Cruel Past (Seeking Follow-ups, Follow-ups Are Very Important)

Late at night, Tiandou City, Seven Treasures Glazed Hotel.

After several rounds of drinks and a full meal, the dinner party ended, and Xia Wuyou and Qian Renxue arrived in a hotel room.

On the tea table sat a pot of very expensive tea, along with various fruits and pastries.

"Xia Wuyou, you've eaten, you've taken my first kiss, and you've taken advantage of me for so long. Now can you tell me the answers I want to know?"

Having barely escaped his clutches under the pretense of washing up in the bathroom, Qian Renxue now wrapped a towel around her half-damp hair, the tips of her ears still flushed with lingering redness.

Dressed in a very casual, form-fitting short top and shorts that perfectly showcased her curvaceous figure, her strikingly eye-catching long legs were left completely bare in the air, her fair skin gleaming with a delicate sheen under the bright room lights.

"Heh! Not bad, not bad. Little Xue Sister, you truly are the most beautiful woman on Douluo Continent. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Xia Wuyou nodded in satisfaction, offering praise without stint, sizing her up without any pretense of modesty, and even pinched Qian Renxue's legs—the kind you could play with for years—finding them not only smooth and fine but also springy and soft.

That pinch made Qian Renxue's face turn crimson.

Suppressing the shyness in her heart, she ground her teeth.

"Xia Wuyou, you bastard, don't go too far. Tell me what I want to know right now, or I'll pull out the Angel Sacred Sword and chop you up."

She had only just managed to break free from Xia Wuyou's grasp.

Then she ran to the bathroom for a shower.

She didn't want to get her underwear wet again.

"Oh! That's simple!"

"I'm just me—the handsome-as-a-celestial Xia Wuyou, carefree and worry-free, just like the readers in front of the screen: a very humble, polite, and incredibly wealthy handsome guy."

Just as Xia Wuyou was rambling on, a sharp "clang" of a sword cut through the air. Qian Renxue held the Angel Sacred Sword steadily against his neck, the blade a mere 0.01 centimeters from his skin.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth and spoke: "Xia Wuyou, you bastard, get serious. If you keep messing with me, I really will use the Angel Sacred Sword to cut you."

Seeing that Qian Renxue was about to lose her temper, Xia Wuyou could only shrug helplessly: "Ah, fine, fine. Little Xue Sister, calm down. I was just joking with you."

With a Spatial Teleportation, he pulled Qian Renxue into his arms and took the Angel Sacred Sword from her hand, then finally turned serious.

"You already know my name, so I won't go into that. As for my identity and origin, it's simple—I come from a great force with five thousand years of history and heritage, called Yan Huang."

"And my Eye of Time and Space Spirit, as you guessed, is a Space Attribute Spirit. With its power, I can not only see through your Angel Head Spirit Bone disguise but also foresee the past and future."

"With the Eye of Time and Space's ability to foresee past and future, I know many things and many secrets. For example, why your mother Bibi Dong hates you, loathes you, and even wants to kill you. I also know the true cause of your father's death, and the truth your grandfather Qian Daoliu has hidden from you all these years."

Hearing Xia Wuyou talk about foreseeing the future and past, Qian Renxue was so shocked her mouth fell slightly open. She wanted to say something but hesitated.

But when she heard about why Bibi Dong didn't like her, hated her, and the true cause of her father Qian Xunji's death, and that her grandfather Qian Daoliu knew all along but kept it from her, her emotions churned with excitement, complexity, anxiety, and unease.

"Can you tell me all of this?"

Qian Renxue looked straight at Xia Wuyou, her face calm, but her voice carried a hint of pleading. She wanted to know the truth of everything, even if it was cruel and would leave her battered and broken.

Xia Wuyou nodded.

He felt Qian Renxue's resolve.

"Because your mother Bibi Dong was a naive, love-struck fool. When she was young, your father Qian Xunji sheltered her too well, and she didn't know the evil in people's hearts."

"Yu Xiaogang of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan took that chance to fool your mother Bibi Dong completely, making her fall in love with that hypocritical fake, Yu Xiaogang."

"But Yu Xiaogang never truly liked your mother Bibi Dong. He only wanted to use her identity as the Holy Maiden of Martial Soul Hall to access the secret archives and study confidential information about soul masters, all so he could break through to level thirty."

"It didn't last long. Your father Qian Xunji soon found out about Yu Xiaogang's actions. He originally wanted to execute Yu Xiaogang to ensure the secrets in Martial Soul Hall's archives wouldn't leak. But your mother Bibi Dong stopped him, threatening to kill herself if he didn't let Yu Xiaogang go and allow them to be together."

"Your father Qian Xunji naturally wouldn't agree to such an outrageous and deviant thing. In a rage, he knocked your mother Bibi Dong unconscious. Thinking to keep her, he carried her to a secret chamber in Martial Soul Hall and defiled her. That's how you, Qian Renxue, came to be."

"Boom..."

Qian Renxue's mind went blank.

She knew Bibi Dong hated Qian Xunji and the Angel Family, and she knew Bibi Dong despised her, but she never imagined the truth would be so cruel.

Her birth was nothing but a tragedy.

Ignoring Qian Renxue sobbing against his chest, Xia Wuyou continued speaking.

"Years ago, your father Qian Xunji led a large group to besiege Tang Hao, all for Tang Hao's wife, Ah Yin. She was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, the Blue Silver Emperor. It ended with the Blue Silver Emperor sacrificing herself to Tang Hao, a large number of Martial Soul Hall members dying, and your father Qian Xunji returning gravely wounded."

"And at that critical moment, your mother Bibi Dong took advantage of Qian Xunji's immobility from his injuries and killed him with her spirit, devouring him completely, leaving no corpse. Because of your existence, and not wanting you to suffer the pain of losing your father so soon, nor the despair of losing your mother again, your grandfather Qian Daoliu swallowed his grief over his son's death, tacitly accepted Bibi Dong's actions, and even later supported her control of Martial Soul Hall."

Seeing Qian Renxue crying like a rain-soaked pear blossom, Xia Wuyou gently patted her shoulder.

"Little Xue Sister, if you want to cry, just cry it out. Suppressing your emotions too much will not only hurt your body but also severely distort your mental health."

As cruel as this truth was, he still felt that a short pain was better than a long one. Knowing it now was a good thing for Qian Renxue—she just needed some time to slowly recover.