Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, a Heartfelt Conversation Between Grandfather and Granddaughter
Because he could communicate with the Demon Soul Great White Shark using the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, Lin Qingmo suddenly had an idea.
The number of ancient Sea Soul Beast in this Sea Region far exceeds that of land Soul Beast.
Since the Demon Soul Great White Shark can understand his words,
Why not take this opportunity to let it lead the way, hunt more ten-thousand-year-old Sea Soul Beast, and collect more Soul Bone?
Soul Bone are always a necessity for Soul Master.
One yuan is not too little, and six yuan is not too much.
He asked the Demon Soul Great White Shark if there were any Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast in the surrounding Sea Region.
The response he received was somewhat unexpected.
There are many Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast that have existed for hundreds of miles Sea Region.
The richness of this Sea Region far exceeded his expectations.
"No wonder the pod of Evil Spirit Orca uses this place as their hunting ground."
Lin Qingmo muttered to himself.
Before the women fused with their Soul Bone, he shared his plan with them.
"What? Hunt some more Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast?"
Ning Rongrong put down her chopsticks, her eyes lighting up. "Yes, yes, I agree!"
"You didn't get a single orca Soul Bone during the day, so you're being so eager?" Dugu Yan glanced at her sideways.
"Hey-hey..."
Ning Rongrong scratched her head sheepishly. "After all, it's Soul Bone, I'm really envious, okay?"
Others also supported Lin Qingmo's decision.
And so the matter was settled very easily.
Lin Qingmo didn't mind going to Sea God Island a few days later.
at night.
The passenger corridors of the Sea Fish were so quiet that only the rhythm of waves lapping against the ship's hull could be heard.
In Lin Qingmo's room, another rhythm had just stopped.
The bedding on the bed was in a mess, and a peculiar lingering scent filled the air.
Lin Qingmo leaned against the headboard, her breathing not yet fully steady.
He held Bibi Dong in his arms, her entire weight resting on his chest.
His long purple hair was scattered on his arms and the pillow, and fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.
That usually aloof and unapproachable face was now flushed with an unnatural redness.
Sister Eastern Emperor's fighting power was as fierce as ever, and Lin Qingmo had a strong feeling that he would be drained dry sooner or later.
Of course, Bibi Dong wasn't much better off; it was somewhat short of water.
"Sister Eastern Emperor, have some water." Lin Qingmo held the water cup to her lips.
Bibi Dong sipped her tea.
A glance at his concerned expression warmed her heart.
She suddenly realized that Lin Qingmo no longer had the same restraint he used to show when facing her as he did when he was her master.
For example, right now,
He had one arm around his waist.
He used his other hand to feed her water and would wipe the water from her lips with his fingers.
Is this how an apprentice treats their Master?
It's clearly a husband addressing a wife!
Bibi Dong lowered her eyelashes, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.
She liked the change.
"A-Qing." Her voice was languid and hoarse.
"Um?"
"You just said you were going to hunt down a ten-thousand-year-old Sea Soul Beast?"
Lin Qingmo nodded and briefly explained his plan.
After listening quietly, Bibi Dong suddenly asked, "Does your master need to intervene?"
Although it was a question, the tone carried an overbearing air of "If you just say the word, I'll immediately go and wipe out the entire family of the Sea Soul Beast."
Lin Qingmo smiled and shook her head, "No need."
"I can handle a few mere ten- Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast myself."
He spoke with confidence and composure, without a trace of bravado.
Bibi Dong stared at him blankly.
In a daze, he recalled the time when he first took him as his disciple; the boy was still a teenager without even Spirit Ring.
Now, however, he can face Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast with equanimity.
You've grown up so fast!
She was almost in a daze.
She was about to give him a reward.
With a flicker of her eye, she decided to give him a reward.
"Sister Eastern Emperor, what's wrong?"
Seeing Bibi Dong in a daze, Lin Qingmo had just asked a question when Bibi Dong suddenly slid into the quilt.
He paused for a moment, then felt a strange sensation.
My brain went completely blank!
"Dong... Sister Eastern Emperor?!"
A muffled voice came from inside. "Don't speak."
Lin Qingmo was completely devastated.
This is a peerless powerhouse at the Titled Douluo level!
Now they're actually...
He looked down, and the bulge in his breasts rose and fell slowly.
A strange sensation, like an electric current, shot up his spine, making his brain go numb.
Spirit City, Worship Hall.
Moonlight streamed down through the stained-glass windows in the roof, illuminating the wings of the Angel God Statue with a shimmering glow.
The entire hall was spacious and solemn.
The air was filled with the tranquil scent of incense and ancient wood.
A golden figure stood before the statue of a god, with the phantom of the Angel Martial Soul faintly visible behind him.
Qian Renxue had already taken off Xue Qinghe's cumbersome Crown Prince's robes and changed back into the attire befitting the Young Master of the Spirit Hall.
A simple and sharp gold outfit.
Her long golden hair was tied into a high ponytail with a white ribbon, and she exuded a sharp and piercing aura once again.
Qian Daoliu stood before her.
His hair and beard were all white, but his back was straighter than anyone else's.
Those cloudy old eyes were now filled with complex emotions.
He already knew that Qian Renxue had caused the death of Xue Qinghe, the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, whom she was impersonating.
The Xue Ye.
The Heaven Dou Empire is in turmoil.
The Spirit Hall's decade-long plot to seize power was wiped out overnight.
"Xue'er."
Qian Daoliu spoke, his voice aged and deep.
"Would you like to tell Grandpa what happened?"
Why did you suddenly abandon your plans and choose to return to the Spirit Hall?
Qian Renxue looked into her grandfather's cloudy yet still sharp eyes.
I'm tired.
Her voice was calm and even.
"He's been pretending to Heaven Dou Crown Prince over a decade, spending every day putting on airs with a bunch of old men. It's such a waste of his time."
A new flame flickered in her golden eyes.
"And I've figured something out."
"Grandpa, you said that in the Douluo Continent, strength is paramount."
"I never understood it until I saw someone with my own eyes go from being far behind me to surpassing me in less than a year."
"I've discovered that intrigue and trickery are utterly worthless in the face of absolute power."
"So I don't want to pretend anymore."
"I want to come back and cultivate diligently, break through to the Titled Douluo as soon as possible, participate in the Angel God Trial, and inherit the Angel God Position."
"!!!"
Qian Daoliu stared blankly at his granddaughter.
Those golden eyes no longer held the sinister calculations of when he was playing the Crown Prince.
Rather, it is a long-lost, sharp brilliance belonging to the true Qian Renxue.
A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, and a thin mist rose in his cloudy old eyes.
"Xue'er."
Do you know how long Grandpa waited for you to say that?
"Grandfather..."
Qian Renxue lowered her head, unsure how to respond.
"Your awakening came several years earlier than Grandpa expected."
An aged hand pressed heavily on Qian Renxue's shoulder.
"Grandpa is very happy, really."
"Grandfather..."
Qian Renxue felt a warmth in her eyes, but she didn't let the tears fall.
She pursed her lips, and the expression on Qian Renxue's face changed from firm to hesitant.
Her lips moved several times before she finally managed to squeeze out the words.
"Grandpa, there's something else I want to ask you."
"What's up?"
"About my father, about my mother."
"About..."
She closed her eyes, as if she needed to use all her strength to utter the word: "My father's killer!"