Chapter 419: You’re Playing Politics Here, While the Cheat God Gave You Is About to Expire

The battle was over.

Qian Renxue had lost.

She had lost completely.

She was half-kneeling on the ground.

The Angelic Sacred Sword was thrust into the rubble before her.

The holy flames on the sword had been completely extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of smoke drifting listlessly.

Her long golden hair was scattered messily over her shoulders, and a few pure white feathers had fallen from her Seraphim, spiraling down through the air.

Disheveled.

Extremely disheveled.

She had thought she might lose.

But she never thought she would lose this miserably.

Lin Qingmo didn’t even have a sixth spirit ring.

A level 60 quasi-Spirit Emperor without even a sixth spirit ring had pinned her to the ground and rubbed her into the dirt using only his first five Spirit Abilities.

What was even more heartbreaking was that if he hadn’t held back that Blue Silver Life-Death Torrent just now...

She wouldn’t be half-kneeling here catching her breath; she would have vanished from the map entirely, just like that small hill.

"This feeling... is really annoying."

Qian Renxue bit her lower lip, her fingers gripping the hilt of her sword tightly.

From childhood to adulthood, she had always been the Genius others spoke of.

Level 20 Innate Spirit Power, SeraphimSpirit, the direct Bloodline of the Spirit Hall’s Qian family.

Any one of those auras, taken alone, could crush a whole crowd of so-called geniuses.

Stacked together, it was practically heaven chasing after her to feed her.

And yet today, she had been abused by someone with less than level 5 Innate Spirit Power.

At this moment, Lin Qingmo walked to her side.

He squatted down, leveling his gaze with hers, his expression rarely so serious.

"Can I say a few words?"

"Speak." Qian Renxue didn’t look up.

"You have wasted your talent."

Qian Renxue jerked her head up, shock flashing in her golden eyes: "What did you say?"

"I said, you have wasted your talent of level 20 Innate Spirit Power."

Lin Qingmo didn’t give her a chance to retort and held up one finger.

"Don’t be in such a hurry to get angry, listen to me finish first."

"Not to mention anyone else, just look at your Spirit Hall’s Golden Generation—Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan—they were able to become Spirit Kings at an age younger than you."

Qian Renxue opened her mouth.

She wanted to retort.

But she realized she couldn’t.

Because what Lin Qingmo said was the truth.

She was a Spirit Emperor, which did sound stronger than the Golden Generation.

But the problem was, she had level 20 Innate Spirit Power.

"Do you know what the concept of level 20 Innate Spirit Power is?" Lin Qingmo asked.

Qian Renxue didn’t speak.

"Level 20 Innate Spirit Power means that on the day you were born, you were already standing where others would take years to climb to."

Lin Qingmo didn’t care whether she answered or not and continued on his own: "The highest record of Innate Full spirit power known in the entire continent is level 20, and it is you alone."

He paused, then added: "Yet you are only level 62 now."

"I’m not saying level 62 is low; I’m saying that with your talent, a Genius like you should be at least level 70 or above by now."

Qian Renxue’s expression was ugly.

But she didn’t get angry.

Because everything Lin Qingmo said was correct.

"Let me guess the reason."

Lin Qingmo rested his chin on his hand: "Is it because of that Nation-Stealing Plan of yours?"

Qian Renxue’s shoulders stiffened slightly.

"Playing the role of a fake Crown Prince, attending court every day, reviewing memorials, playing political games with ministers, and having to constantly guard against exposing your identity."

"These things took up most of your time, and Cultivation became a side job instead."

Lin Qingmo shook his head: "You were wrong from the very beginning."

"Where was I wrong?" Qian Renxue’s voice was dry.

"You were wrong because you chose the wrong track."

Lin Qingmo stood up and brushed the dirt off his knees.

"You clearly possess the strongest talent in the World: level 20 Innate Spirit Power and the Divine Rank Angel Martial Soul, Seraphim."

"You have the strongest background: the Spirit Hall’s Qian family, and the High PriestQian Daoliu is your grandfather."

"The best resources: you can call upon the top-ranked Cultivation resources in the entire continent."

He looked down at Qian Renxue.

"It was clear that if you just worked hard to Cultivate, becoming a Titled Douluo was a certainty."

"With your Seraphim Martial Soul and the Qian family’s Angel God trials, stepping onto the path to godhood was completely possible."

"By then, who in this World would be your opponent?"

"The mere Heaven Dou Empire."

He pointed at the ground beneath his feet: "Couldn’t it be destroyed with a wave of your hand?"

"You could have crushed them with strength, yet you insisted on playing politics."

