"Bang!"
The hall was deathly silent.
The cardinal and his attendants knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.
They overheard the Pope's family affairs and feared being silenced.
Qian Renxue stared blankly at the tightly closed door.
His eyes were brimming with tears.
But she bit her lip tightly, refusing to let the tears fall.
Don't cry.
If you cry, your mom will hate you even more.
I am a descendant of the Qian family.
I am the young master of the Spirit Hall.
I must be strong.
Qian Renxue took a deep breath, raised the back of her hand, and vigorously wiped the reddened corners of her eyes.
She turned around and forced a smile at the group of trembling servants.
"I'm fine."
"The awakening ceremony is over, everyone can leave now."
After saying that.
She straightened her small back and walked out of the Awakening Hall step by step.
Although the figure looked somewhat lonely from behind.
I felt a little lonely.
But it didn't collapse.
We left the Papal Palace.
The sunlight outside was a bit too bright.
Qian Renxue looked up at the sky.
I'm in a terrible mood.
Whenever this happens, she does something.
Go to the west of the city.
That was the slum of Wuhun City, where many children lived because they didn't have enough to eat.
Although Wuhun City appears glamorous on the surface, in this dog-eat-dog world, there are always corners where the sun doesn't shine.
Qian Renxue likes to go there.
She would take her pocket money and buy lots of hot steamed buns and meat dumplings.
Watching those children, even younger than herself, wolf down their food.
Seeing the satisfied smiles on their faces.
Qian Renxue would then feel that she was also needed.
I am not a superfluous person.
He is not the bastard his mother described.
She skillfully took a side path she usually used, avoiding the patrolling paladin knights.
A small figure moved through the alley.
Although she had just suffered a huge blow, her eyes regained their clarity.
Since I can't get love.
Then go and give love.
This is the simplest thought in the heart of six-year-old Qian Renxue.
To the west of Wuhun City lies a corner forgotten by time.
There is neither the grandeur of the Papal Palace nor the cleanliness of the streets here.
All that remained were low shacks and air that smelled musty.
Qian Renxue carried a huge food box, walking along the muddy path with uneven steps.
Her delicate lambskin boots were covered in mud.
But she didn't care.
Several children who were rummaging through the garbage for food saw her.
Those previously numb eyes suddenly burst forth with light.
"It's Sister Xue'er!"
"Sister Xue'er is here!"
The children gathered around.
Their dirty little hands dared not touch Qian Renxue's expensive skirt, but they jumped excitedly from a distance.
Qian Renxue opened the food box.
Steaming white vapor rose up, carrying the aroma of meat buns.
In this dark slum, this smell is simply the most wonderful salvation in the world.
"Eat slowly, everyone, there's still plenty left."
Qian Renxue distributed the steamed buns one by one.
Watching the children wolf down their food, her heart, which had been pierced by Bibi Dong, finally felt a touch of warmth.
At least here.
She is needed by people.
She is loved by everyone.
Not that superfluous "hybrid".
After distributing the food, Qian Renxue was about to leave when she suddenly caught sight of a ruin out of the corner of her eye.
There was a pile of rubble there.
And in the cracks between the rocks, there seemed to be a very faint light flickering.
The light was strange.
It is neither the red of flames nor the blue of soul power.
Rather, it is a strange color that intertwines pure black with sacred gold.
Qian Renxue walked over instinctively.
She pushed aside a few pieces of rubble.
Then, she froze.
Beneath those jumbled rocks, there were no rare treasures.
Instead, it was a nearly transparent shadow.
It was a humanoid figure of light and shadow, no bigger than the palm of your hand, curled up in a ball, looking extremely painful.
What should have been sacred wings are now tattered and broken.
That is the soul.
Moreover, it is a soul that is about to shatter and dissipate.
Qian Renxue felt a throbbing sensation deep within her bloodline.
This feeling was exactly the same as when she awakened her martial soul, and even more noble.
Are you injured?
Qian Renxue stretched out her hands and carefully cradled the remnant soul in her palms.
The light and shadow did not react at all.
It is too weak.
So weak that even maintaining its form was extremely difficult.
Qian Renxue didn't think much of it.
She carefully hid the remnant soul close to her body and warmed it with her own body heat.
She then quickened her pace and ran towards the Papal Palace.
We must save him.
This was Qian Renxue's only thought at that moment.
...
Inside Qian Renxue's boudoir.
The expensive crystal chandelier emitted a soft light.
Qian Renxue sat on the edge of the bed, her brows furrowed.
She has tried every possible method.
He fed her water, channeled ordinary soul power into her, and even took out his treasured healing powder.
But the remnant soul still showed no improvement.
It's like a bottomless pit; no matter what you put in, it won't cause a ripple.
Instead, the light grew dimmer, as if it would go out completely at any moment.
Qian Renxue was so anxious that fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Looking at the tiny, writhing figure in her palm, a strange pang of sorrow welled up inside her.
The feeling she got from this remnant soul was one of profound loneliness.
It felt like the whole world had abandoned us.
How similar she is to myself now.
"Don't be afraid."
"I won't let you die."
Qian Renxue took a deep breath.
She slowly closed her eyes and mobilized the primal power within her body that had only recently awakened.
Buzz!
The six-winged angel martial spirit appeared behind her.
Although it is still very immature, its sacred radiance is real.
Qian Renxue guided this purest angelic light, slowly pouring it into the remnant soul in her hand.
This is a huge drain on resources.
For a six-year-old child who has just awakened to the world, this is tantamount to overdrawing his own life force.
But Qian Renxue did not stop.
A miracle happened.
The moment the golden holy light touched the remnant soul, the originally lifeless black energy began to slowly circulate.
Black and gold, two forces intertwined.
The remnant soul's originally blurry face began to become slightly clearer.
it works!
A joyful smile appeared on Qian Renxue's pale face.
She gritted her teeth and persisted in channeling her soul power.
This persistence lasted for three whole days.
She barely slept for the past three days.
As soon as her soul power recovered even a little, she immediately transferred it to the remnant soul in her hand.
She even sent away the maids who delivered the food, fearing that the secret would be discovered.
Until late at night on the third day.
Qian Renxue was utterly exhausted.
Her vision began to blur, and her body swayed precariously.
Just when she was about to give up.
The remnant soul in his hand suddenly trembled.
Then.
A powerful yet gentle aura emanated from that remnant soul.
(End of chapter)