Learning of One's Origins

At this moment, the child who had been named Qian Renyu had just finished washing up and was eating in the lounge, accompanied by Flame Hawk Douluo.

The entire lounge was decorated with extreme luxury: walls built of white marble, floors paved with crystal stone, and chandeliers carved from gold, burning with the whale oil of a fifty-thousand-year soul beast.

The dining table was made of red sandalwood, the chairs of yellow pear wood, and the tablecloth was hand-woven from superior silk, embroidered with gold trim.

There were crystal wine glasses, porcelain tableware, silver knives and forks, ivory chopsticks, and four maids on each side to provide service.

Seeing all this, Qian Renyu couldn't help but sigh: "What a wicked, decadent society. But I like it."

The meal was incredibly sumptuous, featuring steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted flower duck, roasted chick, roasted gosling, braised pork, braised duck, soy-sauce chicken, cured meat, preserved eggs, small tripe, air-dried meat, sausages...

For Qian Renyu, who had often gone hungry in the past, the feast before him could truly be called breathtaking, yet he barely touched his chopsticks.

He knew that even eating coarse tea and plain rice had been a luxury for him before; more often than not, he had survived on leftovers. If he were to suddenly gorge himself on such rich delicacies now, his stomach would not be able to handle it.

Although he was drooling and wanted to eat, he managed to control himself.

Flame Hawk Douluo looked at the child before her and found that he was delicate and handsome, with eyebrows like colorful strokes, eyes like bright stars, a straight nose, and a square mouth. His sword-like brows, earlobes like gold ingots, teeth like lantern tassels, a fair neck, broad shoulders, a slim waist, and a fan-shaped physique—his features were truly exquisite.

Seeing Qian Renyu barely touching his food, Flame Hawk Douluo asked, "What's wrong? Is it not to your taste? If so, I can have them prepare something else for you."

"No need for the trouble, this is already very good."

"It's just that I often went hungry in the past. If I suddenly eat food this rich, my stomach will have a hard time handling it."

"I see." Flame Hawk Douluo looked at Qian Renyu, feeling surprised. How could a four-year-old child understand so much?

At this moment, Qian Renyu was also looking at Flame Hawk Douluo, thinking to himself that this must be the Flame Hawk Douluo from the anime. His mind couldn't help but conjure the image of her [Eighth Soul Skill -- Hot-Blooded].

After observing Flame Hawk Douluo's face and figure, he thought, Yes, it is indeed enough to make one's blood boil.

Qian Renyu looked at Flame Hawk Douluo, and Flame Hawk Douluo looked at Qian Renyu; neither of them spoke again.

Qian Renyu was naturally introverted due to his unique personality; he was warm and talkative with those he knew well, but relatively cold toward strangers. His experience of wandering and begging after transmigrating had only made him more aloof.

As for Flame Hawk Douluo, she saw Qian Renyu as just a child. Although he was very beautiful, she didn't know what to say to a child.

Just as the two were staring at each other, a voice broke the awkwardness: "Flame Hawk, bring that child to the Worship Hall."

"Yes, Second Worship," Flame Hawk Douluo replied.

She then said to Qian Renyu, "Let's go, little one."

Under the guidance of Flame Hawk Douluo, Qian Renyu walked into the Worship Hall once again.

He saw the Great Worship, Qian Daoliu, sitting in the central main seat. To Qian Daoliu's left was the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo; to his right was the Third Worship, Qing Luan Douluo. Further to the left was the Fourth Worship, Mighty Lion Douluo, and to the right was the Fifth Worship, Guangling Douluo. At the far ends were a pair of twin brothers: the elder, Sixth Worship Qianjun Douluo, and the younger, Seventh Worship Xiangmo Douluo.

Qian Renyu looked at the seven great worships in the hall and thought:

These people are the pillars of Martial Soul Hall, the very foundation that holds it up. As long as these people exist, any foreign enemy who dares to raise arms against them shall be cut down.

Only these seven worships could truly ensure that Martial Soul Hall could sit steadily on its fishing boat, no matter how high the waves rose.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renyu, and the more he looked, the more he felt the boy looked exactly like Qian Xunji did as a child. A look of kindness immediately appeared in his eyes as he said, "Child, don't be afraid. Being here is just like being in your own home—no, this is your home."

"Child, you may not know your background yet. Your father's name was Qian Xunji; he was the former Pope of Martial Soul Hall and my son. I am your grandfather. By the way, you also have an older sister named Qian Renxue. She isn't home right now, but if Xue'er knew she had a younger brother, she would be very happy."

"Sigh, you and your sister are both poor children, but you have suffered even more than your sister, my Xue'er."

"Right, Xue'er, Yu'er—yes, Qian Renyu. That is the name I have given you. Do you like it? If you like it, can you go by this name? Grandfather..."

"Big Brother," Golden Crocodile Douluo called out to Qian Daoliu, and only then did Qian Daoliu realize he had lost his composure. He adjusted his mindset but did not continue, instead glancing at Golden Crocodile Douluo, signaling for him to speak on his behalf.

"Child, we have already clarified your background. You are indeed the son of our former Pope, Qian Xunji. The old man who just spoke is your grandfather, Qian Daoliu."

"Qian Renyu is the name your grandfather gave you based on your mother's wishes. Do you like this name, child?"

Qian Renyu nodded blankly.

"Child, you have suffered outside all these years, but it's alright now. You are home."

"This world belongs to us. Even if the sky falls, as long as us old bones are still around, it will never land on your head."

Seeing Qian Renyu's blank expression, Golden Crocodile Douluo knew it was indeed difficult for a four-year-old child to adapt. He said, "Flame Hawk, take Yu'er down to rest first."

After Qian Renyu left, Qian Daoliu could no longer suppress his excitement and laughed heartily. "To think that I, Qian Daoliu, am a ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo, known as invincible in the sky, but what of it? I still lost my son in my old age. I thought that helping my granddaughter become a god would be the best ending for my life, but I never expected to have another grandson. Heaven has not treated me poorly! It has not treated me poorly!"

"Heaven has eyes, Heaven has eyes, Heaven truly has eyes!"

"This is the first time in my life that I, Qian Daoliu, truly thank the heavens."

"Thank you, Heaven, for letting these old bones have the chance to have children and grandchildren around my knees once again."

Golden Crocodile Douluo, sitting beside Qian Daoliu, noticed that the usually unflappable Great Worship had tears in the corners of his eyes.

But thinking about it, no matter how high the Great Worship's cultivation was, he was still human—a human with flesh, blood, and emotions.