Can a Tiger's Poison Harm Its Own Cub?

Within Saintess Hall, faint bloodstains remained on the floor, trailing all the way to the bathroom. A breathtakingly cold and beautiful girl stood before the mirror, icy droplets slowly sliding down her neck, washing away the blood on her cheeks.

Her figure was voluptuous, pale purple hair cascading over her shoulders. Her white dress outlined her graceful curves and alluring charm, yet there was a faint viciousness between her brows. A black sickle-shaped mark flickered in and out of sight on her forehead.

"Rakshasa First Trial: devour the soul of an Angel Martial Soul master. Heh... Qian Xunji, Qian Xunji. Enjoy the last few years of your life..."

Bibi Dong blinked slowly, purple-red filling her pupils. She gently stroked her forehead as a bloodthirsty gleam flashed through her eyes.

Ever since the Secret Chamber Incident three years ago, only two things remained in her heart: finding Great Corpse and pursuing a frenzied ambition for revenge.

Strands of purple aura surged into Bibi Dong's mind. Turning her head, she seemed to gaze through countless doors toward Worship Hall, her expression gradually twisting into something savage.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Y-Your Royal Highness, the Saintess, a Revered Elder wishes to see you."

The trembling voice of a maid came from outside. The moment she heard it, Bibi Dong's expression darkened further.

Gritting her teeth, deep hatred surfaced in her eyes as she asked in a low voice, "What does that elder look like?!"

"Dressed in snow-white robes, with white hair and the face of a child."

Radiant Feather Douluo?

Bibi Dong's expression eased somewhat, and the aura on the verge of erupting receded a little. "Let him in."

Among the people in Worship Hall, the person Bibi Dong knew best was neither Qian Daoliu nor Golden Crocodile, but this Fifth Elder. Before that incident happened, this old rascal often slipped out of Worship Hall to play with her. Back then, Bibi Dong had even righteously asked him why he always came to bother a child like her instead of cultivating properly.

But Fifth Elder had replied amiably that his talent had already been developed nearly to its limit. Rather than foolishly sitting in a dark room every day, staring blankly at his Martial Soul, he might as well spend time playing with juniors like them, so he would not have any regrets when he grew old.

Creak—

The doors opened. Radiant Feather Douluo entered with a smile, both hands behind his back, and nodded in greeting. "Little Dong'er, I didn't expect you to really come back alive. Pretty impressive."

"Mm." Bibi Dong slightly closed her eyes and gave an indifferent snort. "Could it be that Fifth Elder is disappointed?"

The smile on Radiant Feather Douluo's face stiffened slightly. He coughed dryly. "How could that be? I watched you grow up. How could I bear to curse that adorable little girl from back then to death?"

"Oh? Then did Fifth Elder come to congratulate me on leaving Slaughter City?" Bibi Dong crossed her arms, the corners of her eyes lifting slightly.

Radiant Feather Douluo chuckled. "More or less. Of course, there are others here to welcome you back as well."

"There is no need for anyone else, especially those two!" Bibi Dong's tone turned colder. If not for their decent personal relationship, she would have already thrown him out.

"That's not it. Little Dong'er, could you stop pulling such a long face? It's not as if I owe you Gold Soul Coins, right?" Radiant Feather Douluo maintained his smile as the hand behind his back shifted slightly.

"Mm?" Bibi Dong frowned. Releasing a trace of spiritual power, she immediately sensed the Sacred Aura within the room that she utterly despised.

A crimson glint flashed in her eyes as coldness spread from her body. "You brought her here?"

"Little Dong'er, calm down..." With a quiet sigh, Radiant Feather Douluo brought his hands forward. Little Qian Renxue clutched colorful candies in her left hand and held a sheet of drawing paper in her right, giving Bibi Dong a sweet smile.

"Mom, welcome home! These are Xue'er's favorite candies. They're for you!"

As Little Qian Renxue spoke, she extended the candies in her left hand, eagerly awaiting her mother's smile, even if it was only the faintest hint of one...

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes and stared at the candies in Little Qian Renxue's palm, but did not take them for a long moment.

"Mom?" Little Qian Renxue tilted her head at her. Thinking her mother found them insufficient, she hurriedly took out another large handful. At the same time, she offered the drawing paper in her right hand. The four figures on it could barely be made out as Qian Daoliu and his son, Bibi Dong, and Little Qian Renxue.

Bibi Dong glanced at it, and her eyes instantly widened in fury.

In the drawing, Qian Xunji had linked arms with her. Little Qian Renxue sat on her father's shoulders, tugging at the strands of hair dangling beside her mother's ear. Qian Daoliu stood at Qian Xunji's side, one hand resting on his son's shoulder.

Boom, boom, boom...

