Huliena's Loyalty to Her Teacher Was Evident to Heaven and Earth
[Daddy Douluo]: Bibi Dong's good disciple has repeatedly ruined the Spirit Hall's grand plans because of his personal feelings for Tang San.
[Daddy Douluo]: Showing mercy during the Soul Hunting Operation, tipping off the enemy in the Star Dou Great Forest, and stopping the elders chasing Tang San in front of the Pope Palace —every choice she made pushed the Spirit Hall one step closer to the edge of a cliff.
[Daddy Douluo]: Not once, but many times.
[Daddy Douluo]: Ultimately accelerated the complete collapse of the Spirit Hall Empire.
[Daddy Douluo]: The hard work of dozens of generations of people in the Spirit Hall and the sacrifices of countless powerful figures were all squandered by this successor.
[Daddy Douluo]: The most fatal thing is that, because of Hu Liena's betrayal, Bibi Dong lost the initiative in the final battle.
[Daddy Douluo]: She died at Tang San's hands.
[Daddy Douluo]: The Rakshasa God's Divine Position was shattered into dust, the banner of the Spirit Hall Empire turned to ashes on the Jialing Pass, and she fell on that battlefield soaked in blood.
[Daddy Douluo]: What an ironic ending—the most powerful woman on the entire continent ultimately died because her own disciples repeatedly betrayed her, giving the enemy opportunities.
"What?"
The Qian Renxue's face in an instant.
Her face was paler than the snow and ice of the Far North.
Her lips moved but no sound came out, as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat.
That woman... Bibi Dong... is dead?
Killed by Tang San?
He died on the battlefield at Jialing Pass, even his Divine Position shattered into dust?
"That's impossible!"
"That woman is so strong, she really will become a god in the future, she's so arrogant, how could she possibly lose?"
How could she die?
Why should she die?
Her mind went blank, as if she had been hit hard on the back of the head with a club, leaving a buzzing sound.
The only belief that has sustained her for decades is that deep-seated hatred.
That obsession with proving that he was more worthy of being the successor than Hu Liena.
That fantasy of one day standing in front of that woman and making her regret it.
Everything collapsed in that instant.
The woman she hated and resented her whole life, would ultimately die at the hands of someone else?
She should be happy, she should be laughing out loud.
That woman is dead, shouldn't she feel relieved?
So many years of neglect, so many years of abandonment, so many years of being treated as a dispensable burden—she has finally gotten her comeuppance!
She abandoned herself to the Heaven Dou Empire, ignoring everything else, and gave all her tenderness to Hu Liena.
In the end, it was this favoritism that cost her her life!
Isn't this the most perfect irony in the world, the most satisfying revenge?
"But why...?"
Qian Renxue lowered her head.
Tears fell without warning, shattering one after another on the table, mingling with the tea stains.
My hands were trembling slightly, my fingertips were icy cold, as if they had been soaked in ice water in the dead of winter.
Those hands had clenched into fists countless nights, vowing to make that woman regret it.
But now, I can't even hold onto it.
She could only helplessly spread her hands, palms up, as if begging for something she could never have.
Why can't I feel happy at all?
She bit her lip until it turned white, and tasted blood in her mouth.
The rusty taste spread across the tip of my tongue, but it couldn't suppress another emotion surging in my chest.
An emotion I had never felt before surged in my chest.
It's hard to say whether it's pain or emptiness.
It's like having an old object you absolutely hate suddenly taken away. You thought you'd be overjoyed, but when the moment actually arrives, you realize—that object was the only connection between you and her.
She had hated that woman for so many years; the hatred had long since become a part of her being.
When hatred loses its object, all that's left in the heart is a gaping hole.
What was poured in wasn't relief, but a sense of bewilderment from then on, a feeling that even hatred had nowhere to go.
Qian Renxue suddenly couldn't imagine what the future would be like Bibi Dong's death.
Hu Liena was completely dumbfounded.
If just moments ago she only felt anger and absurdity.
The anger of being falsely accused burned in her chest, and she wished she could pass through the Light Screen and tear the liar on the other side to shreds.
Now, all the anger has been swallowed up by a more powerful emotion.
That feeling is called bewilderment, the blank space left after cognition has been forcibly torn apart.
She was completely at a loss for how to react.
She understood every word Lin Qingmo said.
"Betrayal", "Tang San", "Leaking secrets", "Destruction of the Spirit Hall Empire"...
She recognizes every single word when broken down.
Hu Liena is not illiterate; anyone who can sit in the position of Martial Soul Hall Saintess is definitely intelligent.
But when put together, it made her feel like she was listening to an utterly absurd story.
It was as if someone pointed to a snowy landscape and told her the sun was burning.
Every word she uttered was terrifyingly real, yet it didn't match the world she knew at all.
Her face changed color repeatedly, alternating between pale and bluish.
My fingertips are trembling, not out of fear, but as a primal reaction to the brain working at high speed but failing to find the answer.
Puzzled.
Deeply confused.
Because the things Lin Qingmo said simply didn't exist in her understanding.
She searched through her memory but couldn't find a trace of either Tang San or Tang Yin.
From childhood to adulthood, Hu Liena had only encountered a handful of male Soul Master.
The elders of the Spirit Hall, several opponents they had fought, and visitors who trembled before His Holiness the Pope and dared not even raise their heads.
Where did this Tang San come from that made her betray her teacher?
She would never do such a thing as leaking secrets or betraying her teacher.
The mere thought of those four words made her feel nauseous.
It was as if someone had thrown dirty water on what she cherished most.
Her respect and gratitude towards her teacher are evident to all.
That was the person who pulled her out of the mire, the person who reached out to her in her most desperate and humble moment, the person who gave her everything—status, power, dignity, and the meaning of life.
Without a teacher, Hu Liena would have died long ago in some unknown corner, her remains unclaimed.
How could she possibly betray her teacher?
What can one use to betray?
Would you risk your life to betray someone?
She owes her life to her teacher!
"What utter nonsense is this person spouting?"
"Why does he use such a confident tone, such a tone as if he witnessed it firsthand, to describe me as an ungrateful wretch?"
Hu Liena finally couldn't hold back any longer.
The anger that had been forcibly suppressed surged up again, fiercer and hotter than before, rushing to his head along with grievances and humiliation.
She doesn't care what others say about her.
Call her ruthless or unscrupulous, she accepts it all.
But to say she betrayed her teacher is like stabbing her in the heart, trampling on what she cherishes!
[Little White-Eyed Wolf]: You're talking nonsense! Every word you say is fabricated out of thin air. I, Hu Liena, am upright and honest, and I have never seen any Tang San or Tang Yin!
[Little White-Eyed Wolf]: I don't know Tang San at all, and I would never betray my teacher!
[Little White-Eyed Wolf]: My teacher's kindness to me is greater than the sky and deeper than the sea. My life was given to me by my teacher. Even if the sky were to fall, I would never do anything to betray my teacher!
[Little White-Eyed Wolf]: How dare you slander me and my teacher like this, throwing mud at me in front of so many people! I, Hu Liena, hereby swear—I will never let you get away with this!
[Little White-Eyed Wolf]: No matter who you are, no matter where you're hiding, I Hu Liena, will remember this debt!
Three messages were sent.
Hu Liena's chest was still heaving violently.
His breathing was rapid, as if he had just survived a life-or-death battle.
She clenched her teeth, her eyes slightly red.
This is the body's instinctive reaction when one is extremely angry.
She stared intently at the Light Screen, waiting to see if the guy called "Daddy Douluo" would dare to jump out again.