Chapter 190: New Reward: Copy Card

The Angel God was knocked out by the Martial Ancestor and carried back home??!!

The crowd erupted in shock, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.

Countless men were filled with envy and jealousy.

After all, this was a true goddess.

And an angel, no less.

"Damn it, so jealous!"

Ma Hongjun stared at Zhou Yi's retreating figure, carrying Qian Renxue, drooling shamelessly. He wished he could trade places with Zhou Yi, his envy so intense it practically turned him purple.

"Envy won't get you anywhere. What matters is strength—strength, and nothing but strength!"

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, glancing at Ma Hongjun, and said with a sigh:

"If you had the strength, you could march up right now and snatch the goddess from the Martial Ancestor's hands, no problem!"

"One day, when I become a god, I'll carry two goddesses back home myself!"

Ma Hongjun fantasized gleefully.

"Scumbag!"

Tang San also felt a pang of envy in his heart, but he could no longer muster his usual righteousness. All he could do was maintain the image of a noble, virtuous, and pure-hearted Tang San as he condemned Zhou Yi with criticism and disdain.

"The Martial Ancestor is so cool!"

Ning Rongrong's pale blue eyes sparkled like stars. She pressed her hands against her heaving chest, her long legs—smooth and white as ivory—trembling beneath her short blue skirt as she looked on with excitement and admiration.

He was just too handsome.

Overflowing with masculine charm.

Absolute boyfriend material!

"Hmm?"

Seeing Ning Rongrong in such a lovestruck state, Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, baffled by her reaction.

Seeing Zhou Yi's blatant behavior, shouldn't she feel disgusted and scornful?

As he scanned the other young women and married ladies nearby, Ning Fengzhi realized that Ning Rongrong wasn't the only one acting like this—nearly every woman in the area shared the same look of admiration.

Women are drawn to strength.

Zhou Yi's overwhelming power and charisma had struck every woman's heartstrings.

Good men weren't necessarily more popular than bad boys.

In fact, women seemed to prefer the bad boys even more.

"Nice guys finish last," as the saying goes.

Back in school, the innocent boys were never as popular as those troublemakers who spent their days fighting and flirting with girls.

And in this world of might makes right, Zhou Yi's combination of good looks and incredible strength was utterly irresistible to women.

Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt a pang of unease in his heart.

It was as if his precious daughter, his little cotton-padded jacket, was suddenly full of holes.

He found himself caught in an inner struggle.

As a father, he didn't want Ning Rongrong to have any involvement with Zhou Yi, given how many women were already surrounding him.

But as the Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong marrying Zhou Yi would bring immense benefits to the sect. The advantages were obvious.

In the end, Ning Fengzhi chose to remain silent and let things unfold naturally.

After all, if something really did happen between them, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"The Young Master was carried off by the Martial Ancestor?! What now?"

"Where's the Pope?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Thousand Jun Douluo, and Demon Subduing Douluo were all dumbfounded. None of them had expected this outcome.

Chasing after Zhou Yi to snatch Qian Renxue back was unrealistic.

Even with her godly strength, Qian Renxue had been no match for Zhou Yi. Together, they wouldn't even amount to a fraction of his power.

But doing nothing and watching Qian Renxue fall into Zhou Yi's hands wasn't an option either.

Feeling lost, they decided to seek guidance from the Pope, Bai Xue—Qian Renxue's mother.

However, at this critical moment, Bai Xue was nowhere to be found.

"Quick, find the Pope!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo commanded the Spirit Hall's experts.

As the highest-ranking and most respected Titled Douluo present, his authority was undisputed.

"There's no need to look for me."

A calm voice rang out as Bai Xue appeared, wearing an ornate Pope's robe. Her mature, dignified aura radiated authority and grace. In her hand, she held a staff, her every step exuding poise and majesty.

Though only a night had passed, her strength as a Titled Douluo had long allowed her to recover.

The two golden cores* that had tormented her had been forced out of her body with her Soul Power.

Initially, she wanted to crush the troublesome things into dust, but despite using all her strength—even unleashing the full power of a Titled Douluo—she couldn't leave the slightest mark on them.

Frustrated, she hurled the golden cores away, only to watch as they turned into streaks of light and disappeared, undoubtedly taken by Zhou Yi.

Her awe for Zhou Yi's methods grew even deeper.

"Pope, the Young Master has been taken by the Martial Ancestor. What should we do now?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped forward and asked directly.

