Soul Land—Chapter 146: Qian Renxue: Sooner or later, I will kill her
Walking back to the villa, Ling Qianyao felt quite heavy-hearted at the moment.
The result of the astrology was "good luck," but he didn't expect that this trip would cause the secret room incident to happen to him again.
He thought that good and bad luck were nothing more than safety, and he was always worried that during the purification process, the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa would suddenly riot, causing Bibi Dong to fall into madness and attack him.
As it turned out, she did attack him, but the method and approach were unexpected.
A grab, instantly subdued, eaten completely.
Bibi Dong was a Super Douluo after all, and thankfully she didn't activate her soul power; otherwise, with her enhanced physique, Ling Qianyao suspected he would fall apart under those circumstances.
If it came to that, he would have no strength to resist and could only be ravaged by Bibi Dong.
Fortunately, this supreme Pope's soul succumbed under that burning love, quickly losing the battle and allowing Ling Qianyao to take the dominant position.
Immersed in madness,
losing rationality and restraint.
Bibi Dong, wrapped in love, was so confused and intoxicated that she was utterly unreserved—something ordinary people could hardly imagine.
The impact of such extreme contrast was profound.
Although her love was morbid, it was undeniably ardent and pure. After the Taiyin star power brought her soul sublimation, Bibi Dong's thoughts about Ling Qianyao shifted from "morbid possession" to "willing to share the future."
A 'yandere' who lost her madness, Bibi Dong, who completely entrusted her body and mind, can be said to be a perfect existence
Ling Qianyao rubbed his temples, soothing his somewhat chaotic thoughts, and smiled bitterly.
"I was controlled by her," he muttered.
Ling Qianyao never evades sincere relationships, even if Bibi Dong uses such methods to leave a place in his heart.
"I must reveal the truth as soon as possible." Ling Qianyao's eyes were firm, and he murmured to himself, "Otherwise, this seemingly calm beauty will be shattered sooner or later."
He pushed open the door.
"Qianyao, you're back! Come and see how the omelette rice I made is," Qian Renxue called from the kitchen door, her face full of expectation and a little nervousness.
She was holding a plate of omelette rice that looked decent—golden egg skin wrapped around rice and side dishes inside, still faintly steaming.
Zhu Zhuqing was nearby, tidying up the leftover stall Qian Renxue had left. She raised her eyes slightly, smiling helplessly at Ling Qianyao.
She softly said, "Sister Xue has put in a lot of effort. Qianyao, you're lucky."
Since Bibi Dong last tasted her fried eggs and commented that they were good, Qian Renxue's enthusiasm for cooking seemed to have grown over the past two days.
"Okay."
Ling Qianyao suppressed the conflicting emotions in his heart, sat down with Qian Renxue, and tasted her newly made omelette rice under her expectant gaze.
"Very good. Xue'er has made great progress."
"Really? Humph." Qian Renxue raised her chin proudly. "I said it before—these things are nothing special. Accepting new things is the easiest for me."
She changed the subject, poking Ling Qianyao's cheek, blinking, and saying, "Why do I feel this treatment was very stressful? Did you encounter a difficult problem in the process?"
Ling Qianyao was startled, then shook his head.
"No, I'm just a little surprised by the cause of her soul damage and her unstable mental state."
Qian Renxue's expression grew serious, and a worried look flashed in her eyes.
"Have you found anything? And does she still need treatment now?"
Treatment should be unnecessary. Currently, Bibi Dong's mind has not been eroded by Rakshasa's evil thoughts, nor shaken—she is not breeding other psychological problems.
In her current state, Bibi Dong probably feels very good about herself. She might be lying on her bed, twisting and turning with the pillow Ling Qianyao used to sleep on in her arms.
Holding the quilt, she twists it into a knot, her cheeks flushed, her eyes like peach blossoms, and her lips curved into an occasional smile, immersed in her morbidly sweet fantasy.
Ling Qianyao pushed away the strange thoughts in his mind and continued,
"The treatment is over. When I guided the star power into her body for repair, the star power resonated with her. There's a star that matches her. I gave her the star map of that star."
Qian Renxue nodded.
"It's good. Zhuqing and I understand the strangeness of your martial soul. If we can help her, it will be a pleasant surprise. But what's the reason?"
Ling Qianyao straightened his expression.
"Do you know that there are gods in this world?"
Qian Renxue was stunned after his words, and Zhu Zhuqing silently put down her work, sitting beside Ling Qianyao to listen quietly.
Qian Renxue stroked her chin.
"Of course, I know about gods. Becoming a god at level 100, right? The ancestor of my Qian family was the spokesperson of the gods chosen by the Angel God in this world, responsible for spreading faith and maintaining divine power."
According to her family's secrets, the Angel God was a powerful being who ascended to godhood through cultivation in ancient times. She was inseparable from the Qian family.
It is said that she wielded a sacred sword with her mortal body, cut off sins and diseases across the continent, brought light to mankind, and ascended to heaven.
In the worship hall, the large angel statue was carved based on the appearance of the Angel God.
Qian Renxue's eyes showed memories.
"Since I can remember, I've listened to my grandfather tell the legend of the Angel God in the worship hall. The blood of the six-winged angel shoulders the mission of inheriting the glory of the Angel God and pursuing her footsteps."
She looked at Ling Qianyao.
"The Heaven Dou Empire is corrupt, and the Star Luo Empire has its undercurrents. Only when the continent is unified can it usher in a brighter, more stable future. Unification is a historical necessity, which is one of the reasons I chose to go to Heaven Dou Empire to carry out the mission."
She paused, then looked at him seriously.
"Qianyao, you mentioned gods—could it be that..."
Ling Qianyao nodded.
"The one responsible for eroding the Pope's soul and causing his mental disorder was the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God."
"What?" Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment. Her face frowned in confusion.
"Raksha? The name sounds very evil. How could she be related to such a god?"
"The Rakshasa God symbolizes evil and chaos. Its evil thoughts embody its negative power."
"She may have accidentally touched some taboos, or been manipulated by someone with ulterior motives, allowing the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa to take advantage of the situation," Ling Qianyao explained slowly.
Qian Renxue clenched her fist, her eyes burning with anger.
"Rakshasa? Is she very strong? I will kill her sooner or later. If my ancestors could become gods, I, Qian Renxue, can do the same."
"She also mentioned a word to me: God's Trial." Ling Qianyao said slowly.
"God's Trial?" Qian Renxue frowned, muttering to herself. A trace of solemnity and deep thought appeared in her eyes.
(End of this chapter)