Music, Kind Little Xue'er

Everyone was curious as well—what gift would Qian Yuxi bring for the Young Master this time?

Ever since he had given Little Angel her first gift when they were five, Qian Yuxi had always managed to surprise her. Everyone believed this time would be no exception.

"Little Xi, what did you prepare for your sister?" Qian Xunji raised a brow, intending to see what this boy who seemed to have just the tiniest bit of interest in his daughter would bring out.

Underestimating me?

Qian Yuxi took out the Bamboo Flute, drank a sip of juice to clear his throat, and prepared to play.

An instrument? This little guy had that kind of hobby too?

Other than Radiant Feather Douluo, everyone present showed surprised expressions. They had not expected this six-year-old child to know how to play the flute.

Qian Yuxi stood up and held the Bamboo Flute properly. Very soon, a melodious and pleasant tune began to play.

The music tinkled like spring water, as sweet and pleasing as an oriole leaving its valley, intoxicating all who heard it.

Perhaps because Qian Yuxi was still young, there was not much emotional force in his flute playing. Yet everyone present was an expert, and upon hearing this piece, a warm current rose within their hearts.

They had never heard such a healing melody before. It seemed capable of soothing the suppressed pain and loneliness buried deep within their souls.

As the flute music gradually faded, Qian Yuxi's little face had turned red from catching his breath. His pale red eyes sparkled brightly, carrying a peculiar charm.

Whew, good thing my fundamentals are solid, or I really might have messed that up. Hehe, Xue'er should like it, right?

His relieved and delighted voice reached Little Angel's heart. Listening to the flute, Qian Renxue's gaze upon him grew gentler, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl upward.

This was the best gift she had received so far.

"Little Xi, you're amazing! You can even play the flute!" Qian Renxue could not help praising him.

Clap, clap, clap.

Ghost Douluo and Moon Douluo were the first to applaud. Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, and Radiant Feather Douluo followed suit.

"Little Xi, I never expected you to have such a talent." Qian Daoliu stroked his grizzled beard in satisfaction.

Qian Yuxi smugly replied, "Hehe, maybe I was born with a talent for music."

"This brat..." Qian Xunji found the boy both pleasing to the eye and irritating.

He liked that he was versatile and had, in a sense, saved his life. What annoyed him was... the way the boy looked at his precious daughter.

Little Angel continued opening her gifts. The gifts from the various elders were all extraordinary: treasured swords, gemstone necklaces, and cloaks made from the pelts of tiger-type soul beasts.

Before they knew it, the banquet had ended. Qian Renxue looked once more toward the entrance of the Worship Hall, and a flicker of disappointment quietly passed through her beautiful eyes. Qian Yuxi took it all in.

Xue'er has looked at the door seven times already... She doesn't still think that woman Bibi Dong will come, does she...?

Sighing inwardly, Qian Yuxi placed the flute back into the Qin Case and rose, intending to comfort his Angel.

"I still want Mommy..." Qian Renxue's voice was choked with sobs.

Qian Yuxi stopped in his tracks, the tenderness in his heart surging once more. He looked around. Qian Xunji was slightly drunk; his grandfather wanted to comfort his granddaughter but did not know how. Half of the six elders had already left, while his master, Radiant Feather Douluo, kept signaling at him with his eyes.

"Sister..."

"Little Xi..." Seeing him approach, Qian Renxue raised her head and stubbornly held back the tears in her eyes. "Can... can you take a walk with me?"

"Of course!" Qian Yuxi agreed without hesitation.

The Xue'er he knew had always been strong and proud. No matter how difficult things became, she could grit her teeth and endure them, surviving twenty whole years on her own...

But what had she paid in exchange for that? Qian Yuxi knew all too well.

To the Spirit Hall's double-digit number of Titled Douluo, some worthless infiltration plan was not even worth mentioning. It did not deserve to be compared with his Little Angel. As long as they had a Limit Douluo, as long as a god appeared, everything would be nothing but an illusion!

Bibi Dong had already been confined, so naturally no infiltration plan would come into being. Even in the original timeline, if Qian Xunji were still alive, he would never have agreed to let his only daughter leave home for decades and suffer that kind of humiliation!

All for the sake of pretending to be a man? And she would first have to pose as a maid for years, carefully reading everyone's expressions to avoid revealing any flaws?

Get lost! If they push us too far, we'll just flip the table. The current powers of the continent can be summed up in one sentence:

"Those from Sea God Island, stand up. Everyone here is trash!"

