Chapter 29 Qian Xunji Passes Away, Little Golden Retriever Grows Up.
"Understood!" Jiang Nian replied solemnly.
Seeing how obedient and sensible he was, Bibi Dong felt a little relieved.
In the past three years, this little guy had grown quite a bit taller, and now he was almost up to her chest.
In a few more years, he might even surpass her height.
"Go away."
Bibi Dong rubbed her tired eyes and prepared to go to bed.
Jiang Nian left the boudoir, gently closed the door, looked at the rain dripping in the courtyard, and after a while, returned to her own bedroom to rest.
Two days later, in the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Xunji on the sickbed, her resentment undisguised.
Now it was just the two of them here. If she didn't know that the guy who had ruined her life was about to die, she wouldn't bother to stay.
"Dong... Dong'er, do you still resent what I did back then?" Qian Xunji gave a bitter smile, his voice low.
Bibi Dong was too lazy to reply, and just looked at him quietly.
For a long time.
Qian Xunji closed his eyes, a murderous thought flashing through his mind.
However, it didn't last long.
He slightly relaxed his clenched fist and sighed deeply.
"Dong'er, when you sit in my position, you'll understand my choice."
"After I die, the Pope's position will fall to you."
"Ten years later, perhaps you'll understand me."
Bibi Dong suppressed her anger, her almond-shaped eyes widening as she said, "Enough! If you called me here just for this, then I'll take my leave!"
With that, she suddenly stood up and left without looking back.
Qian Xunji stared at her beautiful back, a complex emotion welling up inside him.
After a while, Little Golden Retriever came in.
Her eyes were red, and her voice was choked with sobs.
"Daddy..."
Qian Xunji stiffly reached out and gently wiped away Qian Renxue's tears.
"Xiaoxue, you must remember... listen to your grandfather in the future and cultivate diligently."
"I know... I know everything..."
Qian Xunji smiled, wanting to say something more, but he didn't have much strength left.
Gradually, he closed his eyes. He had seen his life in a flash.
Three days later.
The Spirit Hall announced that Pope Qian Xunji had died due to a cultivation deviation caused by being severely injured by Tang Hao. The entire Spirit City was dressed in mourning for his death.
This news quickly sparked discussion among spirit masters across the continent.
That was the Pope, how could he die from cultivation?!
And Tang Hao was actually so powerful?
Well-informed forces were watching to see what measures the Spirit Hall would take. During this period, without exception, many forces kept a low profile.
In the Pope's Palace, Jiang Nian, dressed in mourning, silently mourned for Qian Xunji.
As his nominal grand-disciple, he had been extremely busy during this time. He not only had to comfort the little golden-haired boy but also guard the mourning hall.
So he kept his head down with dark circles under his eyes, seemingly mourning but actually sleeping.
Although exhausted, the food was the best he'd had in years.
"Xiao Jiang, what should I do..."
Qian Renxue knelt beside him, weeping, her eyes red and swollen, her face haggard.
Jiang Nian struggled to open his eyes, looking at the Xuanbing coffin before him. He patiently comforted the little girl.
"Xiao Xue, although your grandmaster is gone, he has always been watching over you as a star in the sky."
"The only thing you need to do now is cultivate diligently, and avenge your grandmaster when you are strong enough."
"Besides, you still have Grandpa, Teacher, and Yue'er with you. You must pull yourself together."
After fluently reciting these platitudes, Jiang Nian felt his body swaying.
Qian Renxue nodded, then suddenly looked into his eyes.
"Then... what about you?"
"Won't you stay with me?"
Jiang Nian looked at her determined eyes, his vision blurry, and subconsciously wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Of course... I'll definitely stay with you."
"And then..."
*thud*
Jiang Nian collapsed into Qian Renxue's arms, truly unable to hold on any longer.
His consciousness told him to get up, but his body wouldn't allow it.
The little golden retriever looked at the sleeping Jiang Nian, his sadness gradually lessening. He tugged at his ear and said irritably, "I'll take that as a serious statement. If you deny it when you wake up, just wait!"
Qian Renxue released his hand, looked up at the now completely dark sky, a trace of weariness flashing in her eyes.
She curled up, hugged Jiang Nian's head, and closed her eyes.
"How do you keep warm?"
The next day.
Jiang Nian was awakened by the cold wind, shivering and opening his eyes with a slight frown.
He touched his arm and realized his robe was gone.
Looking down, he saw that the little golden retriever had torn it off.
Six hundred and sixty-six.
This girl is definitely going to steal the blankets someday.
He poked her cheek, and Qian Renxue grumbled a couple of times in dissatisfaction but didn't do anything more.
So Jiang Nian persisted.
Finally, on the third try, he woke the little golden retriever up.
"Hmm? Why are you awake?"
Qian Renxue's mind was full of questions, not understanding what he was trying to do.
Following his gaze downwards, a blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks.
"Um... I didn't mean to."
She quickly returned the clothes, shaking her head sleepily, looking quite adorable.
"It's okay, it's just a bit cold at night."
It had been raining for the past few days, so it was naturally a bit chilly in the main hall at night.
However, he remembered that his robes seemed to be buttoned up... Now that they were awake, there was no need to keep watch.
After all, it was breakfast time.
Jiang Nian was now living on these three meals a day.
The two of them had been going back and forth between three places for the past few days: eating, keeping watch, and going to the toilet.
Many people had come and gone during this time, some keeping watch with them for a while, and others just glancing at them and leaving.
The seventh day after his death arrived, and Jiang Nian, who had been busy all day, was finally free.
Lying on his spacious bed, he could finally calm down and think things through.
Qian Daoliu, just like in the original story, didn't cause trouble for the Haotian Sect; he only issued a warrant for Tang Hao's arrest and then disappeared.
As for whether the little golden-haired boy would go to the Heaven Dou Empire as an undercover agent, that remained unknown.
Of course, it was best if he didn't go.
In his opinion, going there was pointless.
He could just focus on cultivating to godhood; one sword strike would be enough to annihilate 100,000 soldiers.
Some time passed.
Bibi announced herself as the new Pope, and she herself successfully broke through to the Title Douluo level.
As for why it happened so quickly, Jiang Nian knew a little about it.
"Little Nian, are you planning to come live with me in the Pope's Palace, or stay here..."
Bibi Dong walked up to him with her long, slender legs, her face cold and elegant.
Jiang Nian pondered for a moment, then said solemnly, "Teacher, you are now the Pope. It would be against the rules for me to live there."
"How about I move out..."
Before he could finish, Bibi Dong interrupted him with an unquestionable voice: "Move out?!"
"Where do you want to move to?"
"Since you don't want to go to the Papal Palace, then you can stay here obediently. No one can kick you out!"
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