Soul Land—Chapter 147: Gifts and the Eve of Shura Field
After listening to Ling Qianyao's narration, Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing were both stunned, their eyes full of surprise.
"So," Qian Renxue lowered her eyebrows and pondered for a moment, "Grandpa's terrifying soul ring configuration originated from this? I asked grandpa, but he just told me that the timing wasn't right."
She suddenly frowned again.
"What kind of shitty Rakshasa God treated her like this? This kind of evil god even makes the inheritor suffer like this in the God Trial?"
Some other evil gods probably wouldn't be like this. Rakshasa, in particular, has no rewards—only side effects—in the God Trial, which is rare among the rare.
Ling Qianyao said, "Xue'er, maybe you should ask your grandfather about your Angel God Trial. Also, you can inquire about the Pope's past."
Qian Renxue was stunned, then nodded.
"It seems there are still things I don't know. I understand."
Ling Qianyao let out a sigh of relief. It was too difficult for him to handle everything alone. He first dragged Qian Daoliu—whom he had only just met—into this mess.
As the most glorious and upright person on the Douluo Continent during this period, Qian Daoliu shouldn't need to care about such matters.
The situation was a bit tricky, so he could only trouble Qian Daoliu for now, giving Qian Renxue a heads-up so that Bibi Dong's future confession and amends would be better received.
Qian Renxue seemed unable to suppress her worries. Her eyes flickered several times before she left a sentence and headed to the worship hall.
Zhu Zhuqing, left behind, snuggled in Ling Qianyao's arms, twisting her body, and whispered,
"Qianyao, the aura of the Pope seems to be a bit strong on you?"
Ling Qianyao froze slightly, then recovered naturally.
"The purification treatment for the Rakshasa evil thought requires me to have relatively close contact with her so that I can accurately guide my purification power to fight against that evil thought.
Getting some of her aura is probably unavoidable."
Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes and hummed, but she still felt a bit confused.
'I always feel that your temperament has changed a little since you returned. You seem more attractive than before. Is it an illusion?'
She paused, then continued,
'Why do I always feel that this Pope's attitude towards Sister Xue seems to have changed greatly not long ago? I can't feel that kind of familial affection.
If she were like Zhu Zhuyun, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, I should be able to sense it.
Also, when she suddenly visited that day, the look in her eyes towards Qianyao was very strange. I always feel... It's like the look I and Qian Renxue have when we look at Qianyao at night. I hope I'm not overthinking.'
Zhu Zhuqing gently pinched Ling Qianyao's cheek and said softly,
"Qianyao, if something happens, you can tell me everything. Nothing is more important than you. If you encounter trouble, you don't need to hide and handle it alone."
Ling Qianyao sighed secretly. Zhu Zhuqing was thoughtful—she had sensed something was wrong with Bibi Dong for a long time. After all, with Zhu Zhuyun as an example, she was particularly sensitive to family affection.
He held Zhu Zhuqing's small hand in his palm.
"I know."
"Good." Zhu Zhuqing got up from Ling Qianyao's embrace with a smile.
"Didn't you say the Pope might come to dinner tonight? Get up and help me!"
She watched Ling Qianyao walk into the kitchen, but her gaze lingered out the window.
'Qianyao is hiding something. I think I need to test it.'
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Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu stroked his beard, scratched his head, and looked helplessly at Qian Renxue in front of him.
How did this little ancestor know about God's Trial in advance? And she came to ask about Bibi Dong and the Spirit Hall's past long ago?
'You just need to come and ask a question, but this old man has a lot more to consider.
Can the Angel God's trial be explained in a word or two? As for that rebellious son Ji'er's matter, this old man is... tsk.
It wasn't good to tell you back then, and now I'm supposed to tell you the truth directly? I feel like this old man will directly lose a granddaughter he watched grow up. I'm defeated.
Who the hell told you these things? Don't let this old man catch you, otherwise I'll personally…'
"Grandpa? Grandpa, say something!"
Qian Daoliu was snapped back to his senses by Qian Renxue's suddenly louder voice. He coughed twice, guilt written across his face.
"Xiaoxue, grandpa is thinking about how to tell you. Wait for me to figure out how to explain it—how to make it up to you, um, explain."
Qian Renxue frowned, sensing that the matter was more complicated than it seemed.
She folded her arms in front of her chest, her eyes full of suspicion.
"Grandpa, don't try to fool me. I'm not a child anymore. You'd better be honest, otherwise you'll lose a thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket and get a piece of black-hearted cotton."
Qian Daoliu's mouth twitched. In his heart, he cursed the guy who had led Qian Renxue here to ask for the truth a thousand times again.
He forced a bitter smile onto his face, "This matter is a long story…"
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Night, Villa.
Qian Renxue returned home with a complicated expression, sat silently on the sofa, and lay down on Ling Qianyao's thigh.
"Qianyao, you tell me. Suppose—just suppose—if Bibi Dong isn't my mother, how should I see her?"
Qian Renxue truly couldn't understand what Qian Daoliu meant.
Since her father, Qianxunji, used an illusion to manipulate everything and destroyed Bibi Dong's state of mind, and if Bibi Dong is still intact now, where did she come from?
Even Grandpa didn't know her specific background. Everything was buried in the years, taken away by that incredibly intelligent Qian Xunji.
But Grandpa also said that she did have some relationship with Bibi Dong, a close connection between them, and if she regarded her as her mother, it was also possible. This made Qian Renxue's mentality a bit explosive.
(The seed of divinity, based on Bibi Dong's human body as a carrier, descended into the world)
In a way, the twisted thoughts of the evil angel, her desire for control, and her perverted ways of playing seem to have been inherited from Bibi Dong.
Well done, unlucky Grandpa. Xue'er's emotions aren't fluctuating much. As expected, the old man has better linguistic skills.
"Why do you say that?" Ling Qianyao stroked her beautiful hair.
Qian Renxue shook her head.
"I don't know. But suddenly, those past resentments are mixed with some inexplicable emotions."
Just then, Bibi Dong's voice sounded outside the door.
"Qianyao, Xue'er?"
Qian Renxue got up, but her expression was no longer as excited as usual. Instead, she looked complicated. She opened the door.
"Mother?"
Bibi Dong was stunned.
Qian Renxue's greeting didn't seem like a greeting at all, but more like a puzzled inquiry.
"What's wrong?"
Qian Renxue shook her head.
"Nothing. Come in."
Bibi Dong grabbed Qian Renxue's wrist, and she froze.
"This is a gift for you," Bibi Dong said softly.
Qian Renxue took the box in her hand—it contained a white hairband embroidered with an angel pattern on the inside.
Her tense mind relaxed a little, and she smiled.
"Thank you."
(End of this chapter)