Sister's Love Was Too Heavy (Physically)

Qian Renxue did not leave.

She practically carried Qian Mo toward the dining hall.

The way she charged forward, she looked less like she was going to eat and more like she was reclaiming lost territory.

Zhu Zhuqing shrank her neck and tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, taking tiny steps as she followed three meters behind them.

Beside the dining table.

"You've gotten thinner."

Qian Renxue cupped Qian Mo's cheeks with both hands, squeezing so hard that his mouth was puckered into a duck-like shape.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes filled with heartbreaking anguish.

"When I was undercover in Heaven Dou, I couldn't sleep at night. I was terrified those rough men would starve you. Look at you—there's no bounce left in the flesh on your face!"

Qian Mo was expressionless.

Sis, did you hear yourself?

You squeezed my face red. How could it possibly not have any bounce?

As for getting thinner?

Spirit Hall's meal standards were calculated according to soul beast age. Qian Daoliu practically wanted to slaughter a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and stew it for me. My weight is already seriously over the limit, okay?

This was the legendary "my sister thinks I'm too thin."

"Come on, open your mouth."

Without giving him a choice, Qian Renxue grabbed an enormous soup ladle.

It was filled with golden liquid, giving off an overwhelmingly rich aroma.

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

The ladle was shoved straight up to Qian Mo's mouth.

Looking at the spoon large enough to pierce through his throat, Qian Mo tried to lean back strategically.

"Sis, I can do it myse—"

"Ah—"

Qian Renxue ignored his protest completely. With a flick of her wrist, she fed him with perfect 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 spooning white porridge into her mouth.

She secretly raised her eyes.

In her heart, Qian Mo was the unfathomable Holy Son, someone who could suppress Evil Soul Masters with a casual wave of his hand.

But now.

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

Most terrifying of all, the beautiful older sister's eyes held nothing but fervor. She had not noticed at all that her younger brother's eyes had rolled back.

Zhu Zhuqing silently lowered her head even further.

This was probably the world of strong people.

Terrifying.

Over the next three days, Qian Mo went through hell.

He finally understood one truth:

If a sister was too idle, her younger brother would suffer.

Qian Renxue seemed determined to make up for all the lost years within three days.

In the garden.

Qian Mo had just lain down in a rocking chair, ready to enjoy the afternoon sun.

A shadow immediately fell over him.

Qian Renxue dragged over a small stool and sat beside him, wildly fanning a palm-leaf fan in her hand until the wind howled.

"Xiao Mo, are you hot? Big Sis will fan you."

His hair was blown into complete disarray, and Qian Mo looked utterly dead inside.

"Sis, it's autumn."

"Do you know what an autumn heat wave is? It's the easiest time to get heatstroke!"

While fanning him, Qian Renxue launched into a one-sided rant.

"You have no idea how stupid that old Xue Ye is. At the last court meeting, I casually threw out the pretense of 'benevolent rule,' and he was so moved that he wept. He grabbed my hand and said the Great Qing... no, Heaven Dou, had hope."

Qian Mo closed his eyes.

Sis, was that even a scheme?

You were clearly cheating with the innate sacred affinity of the Six-winged Angel martial soul, weren't you?

In the library.

Qian Mo had just wanted to find a few soul beast illustrated guides with Zhu Zhuqing.

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

"Books like that have no substance."

With a grand wave of her hand, Qian Renxue slapped a stack of tomes as thick as bricks onto the table.

Dust rose everywhere.

Angel God: From Beginner to Master

On the Unification Cause of Martial Soul Hall

How to Be a Qualified Pope

"Read these." Qian Renxue placed her hands on her hips, her face full of expectation. "The men of our Qian Family are destined to rule the continent. You cannot lose ambition through indulgence."

Looking at the pile of books, Qian Mo felt like his brain cavity was twitching.

He turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

The little cat was hiding behind a bookshelf, looking at him with an expression that said, "You have it so bad, but I'm not saying anything."

At noon on the fourth day.

The tragedy escalated.

Qian Renxue stared at the braised pork on the table, her chopsticks suspended in midair for a long time.

"This meat is too fatty. It's greasy."

"These greens are overcooked. There are no vitamins left."

"Why is this soup only warm? Are those cooks trying to rebel?"

She slammed her chopsticks onto the table.

Qian Mo's heart skipped a beat as an ominous premonition rose within him.

"Sis... it actually tastes pretty good."

