Chapter 2357 - 2360: Your Holy, Absolutely Beautiful Goddess Is My Maid

Desecration!

This was the first thought that flashed through the minds of everyone present when they saw Shen Qiang walking toward Qingxuan, whose aura was holy and noble, whose face was exquisitely beautiful, and whose figure was tall and perky.

"Such a perfect woman shouldn't exist in this world. She's proud, sacred, beautiful and valiant, like pure Crystal, spotless, making me willingly kneel at her feet and look up at her face. As long as I can see her visage, my heart already feels calm. She is the Goddess I worship the most, so Shen Qiang, don't you dare go near her, or don't blame me for turning hostile!"

"She's so beautiful, but what truly makes me feel reverence is that trace of calm between life and death, and that serenity, that refined heart and gentle nature, and those eyes as translucent as Crystal, and the proud smile at her lips, as if she's seen through everything."

"That holy aura, noble as an ice-mountain snow lotus—such a sacred, valiant, wise woman, there's simply no man in this world worthy of her!"

Yet though this was what everyone present thought in their hearts, not a single person spoke up.

After all, given the situation now, Gong Ziyi's people were already utterly defeated. Shen Qiang was the victor, the winner, and also the big boss of Heshenghe. So even though whether it was the Cultivator Investigators or those Great Demons, all felt that no man should go near her, none of them dared to say it.

But the people in the discussion group online exploded in an instant.

"A bastard like Shen Qiang has no right to approach such a holy Goddess!"

"Desecration! This is desecration! A Goddess so noble—no man in this world is worthy of her! Am I impressive or what? I'm the Sect Leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. I come from orthodox lineage, hold great power. A woman like her is someone even I can only look up to, so what right does that Shen Qiang have to get close to her?!"

"Such a noble Goddess—if I can just kneel at her feet and look up at her, I already feel like the happiest man in the world. So Shen Qiang, you bastard, get away, get away! If you dare flirt with my Goddess, I'll kill you!"

The discussion group's messages exploded.

But while they were roaring madly, the smiling Shen Qiang had already halted his steps gracefully, simply standing there, quietly looking at Qingxuan.

Seeing the laughter and appreciation in Shen Qiang's eyes, Qingxuan's pretty face flushed in a whoosh of red, then she stepped lightly toward Shen Qiang.

At this moment, her expression was shy and tender.

Within that holy, noble air, a young girl's secret feelings peeked through.

That delicate beauty was so breathtaking that everyone involuntarily held their breath.

"Her smile is so beautiful."

"A beauty like Jade!"

"Perfect and flawless!"

And just as everyone held their breath, eyes full of shock, admiration, and reverence as they looked at her—

The peerlessly beautiful Qingxuan, who had walked up in front of Shen Qiang, suddenly, under everyone's stunned gaze, shyly bent both knees and knelt down.

In an instant, everyone's faces turned deathly pale.

"Impossible! This is an illusion! How can the Goddess kneel before Shen Qiang!"

"My Goddess, don't do this! It's fake, fake, this absolutely has to be fake!"

"Bastard Shen Qiang, I'll butcher you!"

And just as they were shrieking in horror and fury—

The scene that instantly plunged them into despair appeared.

Kneeling in front of Shen Qiang, the delicate Qingxuan saw a splash of muddy water on Shen Qiang's shiny leather shoes. Immediately, she took out from her bosom a white-as-snow handkerchief and, carefully yet earnestly, helped Shen Qiang wipe off the filth on his shoes.

"Ah, you bastard!"

A Cultivator from the Abyss, who had already retreated far away and was kneeling on the ground, suddenly howled in grief.

Another person, with tears streaming down, stood up, and strode toward Shen Qiang in fury.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you! How dare you desecrate my Goddess—you must die, you must die!"

Shen Qiang's lips curled with a teasing smile.

Qingxuan had long since sacrificed herself to serve; she was already Shen Qiang's woman.

Modern people don't care about this.

But for Qingxuan, who lived in the Immortal Realm, the moment she chose to Break Immortal Fate, and undergo Soldier Disintegration to Guard Shen Qiang, she was already destined to forever be Shen Qiang's most loyal Maid.

Let alone just kneeling and helping wipe his shoes—whatever it was, as long as Shen Qiang wanted it, she would never refuse.

Anything!

Reaching out his hand, Shen Qiang smiled and said, "Get up, you did well."

Qingxuan's face instantly turned shy and rosy.

That snow-white, tender little hand rested in Shen Qiang's palm, soft and warm.

"Ah, kill Shen Qiang! That bastard actually dares hold the Goddess's hand! This is unforgivable!"

"Let go of my Goddess and we're still friends!"

"Bastard, never in my life have I seen someone so brazenly shameless!"

"Scum, despicable, shameless, low, utterly vile scum—let my Goddess go, don't desecrate her! She's so holy, so noble, how can you, you bastard, bear to touch her with your filthy hands!"

The enraged Cultivators roared.

At that moment, lightning streaked through the sky, illuminating the killing chill of the night rain.

And it also lit up the petite figure of a girl on a large tree hundreds of meters away.

She was wearing a cloak-style raincoat.

Her dainty lotus-like feet were in a pair of embroidered shoes, her round, snow-white calves clearly visible when the lightning flashed. At her ankle, as white as congealed Jade, there hung a delicate anklet.

The Silver Bell on the anklet swayed lightly in the wind, yet made no sound at all.

Only her voice, like a warbling oriole, could be heard murmuring: "A woman with holy power kneels in devout worship; even kind people will become butchers. Under the heavens, the man who smiles sincerely… is my man… It's him, it must be him!"

The black crow on her shoulder cackled weirdly, then suddenly spoke human words.

"We shouldn't be wrong. A woman this holy, noble, and sacred has already knelt at his side, so naturally he's qualified to become our sect's future son-in-law. Holy Maiden, let him become your man. This guy can rein in your restless heart, and can inherit our sect's Divine Arts. He's the one and only choice."

In an instant, under the cloak, that fair, beautiful little face flushed red.

Then she fell silent, simply watching the shy Qingxuan walk back to the distance.

"Gong Ziyi, right now I'm standing and you're kneeling. My people are majestic and imposing, while your people are already utterly defeated. So now, you can only kneel here and listen to me lay down the rules."

Shen Qiang smiled.

But those cold, uncompromising words instantly focused everyone's attention on Shen Qiang, and in that moment made everyone realize that the main characters tonight were not Qingxuan, but Shen Qiang and Gong Ziyi.

"Bastard, a gentleman may be killed but not humiliated!" Gong Ziyi roared.

Shen Qiang laughed, then said calmly, "Gong Ziyi, I've backed down from you again and again, yet you've refused to let it go. Now I'm humiliating you—what can you do about it?"

"I'll kill you!"

Gong Ziyi, tears surging, roared in fury, but with Silver Needles in his body, he couldn't even move a finger at this moment.

"You want to kill me? Maybe someone can, but you can't."

Shen Qiang smiled.