"You could have made a living with your face... no, with your strength, yet you insisted on going undercover."

Lin Qingmo sighed: "Qian Renxue, you are simply wasting your own talent."

Qian Renxue’s expression changed drastically.

A bolt from the blue.

It was no exaggeration to say that Lin Qingmo’s words were like a thunderbolt.

Even more ruthless than the previous eighty-one heavenly thunders, striking directly at her perception.

She had always felt that the Nation-Stealing Plan was a Genius design.

Since it was inconvenient for Spirit Hall to rule the continent directly as a religious entity, they let her infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire to seize power without a drop of blood being shed.

In her view, this plan was the embodiment of strategy, a higher-order method than simple military conquest.

But now Lin Qingmo was telling her.

This wasn’t strategy; this was taking the long way around.

You have a top-tier sports car, but instead of racing on the highway, you insist on riding it to the market to buy groceries.

A waste.

A pure waste!

She wanted to retort.

She had even organized the reasons for her rebuttal in her mind.

Spirit Hall needed a legitimate ruling position, and military conquest would provoke united resistance from all sides of the continent.

But these reasons circled in her mind, and she rejected them all herself.

Because the logic chain Lin Qingmo spoke of was closed too perfectly.

Once powerful enough to be a Titled Douluo and having stepped onto the path to godhood, who on the continent could stop her?

By that time, did it matter whether the Heaven Dou Empire surrendered or was destroyed?

Did it matter if the Star Luo Empire lived two days longer or shorter?

On the Douluo Continent, where strength is respected, crushing power is always more effective than schemes and tricks.

This truth was clearly so simple.

Why had she never realized it?

"You are nine years younger than me." Qian Renxue’s voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Hmm? I think so." Lin Qingmo scratched his head.

Nine years!

He had only used two-thirds of her time,

starting as trash, to catch up to a Rank almost equal to hers, and had even crushed her in actual combat.

If this nine-year period were converted into Cultivation progress, Lin Qingmo’s Cultivation speed was at least three times hers.

Qian Renxue lowered her head.

If she hadn’t worried about these damn matters of the Heaven Dou Empire.

If she had spent every minute and every second on Cultivation.

With a foundation of level 20 Innate Spirit Power, plus the personal guidance of her grandfather, the super DouluoQian Daoliu, plus the top resources of Spirit Hall... what would her strength be now?

Spirit Saint? Spirit Douluo?

This hypothesis made her whole body feel cold.

Because she didn’t dare to continue calculating; the more she calculated, the more stupid she felt.

Lin Qingmo watched the changes in Qian Renxue’s expression and wondered if he had said a bit too much.

This girl’s complexion had turned from white to blue, and from blue to black.

She was currently in a state of deep doubt, thinking, "It seems I have wasted ten years of my life."

Her lips were bitten white, her eyes slightly red, but she was holding on, not letting the tears fall.

"Uh."

Lin Qingmo muttered to himself: "Did I poke a sore spot?"

He thought about it and decided to comfort her.

"Actually, you don’t have to blame yourself too much; this Nation-Stealing Plan wasn’t your decision alone, right?"

"Those Elders in Spirit Hall must have participated in the decision-making; maybe it was even your grandfather..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Qian Renxue stood up abruptly.

She clenched her fists.

She clenched them so hard that her knuckles cracked.

Lin Qingmo subconsciously took half a step back.

"You are right."

Qian Renxue raised her head, and her golden eyes burned with an unprecedented flame.

Not a flame of anger. It was a flame of fighting Spirit.

"I have indeed wasted too much time."

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was exceptionally firm, each word like a nail driven into the ground.

"For these years playing the role of the Crown Prince in the Heaven Dou Empire, I treated politics as my primary method, but I forgot that true power never comes from schemes and tricks."

She took a deep breath.

"From today on, I will put Cultivation in the first place."

She looked at Lin Qingmo, the young man’s figure reflected in the burning flames of her eyes.

"Lin Qingmo, thank you for waking me up with your scolding."

Before Lin Qingmo could react, Qian Renxue had already extended her right hand, pointing straight at him.

"I will surpass you."

Her voice echoed in the valley, carrying an unquestionable determination.

"I will work hard to Cultivate, participate in the Angel God trials, step onto the path to godhood, and become a true powerhouse."

Lin Qingmo stared at her for three seconds.

Then he smiled.

"Fine, I’ll be waiting."

It seems she didn’t need his comfort.

This discovery made Lin Qingmo breathe a sigh of relief.

(End of Chapter)

[Get +50 Extra Chapters on - P@tr3on "RinBlaze"]

[Every 15 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]

[Thanks for Reading!]