Rakshasa Returns

Qian Renxue was thrilled to see her mother. She looked timidly at Bibi Dong, unconsciously tugging at the corner of her clothes with her little hand, wanting to step forward but not daring to.

Why had Bibi Dong come to see Little Xue at a time like this? What exactly did she want?

Could it be that she wanted Little Xue to help her meet her old lover, Yu Xiaogang?

Thinking of the relationship between Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong, Shen Nuonuo sighed.

She did not think Bibi Dong loved Yu Xiaogang all that much.

He was merely the unattainable white moonlight of her youth.

Like a thorn lodged in her heart at all times.

It was an obsession.

Did Bibi Dong truly love Yu Xiaogang that much?

If she really did, she would not have slaughtered the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, knowing full well how much Yu Xiaogang cared about it.

Rather than saying Bibi Dong loved Yu Xiaogang, it was more accurate to say that Yu Xiaogang was Bibi Dong's spiritual anchor to her former self.

Just as she had placed her longing and emotional reliance on her daughter onto Hu Liena.

Was Bibi Dong treating Hu Liena as a substitute for her daughter not also the result of her guilt toward Qian Renxue?

People would ultimately be trapped for a lifetime by what they could not obtain in their youth.

And a single moment or scene could also unravel a lifetime of confusion.

Bibi Dong walked over with steady steps. With every step closer, she became more certain that this girl was the one speaking about her in her heart!

Although the girl had not opened her mouth, just as before, the contempt on her face gave her away completely!

Seeing Bibi Dong's pink cheongsam, Shen Nuonuo immediately thought of a famous scene from Empresses in the Palace.

Ah, seeing her dressed like that reminded her of something Fourth Master once said to Consort Qi.

Pink is delicate and lovely. How old are you now?

The smile Bibi Dong had been maintaining nearly cracked upon hearing this. She took a deep breath, unwilling to pay any attention to that unfamiliar voice.

"Little Xue." In a single stride, Bibi Dong arrived beside Qian Renxue. She bent down and gazed at her daughter, her tone gentle.

Qian Renxue looked up at her. She was nervous, her heart pounding like a startled deer, thumping wildly. In the end, she gathered her courage

and called out,

"Mom."

Hearing that one word, Bibi Dong was dazed. After so many years, she had heard her daughter call her Mom again.

Little Xue—how many years had it been since she had called her that?

In her previous life, she had never heard it again, not even until her death.

Her eyes suddenly brimmed with tears. Unable to hold back any longer, she pulled Qian Renxue into her arms. "My daughter!"

Qian Renxue also keenly sensed the change in her mother's attitude toward her. She wrapped her arms around Bibi Dong's neck and called out tearfully, "Mom~"

Holding Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong gently stroked her daughter's soft hair, her voice filled with guilt. "Little Xue, I'm sorry."

They held each other tightly.

Both mother and daughter were deeply emotional.

Although Qian Renxue did not understand why Bibi Dong was apologizing or why she had suddenly become like a completely different person,

she still gently patted Bibi Dong's back. "Mom, it's okay."

Shen Nuonuo stood behind them, utterly puzzled. Something was wrong with Bibi Dong's attitude.

Shouldn't Bibi Dong be disgusted by Qian Renxue at this point?

Was there something wrong with Bibi Dong? Could it be that she...?

The moment Bibi Dong heard the girl's words, her body stiffened, and the arms tightly holding Qian Renxue loosened slightly.

"Mom, this is Sister Nuonuo, Grandpa's newly acknowledged god-granddaughter."

Sensing the change in Bibi Dong's body, Qian Renxue hurriedly introduced her.

"Greetings, Saintess."

Shen Nuonuo gave a slight bow.

"Mhm."

Bibi Dong composed herself and nodded at Shen Nuonuo.

Shen Nuonuo spotted Ghostly Douluo hurrying toward them.

Tsk, Grandpa really was afraid Bibi Dong would hurt Qian Renxue. He sent someone over so quickly.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghostly Douluo would become Bibi Dong's trusted aides in the future. She wondered what their relationship was like now.

Bibi Dong had treated Chrysanthemum Douluo poorly, but she seemed to have treated Ghostly Douluo fairly well?