Tang Chen had been missing for decades without making a peep. If the old man had not still held onto some old affection, Spirit Hall would have steamrolled them long ago!

And then...

That Hundred-Thousand Year Spicy Rabbit Head, and Tang Dog San... You 882-cosplaying Jumi Jie'e idiot, just wait for me!

Qian Yuxi hardened his heart, and a dark purple glint flashed through his eyes.

"Little Xi?" The voice in her heart had suddenly turned frigid, startling Qian Renxue.

"Little Xi, you...?"

Qian Yuxi came back to his senses and forced a smile. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about something. Sis... Sister, where do you want to go?"

"I... want to try one last time." Qian Renxue pulled a small gift box from her arms and looked toward the window at her side, in the direction of the Saintess Hall.

...Fine. One last time. Let Xue'er see Bibi Dong for who she really is.

Qian Yuxi sighed inwardly, but still agreed. He followed her out, and the two little ones walked side by side beneath the night sky, gradually disappearing into the distance.

The night breeze gently brushed against them, carrying a trace of chill. The closer they drew to the Saintess Hall, the heavier the icy aura became. Qian Renxue could not help shivering as she hugged the gift box tightly to her chest.

Xue'er, it's okay... I'm here!

A warm voice entered her mind. Qian Renxue immediately felt a little warmer all over. Lowering her head slightly, she saw the little guy, still a head shorter than her, using Soul Power to warm her.

Qian Renxue smiled, and warmth spread through a place deep in her heart.

After arriving at the hall entrance, she hesitated for a long while. Finally, Little Qian Renxue gathered her courage, waved her little pink fist, and walked inside with the gift box in hand, accompanied by Qian Yuxi.

Demon Bear Douluo and Spirit Kite Douluo, who were guarding the hall, had initially wanted to stop them. But upon seeing that it was their Young Master, they merely followed in secret to prevent any accidents.

Inside the hall, the corridors were a complete mess. Everywhere they looked, there were either smashed objects or broken shards of tiles, along with overturned tables and chairs...

Looks like this woman hasn't gone mad any less often over the past three years...

Qian Yuxi looked around before finally fixing his gaze on the room ahead. Compared to the chaos outside, it was relatively neat. Bibi Dong sat cross-legged before the bed, as though boundless resentment and hatred were brewing within her. Divine Slaughter's Domain was ready to erupt at any time, while wisps of black aura curled around her body, making the two little ones afraid to approach.

Her lips were bitten bloody. Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes, and her wine-red pupils had actually turned scarlet. Upon seeing who had come, a ripple appeared in her cold, blood-red eyes. "You? What are you doing here?"

"I..." Qian Renxue was still somewhat afraid.

She was only a nine-year-old child. Under the double pressure of a high-level Spirit Douluo and Divine Slaughter's Domain, the still-young Six-Winged Angel was utterly unable to resist.

"If you have nothing to say, get lost." Bibi Dong snorted coldly and closed her eyes to resume cultivating her Soul Power. There was not a trace of tenderness in her words; she did not resemble a mother speaking to her daughter at all.

As if stunned by Bibi Dong's words, Qian Renxue remained silent for a long time. At last, she gathered her courage, carried the gift box in her hands forward, and said, "Today is my birthday. I prepared... a gift for you."

"It's your birthday, and you prepared a gift for me?" Bibi Dong found it rather amusing. Still with her eyes closed, she continued gathering Soul Power. "Did water get into your brain?"

"I..." Qian Renxue bit her lip. "Grandpa told me that a child's birthday is also the day a mother suffers. You gave birth to me nine years ago. I... I wanted..."

Bibi Dong froze upon hearing this. Then she opened her eyes and watched Qian Renxue offer the gift box to her with hopeful anticipation.

Qian Yuxi stared at everything without blinking, his fists clenched tight. If Bibi Dong dared to unleash her Soul Power, Spirit Kite and Demon Bear, who were standing guard, would definitely not stand by idly.

I'm talking about you, Bibi Dong. Are you taking it or not...? Why are you just staring blankly?

Looking at the two little children before her, Bibi Dong fell silent for a moment. However, the black aura around her receded somewhat.

Qian Yuxi's anxious and impatient voice reached her ears. The hope in Qian Renxue's eyes gradually turned to disappointment. In the end, was it still impossible?

Suddenly, Bibi Dong extended her hand and picked up the gift box. A hopeful light abruptly burst forth in Qian Renxue's eyes.