Big Sister's Love Is Too Heavy (Physically)

Qian Renxue did not leave.

She practically hauled Qian Mo toward the dining room.

The momentum was less like they were going to eat and more like they were going to reclaim lost territory.

Zhu Zhuqing shrank her neck, trying her best to minimize her presence as she followed three meters behind with small, quick steps.

At the dining table.

"You've lost weight."

Qian Renxue cupped Qian Mo's cheeks in both hands, applying enough pressure to squeeze his mouth into a duck-like shape.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes filled with heartache.

"When I was undercover in Heaven Dou, I couldn't sleep at night, terrified that those brutes were starving you. Look at this, your cheeks have lost all their elasticity!"

Qian Mo remained expressionless.

Sister, do you even hear yourself?

My face is red from you pinching it, and you're talking about elasticity?

As for losing weight?

The food standards at Martial Soul Hall are calculated based on the age of spirit beasts. Qian Daoliu practically wants to slaughter a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon just to make me soup. My weight is already severely over the limit, okay?

This was the legendary "your sister thinks you're thin."

"Come on, open up."

Without waiting for a response, Qian Renxue grabbed a massive soup ladle.

The ladle was filled to the brim with a golden liquid, emitting a suffocatingly rich aroma.

"Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Soup. The Imperial Kitchen has been simmering it for three days and three nights."

The ladle was shoved directly against Qian Mo's lips.

Qian Mo looked at the spoon, which was large enough to pierce through his throat, and attempted a tactical lean backward.

"Sister, I can do it myse—"

"Ah—"

Qian Renxue completely ignored his protest, flicked her wrist, and fed him with surgical precision.

Qian Mo was forced to swallow.

At that moment, what he felt was not deliciousness, but suffocating love.

Zhu Zhuqing sat at the corner of the table, silently picking at the white porridge in her bowl.

She stole a glance upward.

In her heart, Qian Mo was the unfathomable Holy Son, an existence capable of suppressing Evil Soul Masters with a casual wave of his hand.

But right now.

This "god" was being treated like a goose being force-fed.

The most terrifying part was that the beautiful older sister's eyes held nothing but fanaticism; she was completely unaware that her younger brother was already rolling his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing silently buried her head even lower.

Perhaps this was the world of the strong.

It was too terrifying.

Over the next three days, Qian Mo experienced hell.

He finally understood a truth:

If a creature like an older sister is too idle, the younger brother will suffer.

Qian Renxue seemed determined to make up for all the lost time of the past few years within these three days.

In the garden.

Qian Mo had just laid down on a rocking chair, preparing to enjoy the afternoon sun.

A shadow fell over him.

Qian Renxue moved a small stool to sit beside him, holding a cattail leaf fan in her hand, creating a howling gale.

"Xiao Mo, are you hot? Sister will fan you."

Qian Mo's hair was blown into a mess by the wind, his expression one of utter despair.

"Sister, it's autumn."

"Don't you know about the 'Autumn Tiger'? It's the easiest time to get heatstroke!"

Qian Renxue fanned him while beginning a one-sided stream of chatter.

"You have no idea how stupid that old thing Xue Ye is. At the last court session, I casually threw out a pretense of 'benevolent governance,' and he was moved to tears, grabbing my hand and saying that the Great Qing... oh, no, that Heaven Dou had hope."

Qian Mo kept his eyes closed.

"Sister, is that even a strategy?"

"Aren't you just cheating by using the innate Holy Affinity of your Six-winged Angel martial soul?"

Library.

Qian Mo had just been about to find a couple of spirit beast illustrated guides for Zhu Zhuqing to look at.

Before he could even pull a book from the shelf, a slender hand pressed it back into place.

"Books like these have no nutritional value."

Qian Renxue waved her hand, slamming a stack of tomes as thick as bricks onto the table.

Dust billowed into the air.

Angel God: From Beginner to Master

On the Unification Cause of Martial Soul Hall

How to Be a Qualified Pope

"Read these," Qian Renxue said, hands on her hips, her face full of expectation. "The men of our Qian family are destined to rule the continent in the future; you cannot let yourself be distracted by trivialities."

Qian Mo looked at the pile of books, feeling his brain twitch.

He turned his head to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

The little kitten was hiding behind a bookshelf, watching him with a look that said, "You're so miserable, but I won't say it out loud."

The fourth day at noon.

The tragedy escalated.

Qian Renxue stared at the braised pork on the table, her chopsticks hovering in mid-air, refusing to descend.

"This meat is too fatty; it's greasy."

"These greens are overcooked; there are no vitamins left."

"Why is this soup only lukewarm? Are these cooks trying to stage a rebellion?"

She slammed her chopsticks onto the table.

Qian Mo's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding welled up within him.

"Sister... actually, it tastes pretty good."

"Absolutely not!"

Qian Renxue stood up, her long golden hair swaying without a breeze, as if a raging fighting spirit had ignited behind her.