Divine Slaughter's Domain slowly spread out. Eight soul rings abruptly rose from beneath Bibi Dong's feet, and as she looked at Little Qian Renxue, there was... killing intent in her eyes!!

Bang!!

Soul Power erupted, and the shockwave swept through the room. Fortunately, Radiant Feather Douluo reacted quickly. His own aura exploded forth as he pulled Little Qian Renxue back into his arms, shielding her as Ice Crystal Wings spread behind him.

After entering the peak of Rank 97, he could foresee ordinary dangers with ease. Yet this danger still left Radiant Feather Douluo utterly shocked.

In merely one year within Slaughter City, Bibi Dong had actually broken through to Rank 84, becoming a Spirit Douluo!

Wasn't she only at the peak of Spirit Saint when she left?!

"Hey, Little Dong'er, isn't this going too far?!" Radiant Feather Douluo could no longer remain calm. He gripped the Radiant Feather Longbow in his other hand as ice began condensing into arrows.

"Mom..."

"I'm not your mother!!" Bibi Dong roared hysterically. The candies and drawing paper, which had been blown away by the clash of their Soul Power auras, happened to drift down before her.

Rip!

With a slight exertion of her fingers, the drawing tore apart precisely where Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji's arms were linked. The drawing Little Qian Renxue cherished instantly crumbled into scraps.

Bang!

Her sharp Sky-High Heels lightly stamped the floor again. Purple-black vapor spread outward, and the candies instantly turned to ash...

The expectation in Little Qian Renxue's eyes immediately became disappointment and fear. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Bibi Dong's eyes were bloodshot, and her heart clenched violently. She knew what this drawing meant to Little Qian Renxue, but she still wanted to destroy it without hesitation.

"Mom..." Little Qian Renxue sobbed. "Why? Why..."

"Get out! Radiant Feather Douluo, take her and get out! Don't force me to use my soul skills!!" Bibi Dong's voice was a hoarse scream, her eyes vicious and her entire body radiating violent killing intent. Her emotions had been completely consumed by that killing intent.

"Bibi Dong! Even a tiger does not eat its own cubs. How can you unleash killing intent against your own child?!" Radiant Feather Douluo's expression turned completely cold as his fifth soul ring flickered.

Bibi Dong looked utterly mad. Her arms had transformed into sharp, dark-purple spider legs, venom dripping from their tips.

"Hahahaha... A tiger does not eat its own cubs? Ridiculous! I don't acknowledge that bastard as mine. Why can't I devour her?!"

An almost imperceptible pain flashed in Radiant Feather Douluo's eyes. In the end, he lowered the Radiant Feather Longbow, slowly backing away with Little Qian Renxue in his arms. She had been frightened to the point of nearly crying aloud. Finally, he flew out of Saintess Hall.

All along the way, Little Qian Renxue kept crying, her sobs growing louder and more heart-wrenching.

The words Radiant Feather Douluo heard most were, "Mom, please, don't..."

"As expected, it failed again..."

Qian Daoliu heard his granddaughter's crying from far away. His heart ached as though being cut by blades. With a wave of his hand, the doors of Worship Hall opened, and he used Teleportation to appear before Radiant Feather Douluo, taking Little Qian Renxue into his arms.

He did not utter a single word of blame toward Radiant Feather Douluo, merely telling him to rest. Then he held his granddaughter and comforted her for a long while. "Good girl, don't cry, don't cry. Grandpa is here..."

Qian Xunji also stepped forward with a bitter smile. "Forget it, Father. I'll think of another way regarding my disciple..."

He looked at Little Qian Renxue, crying her heart out in Qian Daoliu's arms. His gaze dimmed, and guilt quietly filled his heart. I'm sorry, my daughter. If it weren't for your father... you wouldn't have had to suffer this at such a young age.

Our little Yu Xi had been placed in a wooden chair. The moment the doors were pushed open, he looked over. Little Qian Renxue was crying in Qian Daoliu's arms, while Qian Xunji stood nearby with sorrow on his face.

There was no need to think about it. That woman Bibi Dong had gone mad again.

Bastard... bastard! Even after transmigrating here, all I can do is watch. I can't do anything...

Little Angel cried so hard she could barely catch her breath, her tiny hands tightly covering her mouth, her eyes swollen and red. Every sob made Little Yu Xi's heart ache a little more.

I'll endure... I'll endure... Once I turn six, even if I have a useless Martial Soul, I'll still use the script in my head to do whatever I can!

Little Qian Renxue's emotions gradually stabilized. As though sensing something, she glanced in Little Yu Xi's direction. Two golden Sacred Auras collided, and a gentle halo spread outward. Deep within Worship Hall, the statue of the Angel God actually trembled slightly...

(I'm not joking. I really wrote these two chapters with red eyes. The most painful thing truly is hurting yourself...)