Bibi Dong's face stiffened slightly as she looked at Ghostly Douluo with a complicated expression and let out a faint sigh.

"This subordinate greets the Saintess, Miss, and Young Master."

Ghostly Douluo respectfully bowed to the three of them, as though he had not heard Shen Nuonuo's words at all.

"Rise."

Bibi Dong spoke in a slightly low voice.

Ghostly Douluo glanced at Bibi Dong. His senses were especially keen when it came to emotions, and he only felt that the Saintess before him seemed like an entirely different person.

"This subordinate has come under the Great Enshrined's orders to escort the Young Master."

Ghostly Douluo concisely explained his purpose.

"Mom."

Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong reluctantly.

"Little Xue, go with your Grandpa for now. Mommy will come see you again tomorrow, all right?"

Bibi Dong also knew that she could not do anything at this time.

"Goodbye, Mom. Goodbye, Sister."

Qian Renxue waved.

"Bye-bye."

Seeing that Bibi Dong did not object, Ghostly Douluo picked up Qian Renxue and left.

After Qian Renxue and Ghostly Douluo left, Shen Nuonuo planned to return to the Worship Hall to cultivate. Just as she was about to bid Bibi Dong farewell,

Bibi Dong asked,

"Do you know something?"

Shen Nuonuo frowned. "What do you mean, Saintess?"

What did Bibi Dong want to learn from her?

"Do you know the Clear Sky Sect?" Bibi Dong's expression was calm.

"I do. The Clear Sky Sect, leader of the Upper Three Sects."

Suspicion flickered through Shen Nuonuo's orange eyes, but she answered honestly.

"Then do you know Tang Hao and xx?"

Bibi Dong's gaze was icy.

"I know Tang Hao, and...?"

Shen Nuonuo could not hear what came after "and."

Once again, though, she felt that something was probably wrong with the Bibi Dong before her.

What exactly did she want to ask? Was it xx? Had she really been reborn?

Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze, her voice slightly cold. "Nothing. You may leave."

Shen Nuonuo felt that Bibi Dong's expression at that moment was extremely dangerous, so she hurriedly slipped away.

Watching Shen Nuonuo's retreating figure, Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with vigilance.

She had never seen this person in her previous life.

Yet now, she had inexplicably acknowledged Qian Daoliu as her grandpa and become Spirit Hall's Miss.

And she had constantly remained by Little Xue's side.

What was her purpose? Bibi Dong would have to observe her further.

Bibi Dong knew well that, at this point in time, her strength was insufficient. She was merely a Soul Douluo, and her influence in Spirit Hall came entirely from Qian Xunji.

The thought of Qian Xunji still filled her eyes with hatred.

There were only two people Bibi Dong hated most in her previous life.

One was Tang San, and the other was Qian Xunji.

Bibi Dong then recalled that she had just spoken Tang San's name, yet Shen Nuonuo seemed unable to hear it?

Could she truly not hear it, or was she pretending?

Worship Hall.

The moment Shen Nuonuo returned to her room, she immediately sat cross-legged, preparing to meditate and cultivate.

Then came another knock at the door.

"Nuonuo, it's me!" Qingluan Douluo had rushed back from Gengxin City and immediately came to find Shen Nuonuo.

"Fifth Grandfather!" Upon hearing his voice, Shen Nuonuo got off the bed and opened the door.

She had thought it would take a while longer, since Gengxin City was not close to Spirit Hall.

The moment she opened the door,

she saw Qingluan Douluo looking dusty and travel-worn and knew he had only just returned to the Worship Hall.

"Fifth Grandfather, you've worked hard!"

Shen Nuonuo sincerely thanked Qingluan Douluo. This had saved her quite a bit of trouble.

Qingluan Douluo waved his hand dismissively. "I treated it as a trip over there. It was on the way, anyway."

Shen Nuonuo was touched at first, but then she thought: Why did that sound so much like what Civet had said to Huanhuan?

Ningguta is bitterly cold. The distance from Beijing to Heilongjiang—my Yunli said it was on the way.

Even the drive from Beijing to Harbin took four hours. His butt must have been worn raw from riding!

Shen Nuonuo unconsciously recited in her heart the words she had seen in a short video.

They all said that one heavy snowfall had cleared Civet's name.