What fortune is this?
Ma Xiaotao, dressed in a sharp and stylish white blouse that hugged her curves, with a high-quality black trench coat draped over her shoulders and a matching black jacket, moved with effortless grace. Her crimson hair flowed gently with her every step, the tailored fit of her clothes highlighting her slender waist.
Her long legs were wrapped in semi-transparent purple-black stockings, with black garters lightly cinching her thighs, showcasing their seductive fullness. At the end of the stockings, tight black leather shorts hugged her hips, perfectly outlining their alluring shape.
Her red eyes, soft pink lips, and delicate brows added an extra layer of sultriness to her presence.
I want to conquer her so badly.
The sight of her was intoxicating.
Ma Xiaotao's crimson hair and eyes were stunning. If she adopted a colder, more aloof expression, she would be utterly irresistible.
"Sister Xiaotao, you're absolutely gorgeous."
Anyone in the know would understand: if Yula's allure was refined seduction, Kafka's was pure, untamed provocation. Her expressions and gaze carried a mix of restraint and invitation that made people desperate to take control.
Without a word, Qian Ran pulled Ma Xiaotao into his arms and pressed his lips to her soft red ones, kissing her deeply and passionately. His hands weren't idle either—one rested on her slender waist, slipping through the gap between her blouse buttons to caress her navel, while the other kneaded her firm, rounded hips over her tight leather shorts.
Qian Ran particularly enjoyed seeing Ma Xiaotao and the others in leather shorts or tight pants.
It was even better than skirts.
Skirts paired with stockings only highlighted the legs, but short leather pants on someone with Ma Xiaotao's figure showcased her perfectly sculpted hips—an unparalleled view.
This is heaven.
Qian Ran couldn't find words to describe his feelings. The euphoria was beyond articulation.
As he continued to tease Ma Xiaotao, Qian Ran soon pulled Ling Luochen into his embrace as well.
One exuded provocative charm, the other refined seduction—it was impossible to resist.
...
Who knows how much time passed before Qian Ran finally stopped.
For the first time, he felt genuinely fatigued after pushing himself to the limit. With his arms around the two women, he fell asleep until morning.
"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Angel's Divine Mark."
Note: Imprints a fragment of divine consciousness on the target. As long as the target remains within the same dimension, no matter where they are, the host can locate them through the imprint.
"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill: Angel's Shield."
Note: This divine skill provides absolute defense against all forms of attack.
The moment Qian Ran woke up, he was greeted with the system's notifications—rewards for his conquest of Ling Luochen the previous night.
Could these be...
These must be innate divine skills from Qian Renxue's Angel God inheritance.
Both Angel's Divine Mark and Angel's Shield were highly versatile and practical abilities. Moreover, both holy and corrupted angelic powers could activate these skills, making them flexible for a variety of combat situations.
"If only I could get skills like Angel's Judgement, Angel's Purification, or Solar Angel," Qian Ran muttered. Those were the powerful offensive divine skills he remembered vividly from Qian Renxue's time as the Angel God.
"System, assign Angel's Divine Mark to my fifth spirit ring of the Angel Martial Soul."
It was perfect timing, as his fifth spirit ring lacked a skill. Both 100,000-year spirit rings and spirit bones could accommodate two powerful abilities, making the upgrade seamless.
Qian Ran now felt confident enough to take on a Soul Douluo in a one-on-one fight. Though he was still only a Soul King in rank, his extraordinary configurations gave him the upper hand. It was akin to being a pay-to-win gamer—his attributes were so far above the competition that higher-level opponents couldn't touch him unless the level gap rendered all advantages moot.
At this point, Qian Ran was essentially a walking cheat code.
While others hoped their spirit rings would grant them strong abilities, Qian Ran was already selecting divine skills. Moreover, he could swap out his spirit ring skills whenever he wanted, tailoring them to specific enemies—a significant advantage.
Of course, the divine skills granted by the system didn't yet reach the full power of a god's abilities. Qian Ran was still in the soul power phase, so the effects were merely stronger than those of ordinary spirit masters.
However, once he ascended to godhood, these skills would truly shine.
It was worth noting that after ascending, Tang San, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue had all found their pre-godhood spirit skills largely irrelevant. No matter how impressive those skills had been, they paled in comparison to the power of divine abilities. Their battles were dictated by divine artifacts and inherited godly powers.
But Qian Ran was different. His spirit skills were already at the level of divine abilities. Once he became a god, his extensive arsenal of skills would overwhelm opponents, leaving them helpless.
For most gods, the number of usable skills in combat was limited. But Qian Ran, with twenty spirit rings across two martial souls, would possess a collection of abilities rivaling ultimate god-tier moves like "Sea God's Twilight." How could anyone stand against him?
"Each new milestone brings even better rewards. Next time, I hope for top-tier divine skills," Qian Ran mused. This time, Angel's Shield was nearly impenetrable—only a Titled Douluo might challenge its defense, and even then, it would last until his soul power was depleted. Meanwhile, Angel's Divine Mark would let him track Cai Mei'er, Xian Lin'er, or anyone else with ease.
By imprinting marks on Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo, Qian Ran could easily monitor them and act accordingly.
"Qian Ran, what are you muttering about? You seem so happy," Ma Xiaotao murmured, opening her sleepy eyes. Her face carried a fatigued charm, a result of Qian Ran's boundless energy the previous night. She still didn't understand why certain outfits excited him so much. His tastes were oddly specific, always leaving her puzzled.
"Just thinking about something exciting," Qian Ran replied with a grin, playfully smacking Ma Xiaotao's firm, stocking-clad rear.
"Stop messing around—I'm exhausted," Ma Xiaotao protested, letting out a soft cry as tingles spread from where his hand landed.
Last night's rough treatment had left her body sore, a constant reminder of his vigor.
Ling Luochen stirred at Ma Xiaotao's outcry, her cheeks flushed. Naturally, Qian Ran wouldn't let her go. Flipping her over, he sat atop her pert hips, his hands gliding over her slender waist.
(End of Chapter)