"No!"

Qian Renxue stood up. Her golden hair moved without wind, and blazing determination seemed to ignite behind her.

"I don't trust food made by outsiders! Xiao Mo is still growing. How can he eat this garbage?"

She turned around and stared intensely at Qian Mo.

"Big Sis has decided."

"From now on, Big Sis will handle all three of your meals!"

"Pfft—"

The water Qian Mo had just swallowed sprayed out in a mist.

Without even wiping his mouth, he stared at Qian Renxue in horror.

"Sis, calm down! You're the Crown Prince, the Young Master. Your hands are meant to guide the nation, not chop vegetables!"

"Enough nonsense."

Qian Renxue smiled proudly, brimming with confidence.

"Back when I was undercover in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, I studied culinary theory in order to imitate Xue Qinghe."

Theory?

Qian Mo's vision went dark.

So she had never actually cooked?

"Wait here! Big Sis is going to make you a 'Angel Radiance All-Nourishing Phoenix Wing Soup'!"

After saying that, Qian Renxue gave Qian Mo no chance to stop her and turned to leave.

Her back was spirited and imposing, looking less like she was heading for the kitchen and more like she was going to blow up a bunker.

Qian Mo stiffly turned his head toward Zhu Zhuqing.

"Zhu Zhuqing."

"Yes." The little cat instinctively stood at attention.

"If I die too, remember to scatter my ashes in the ocean. I long for freedom."

Zhu Zhuqing: "..."

The two endured twenty minutes of torment in fear.

No sounds of vegetables being chopped came from the kitchen.

Instead, waves of teeth-grinding Spirit Power Fluctuation came from that direction.

That was... an aura with a sacred attribute?

Boom!

A muffled noise rang out.

Then came Qian Renxue's muttering. Her voice was soft, but with a Spirit Master's hearing, every word was perfectly clear.

"These bones are too hard. A kitchen knife won't work... Hmph, take this, Angel Holy Sword!"

Qian Mo: ???

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

Grandfather would cry if he found out, wouldn't he?

"Huh? Why won't the fire start? Ordinary flame really is full of impurities."

"Come forth! Angel Holy Fire!"

Qian Mo's expression changed drastically.

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

"Run!"

"What?" Zhu Zhuqing had not reacted yet.

"Run! If we're too late, it'll be too late!"

Qian Mo dragged her toward the hall exit, moving so fast that he even used Soul Power.

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

Rumble—!!!!

A world-shaking loud noise erupted.

The ground trembled.

A column of golden-red fire shot into the sky, directly blowing off the kitchen's sturdy dome.

Then, billowing black smoke mixed with sacred radiance, forming a bizarre mushroom cloud that slowly blossomed above Spirit Hall.

Countless chunks of stone and roof tiles rained down.

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

Clang!

The echo lingered for a long time.

Ghost Douluo, who had been patrolling nearby, flashed into the air like a phantom. Looking at the ruins, his face beneath the mask went deathly pale.

"Enemy attack? Tang Hao broke in?!"

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

Both were covered in soot, their hearts pounding wildly.

"That power..." Qian Mo muttered. "At least a fourth Soul Skill."

Zhu Zhuqing's little face was pale as she looked at the still-smoking ruins, her voice trembling. "Qian Mo... was that a biochemical weapon?"

"No."

Qian Mo expressionlessly brushed the dust from his head.

"That was Big Sis's love."

Before his words had even faded.

A streak of golden light burst out from the ruins.

Qian Renxue was blackened all over. Her originally smooth golden hair had exploded into a bird's nest, and her face looked as though it had been smeared with soot from the bottom of a pot.

Yet her eyes shone with frightening brightness.

She held the only surviving large bowl in her hands.

Inside was a mass of black, viscous sludge that still bubbled away, emitting an eerie purple light.

"Xiao Mo! Where are you?"

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

"Come taste it! The heat was just a tiny bit too high, but this is essence refined with Angel Holy Fire!"

"It's absolutely nourishing!"

Looking at that "master chef" sister who seemed to have crawled out of hell, as well as the bowl of "essence" in her hands that could poison a Titled Douluo to death.

Qian Mo felt his calves cramp.

This was heavy in the literal sense!

If he ate it, he probably would not need to cultivate anymore. He could go straight to meet the Angel God ancestors!

"Zhu Zhuqing."

"Here!"

"Split up and run! If even one of us survives, that's enough!"