Chapter 277: Qian Renxue's Troubles
Qian Renxue's face turned even redder with anger and embarrassment after hearing Yang Potian's response.
"You scoundrel! How dare you talk like that? My dignity as a woman has been ruined because of you!"
Yang Potian: …
Seeing no other option, Yang Potian knocked Qian Renxue out again. At this point, she was like a powder keg, seemingly affected by the lingering influence of the Rakshasa's dark energy.
This time, Qian Renxue remained unconscious for two days. When she awoke, her eyes were filled with confusion.
"Yang Potian, what happened? I feel like there's something wrong with my body."
Yang Potian shook his head. "Qian Renxue, it seems you've been influenced by the Rakshasa's dark energy. You're at risk of losing control. I recommend that you purify your entire being—especially your soul—using the Angelic Holy Sword and your Six-Winged Angel spirit. Otherwise, I fear something serious may happen."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue immediately gripped the Angelic Holy Sword and summoned her spirit.
Under the combined power of the Angelic Holy Sword and her Angel Domain, her face twisted in discomfort, as if she was on the verge of a split personality.
Yang Potian stayed beside her, reciting the Heart Sutra repeatedly, hoping it would help, and even gave her some of the Purifying Elixir, which at least managed to suppress the dark energy within her.
Gradually, Qian Renxue's expression softened and steadied, although Yang Potian knew this was only a temporary measure. Ultimately, she would need to fortify her own soul to fully conquer the Rakshasa's influence.
Looking troubled, Qian Renxue asked, "What am I supposed to do now? You've left me in this condition, and I doubt I'll recover any time soon."
Yang Potian considered his response carefully. "Qian Renxue, the Rakshasa's divine will was correct. It merely amplified the dark thoughts that already existed within us. This means that your own inner strength wasn't enough to resist its influence. You'll need to strengthen your mind."
He paused, then added, "I suggest returning to Wuhun Hall, where the Angelic Temple and your grandfather's spirit can help purify you further. With their aid—and the Angelic Holy Sword—the process should be much easier."
But Qian Renxue interrupted him. "No! You're the one who put me in this state; you're responsible for helping me recover. Besides, if I return to Wuhun City like this, don't think you'll get away unscathed."
She glared at him, then asked, "Why am I the only one affected by the Rakshasa's explosion, while you seem fine?"
Yang Potian sighed. "Qian Renxue, I didn't emerge unscathed. In fact, I faced even greater struggles. But I managed to purge the dark energy within myself. Or rather, I gained control over it."
Hearing this, Qian Renxue's expression shifted to one of hope. "Then you have to help me do the same! I can't face my grandfather or… that woman like this."
"How exactly did you dispel your dark energy?"
Yang Potian remained silent for a moment before responding. "To remove dark energy, the best solution is to strengthen oneself."
He continued, "All of this darkness stems from the seven emotions and six desires. If we gain enough life experience and fortify our hearts, we can confront and master these feelings. Then, such negative energy will no longer affect us."
Qian Renxue seemed lost, trying to process his words. While her intelligence allowed her to grasp the concept, her lack of experience made it difficult for her to fully comprehend.
"That can't be right," she murmured. "My Six-Winged Angel spirit is the purest and most sacred. How could I harbor dark energy?"
Yang Potian shook his head. "There's no such thing as absolute light or darkness. Light and shadow are intertwined. When we stand in the sun, we still cast shadows. Similarly, even the most sacred angel can be consumed by darkness if they let their desires take root."
After some thought, Qian Renxue asked, "Then what should I do now?"
Yang Potian considered this carefully before replying, "Strengthen yourself. Try to understand your spirit. Through that, you'll come to recognize your weaknesses, and your inner strength will grow."
After much discussion, they agreed that Yang Potian would assist Qian Renxue in confronting her own inner emotions and desires. Following his belief that "reading thousands of books is no substitute for walking thousands of miles," they decided to journey slowly on foot back to Wuhun City, encountering people and situations along the way to help broaden her experience and deepen her understanding.
Yang Potian also shared the techniques he used to manage his emotions, encouraging Qian Renxue to practice.
On this journey, he restricted Qian Renxue's spirit power, making her appear as a regular person with no detectable spirit energy. This forced her to face any challenges alone.
Thus, they began their journey on foot. While Yang Potian found the experience refreshing and calming, Qian Renxue's ordeal was quite the opposite.
Her striking beauty and noble bearing immediately attracted unwanted attention. Despite her dignity and self-confidence, the absence of any spirit power aura made her appear as an easy target to passersby.
Throughout her life, Qian Renxue had been revered and unchallenged. Used to respect and admiration, she had never had to deal with trivial inconveniences. Now, she encountered constant trouble—whether bandits, thugs, or wandering rogue spirit masters.
Her pride made her reluctant to lower herself to deal with such people, and her typical response was to unsheathe her sword and attack. Although her spirit power was sealed, her battle instincts as a Title Douluo allowed her to fend off weaker opponents.
Even common beggars posed a challenge. Although she was cold by nature, she couldn't completely ignore their plight, but giving alms only attracted more, and soon she found herself surrounded by an ever-growing crowd. These people were destitute, and she couldn't very well draw her sword on them.
The constant troubles left her feeling frustrated and drained.
Meanwhile, Yang Potian walked calmly behind her, acting like an indifferent bystander. He offered no assistance, no advice, and not a single suggestion.
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