"I don't trust things made by outsiders! Xiao Mo is at the age where he's still growing; how can he eat this kind of trash?"

She turned around, her eyes burning as she stared at Qian Mo.

"Big sister has decided."

"From now on, all three of your meals will be handled by me!"

"Pfft—"

The water Qian Mo had just taken into his mouth turned into a mist as he sprayed it out.

He didn't even bother to wipe his mouth, looking at Qian Renxue in horror.

"Sister, calm down! You are the Crown Prince, the Young Master; your hands are meant for pointing out the direction of the world, not for chopping vegetables!"

"Enough nonsense."

Qian Renxue smiled proudly, full of confidence.

"Back when I was infiltrating the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace to impersonate Xue Qinghe, I studied culinary theory as well."

Theory?

Qian Mo's vision went dark.

That just meant she had never actually practiced it, right?

"Just wait! Big sister is going to make you an 'Angel's Radiance All-Inclusive Great Tonic Phoenix Wing Broth' right now!"

After saying this, Qian Renxue didn't give Qian Mo any chance to hold her back; she turned and left.

Her retreating figure was valiant and spirited; it didn't look like she was heading to the kitchen, but rather like she was going to blow up a bunker.

Qian Mo turned his head stiffly to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Zhu Zhuqing."

"Present." The little kitten stood at attention instinctively.

"If I die, remember to scatter my ashes into the sea. I yearn for freedom."

Zhu Zhuqing: "..."

The two of them suffered in terror for twenty minutes.

No sound of chopping vegetables came from the direction of the kitchen.

Instead, waves of teeth-gritting soul power fluctuations rippled outward.

That was... the aura of the Holy attribute?

"BOOM!"

A dull thud echoed.

Immediately following was Qian Renxue's self-muttering. Though her voice was soft, it was heard with perfect clarity by the ears of a soul master.

"This bone is too tough, a kitchen knife won't do... Hmph, watch this! Angel Holy Sword!"

Qian Mo: ???

Sis, you're using a divine artifact to chop ribs?

Grandpa would cry if he knew about this, right?

"Eh? Why won't the fire start? Ordinary fire is truly full of impurities."

"Come forth! Angel Holy Fire!"

Qian Mo's expression changed drastically.

He sprang up from his chair and grabbed Zhu Zhuqing by the wrist.

"Run!"

"What?" Zhu Zhuqing hadn't even reacted yet.

"Run! It'll be too late if we don't!"

Qian Mo dragged her and bolted toward the outside of the hall, his speed so great that he even channeled his soul power.

Just as the two of them rushed out of the main hall—

RUMBLE—!!!!

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar erupted.

The ground trembled.

A pillar of golden-red fire surged into the sky, directly blowing the sturdy dome of the kitchen apart.

Immediately after, billowing black smoke mixed with holy radiance formed a bizarre mushroom cloud, slowly blooming above Martial Soul Hall.

Countless shards of stone and roof tiles fell like rain.

There was even a pitch-black iron pot that whistled through the air, flying across half the plaza before slamming down at the feet of the angel statue in front of the Papal Palace.

Clang!

The echo lingered.

Ghost Douluo, who had been patrolling nearby, flashed through the air and appeared in mid-air. Looking at the ruins, his face beneath the mask turned deathly pale.

"An enemy attack? Did Tang Hao break in?!"

Qian Mo and Zhu Zhuqing hid behind a massive stone pillar.

Both of them were covered in dust and grime, their hearts pounding wildly.

"This power..." Qian Mo muttered to himself, "It's at least a fourth Soul Skill."

Zhu Zhuqing's small face was deathly pale. Watching the smoking ruins, her voice trembled: "Qian Mo... was that a biochemical weapon?"

"No."

Qian Mo patted the dust off his head with an expressionless face.

"That was sister's love."

Before the words had even faded.

A golden light erupted from the ruins.

Qian Renxue was charred from head to toe. Her once silky blonde hair had exploded into a bird's nest, and her face looked as if it had been smeared with soot from the bottom of a pot.

But her eyes were terrifyingly bright.

In her hands, she held the only surviving large bowl.

Inside the bowl was a mass of black, viscous sludge that was still bubbling and emitting an eerie purple glow.

"Xiao Mo! Where are you?"

Qian Renxue's excited voice pierced through the smoke and dust.

"Come and have a taste! Although the heat was a little too high, this is the essence refined using the Angel Holy Fire!"

"It's absolutely nourishing!"

Looking at the "God of Cooking" sister who seemed to have crawled out of hell, and the bowl of "essence" in her hands that was potent enough to poison a Titled Douluo to death.

Qian Mo felt his calves cramp up.

This was heavy in the most physical sense!

If he ate that, he wouldn't need to cultivate anymore; he could go straight to meeting the Angel God ancestors!

"Zhu Zhuqing."

"Here!"

"Split up and run! Let whoever can survive, survive!"