"I'll handle this matter. For now, return to the Spirit Hall," Bai Xue instructed, assigning tasks before heading to the Martial God City.

By the shores of Azure Lake, the spectators slowly dispersed, but the impact of this battle was spreading rapidly, sweeping across the continent.

Gods were figures of legend.

Although many had speculated that Martial Ancestor Zhou Yi had reached the level of a deity, he had never confirmed it.

Now, with Qian Renxue—a true god-level powerhouse—defeated by Zhou Yi, the shockwaves were immeasurable.

Zhou Yi's prestige would undoubtedly soar even higher.

Countless individuals now sought to curry favor with Zhou Yi.

And the most effective method?

Offering beautiful women, of course.

Zhou Yi, however, paid no attention to these matters. At this moment, he had already returned to the Zhou Residence in Martial God City, carrying Qian Renxue in his arms.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes and peeked at Zhou Yi. Her heart churned like a raging sea, unable to believe how the battle had turned out.

She had actually fought Zhou Yi atop the clouds for an entire night.

It had been a spectacle that drew the attention of countless people.

Thankfully, no one had witnessed the details of their battle.

Otherwise, she would have truly died of embarrassment.

Thinking of Zhou Yi's overwhelming strength, Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed red, her delicate face burning hot.

Although they had shared a unique spiritual connection during her Angelic Nine Trials, the experience this time was entirely different in meaning.

Especially since it happened high above, under the watchful eyes of countless spectators.

Feeling Zhou Yi's gaze, Qian Renxue hurriedly shut her eyes.

Feigning unconsciousness.

After all, she had no idea how to face him.

Placing Qian Renxue gently on the bed, Zhou Yi looked at her motionless figure and murmured:

"Seems like the injuries are quite serious."

Raising his hand, Zhou Yi noticed the golden blood staining his palm.

He pulled out a revered healing ointment—Nine-Floral Jade Dew Balm—renowned for its ability to reduce swelling and alleviate pain.

He began applying the medicine to Qian Renxue's wounds.

"No need!"

Qian Renxue, perhaps feeling somewhat better after the initial treatment, suddenly opened her eyes and protested in a fluster.

"That won't do. What if the wounds don't heal properly and get infected?"

Zhou Yi replied earnestly, continuing to treat her injuries.

Both internal and external wounds.

Diligently.

Two hours later.

Qian Renxue bit Zhou Yi's shoulder fiercely.

"You scoundrel! I've truly fallen under your spell!"

Zhou Yi grinned, unfazed.

After all, the healing process had somehow exacerbated the injuries instead of alleviating them.

Not only had the bleeding not stopped, but the wounds had worsened.

By now, Qian Renxue was so weak from blood loss that she couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Xiao Xue, once you've recovered, I'll go ask your mother for your hand in marriage and bring you home as my bride!"

Zhou Yi inhaled the faint fragrance of her hair and whispered softly in her ear.

"Who said I'd marry you!"

Qian Renxue huffed lightly, her eyes filled with bashful indignation.

"If not me, who else could you marry?"

Zhou Yi teased, nibbling on her ear. At this point, Qian Renxue had already been entirely molded to his will.

"Besides, don't you want to avenge your grandfather by defeating me?"

"Then give me ten or eight little angels to tire me to death!"

"You villain!"

"Villain? I can be even worse!"

"Don't… mmph—"

Qian Renxue let out a startled cry before Zhou Yi couldn't help but "bully" her again several times.

Only after that did he finally let her go.

Watching the now-sleeping Qian Renxue, Zhou Yi felt a surge of confidence. Satisfied, he quietly got up and left.

He had to admit—

Snowy, my dear wife, you're truly extraordinary.

And golden, no less.

Gently closing the door behind him, Zhou Yi adjusted his belt. The warm sunlight fell upon his face, and he couldn't help but stretch with satisfaction, feeling entirely rejuvenated.

"Right, I still haven't checked their rewards!"

Zhou Yi's consciousness turned to the system.

He examined the rewards for Bai Xue and Qian Renxue.

[Reward One: Angelic Heart.]

[Reward Two: Max-Level Divine Illumination Technique.]

[Reward Three: One Copy Card.]

[Reward Four: I Love a Certain Pup.]

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[TL/N: Again, I don't know what the hell does golden core here mean. It might be an item or power or energy or something else. Unless the author provided further contexts, i'm clueless as you.]

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