their gazes filled with reverence and curiosity.
The powerful figures of the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship rarely appear in the world, especially the Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, who resides in the Hall of Worship year-round, focusing on cultivation and rarely stepping out of the hall.
Huo Yuhao's lips curled up slightly. His divine sense had already pierced through the dazzling golden light and he saw the figure inside—it was Qian Daoliu. He was dressed in a golden robe, his white hair was as white as snow, and although he was over a hundred years old, he looked like a young man. He was heroic and extraordinary, and his body was surrounded by a faint angelic power, which was holy and majestic.
Beside him stood the slender Qian Renxue, dressed in a long golden dress, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, her eyes filled with eagerness and joy, the golden light emanating from her even more intense than that of Qian Daoliu.
"Yuhao!"
Before the two golden lights could even land on the ground, a clear and charming voice rang out, carrying a hint of grievance, a hint of joy, and a hint of longing that had been suppressed for a long time.
Immediately afterwards, a slender golden figure darted out from the light, like a fledgling returning to its nest, ignoring all the gazes around her, and crashed straight into Huo Yuhao's arms.
Huo Yuhao instinctively opened his arms and carefully caught Qian Renxue as she lunged at him, afraid that he might hurt her if he used too much force.
He could clearly feel the slight trembling of the person in his arms, and the faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose. He raised his hand and gently stroked Qian Renxue's long, golden hair, which was as bright as the sun. His fingertips brushed against the silky strands of hair, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed. Even the soul power around him became a little softer.
Qian Renxue buried her face in Huo Yuhao's chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, as if she wanted to meld herself into his bones and blood.
She grumbled in a muffled voice, her tone thick with a nasal tone, her eyes already red-rimmed, hot tears soaking Huo Yuhao's shirt: "You big liar! You clearly told me you'd be back in three months at most, but you made me wait for half a year—"
As Qian Renxue spoke, she raised her head, her clear golden eyes filled with tears, her long eyelashes wet and trembling slightly. Her aggrieved appearance made Huo Yuhao's heart clench.
Her voice grew softer and softer until it almost broke into a sob, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Looking at her reddened eyes, Huo Yuhao felt a surge of intense guilt.
Knowing he was in the wrong, he gently patted Qian Renxue's back, his voice so soft it could melt your heart: "Xue'er, it's my fault, it's all my fault. So many unexpected things happened on the way, delaying our return and making you suffer. I promise you, from now on, I'll never make you wait this long again. Even if I have to go out, I'll definitely take you with me, okay?"
Qian Renxue sniffed, stretched out her fair fingers, and gently hooked the hem of Huo Yuhao's clothes. Her voice was soft and sweet, like a child asking for candy. She looked at him expectantly, afraid that he would break his promise again: "Really? Then you have to keep your word and not lie to me again. If you dare to make me wait this long again, I—I will never talk to you again."
"Really, absolutely true." Huo Yuhao nodded solemnly, looking at her reddened eyes, his heart softened, and he lowered his head slightly to gently kiss Qian Renxue's lips.
That kiss was gentle and lingering, carrying endless apology and longing.
Qian Renxue's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, closed her eyes, and stood on tiptoe to respond to his kiss.
Golden light surrounded the two of them, forming a faint light shield that shut out the surrounding gazes and noise.
Not far away, Qian Daoliu slowly withdrew the golden light around him. He looked at the two embracing, a knowing smile flashing in his aged eyes. Then he slowly turned around and looked towards the distant Martial Soul City, his eyes filled with a sense of satisfaction.
Bibi Dong also turned her head at the right time, her gaze falling on the surging sea in the distance. The sea breeze brushed her cheeks, blowing the hair at her temples, and a very faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
She did feel a little jealous, and seeing Huo Yuhao's tenderness towards Qian Renxue, a subtle bitterness swept through her heart.
But then she thought, Qian Renxue is, after all, her daughter, her only bloodline in this world. How could she not wish for this child to be happy?
Thinking this way, the bitterness vanished, replaced by a faint sense of relief.
The surrounding Spirit Hall disciples laughed and joked, but there was no disrespect in them whatsoever.
As they watched the Holy Son and Miss Qian Renxue embrace, their eyes were filled with blessings—in their eyes, these two were the pride of the Spirit Hall, a match made in heaven.
Qian Renxue was never one to be coy or shy. As the successor of the Angel God, she was always proud and flamboyant. Surrounded by people, she showed no girlish shyness whatsoever. Instead, she slightly raised her chin, reached out and hugged Huo Yuhao's neck, deepening the kiss.
Her eyes were filled with happiness and elation, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being blessed by everyone, as if declaring to the entire Spirit Hall that this man belonged to her. After a long while, their lips parted, and their noses gently touched, their breaths mingling. Huo Yuhao looked at Qian Renxue's flushed cheeks and couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the tip of her nose with his finger, his eyes full of laughter.
Qian Renxue glared at him playfully, but instead of pushing him away, she buried her face even deeper.
Qian Renxue gently nuzzled Huo Yuhao's nose, her eyebrows curving into a smile, the tears in her eyes long gone, leaving only a heart full of joy: "Alright, Yuhao, it's time for us to return to the Spirit Hall."
She paused, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes, a complex light flickering in her golden pupils. "In the six months you were gone, many things have happened on the mainland. Let's talk about it as we go."