Blue Silver Twin, Marry Qian Renxue?!

Qian Renxue stood in the center of the great hall, her exquisite figure perfectly outlined by her palace attire.

Her flawless face was currently filled with defiance.

"I will not marry."

Qian Renxue parted her red lips, spitting out those three words.

Her fair, slender neck was tilted slightly upward, carrying the pride and breathtaking beauty that belonged uniquely to her.

High upon the dais, Bibi Dong sat upright on the Pope's throne.

Bibi Dong wore the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, gripped her scepter, and her brilliant golden gown was the height of luxury.

Hearing Qian Renxue's refusal, Bibi Dong's expression remained calm.

Not even a ripple stirred within those deep, beautiful eyes.

"In this matter, you have no right to choose."

Bibi Dong looked down at Qian Renxue from above, her tone as indifferent as if she were speaking of a trivial matter unrelated to herself.

"One month from now, right here in Martial Soul Hall."

"Prepare for the wedding."

"The person you are to marry is Gu Qing."

Upon hearing that name, Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled, and her beautiful face was instantly flooded with fury.

Gu Qing!

That adopted son taken in by Bibi Dong!

"Why?"

Qian Renxue tilted her head back, staring at Bibi Dong on the throne, her voice laced with intense resentment.

"Why would you treat me this way?"

"Even if you do not like me, I am still the Young Mistress of Martial Soul Hall!"

"By what right do you decide my life's affairs so casually?"

Facing Qian Renxue's barrage of questions, a cold sneer tugged at the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth.

That smile was permeated with a bone-chilling coldness.

As Bibi Dong looked at the face before her, which bore a slight resemblance to Qian Xunji, a certain emotion deep within her heart surged wildly.

Could the filthy things Qian Xunji had done to her in that secret chamber all those years ago be so easily ended just because he was dead?

Absolutely not.

That nightmare had ruined her entire life.

And the person before her was Qian Xunji's daughter.

Bibi Dong lowered her eyelids, her gaze turning incomparably cold.

"A father's debts must be paid by his daughter."

Bibi Dong parted her red lips, spitting out those four words.

These words fell upon Qian Renxue's ears like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.

Qian Renxue did not know the truth of the secret chamber from those years ago and could not grasp the deep meaning behind this sentence.

She only felt aggrieved; she only felt a chill in her heart.

"A father's debts must be paid by his daughter?"

"But..."

Qian Renxue's eyes instantly turned red, her voice carrying a sharp, trembling note of misery.

"I am your daughter too!"

The great hall fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Bibi Dong's fingers tightened abruptly around her scepter, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Shut up!"

Bibi Dong rose suddenly, looking down at Qian Renxue from her height, her eyes filled with nothing but disgust.

"You are not my daughter."

"You are a bastard!"

The moment the word "bastard" was uttered, Qian Renxue was struck as if by lightning, stumbling back two steps.

Tears instantly breached the dam, rolling down her beautiful cheeks.

Why?

She had no idea what she had done wrong, nor did she know what her father had done all those years ago to make her own mother hate her to such a degree.

Qian Renxue opened her mouth, wanting to argue further, wanting to seek some kind of confirmation.

However, Bibi Dong did not give her any chance to speak.

"Say no more."

Bibi Dong sat back down on her throne, her tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation:

"This matter is not up to you."

"The wedding date is set, and the entire world shall know of it."

"Now, get back and prepare yourself."

Qian Renxue stood frozen in place, looking at that cold, indifferent face, the last shred of hope in her heart shattering.

She turned abruptly, dragging her magnificent gown as she ran out of the great hall, filled with resentment.

The moment she left the Pope Palace, the tears on Qian Renxue's face had already been dried by the wind.

In their place was a look of utter unwillingness and deep-seated hatred.

She hated Bibi Dong for her heartlessness.

But she hated that man named Gu Qing even more.

In Qian Renxue's eyes, it was this Gu Qing who had stolen the maternal love that should have belonged to her.

She was the biological daughter, yet Bibi Dong had poured all her affection onto that adopted son!

She had heard that Gu Qing had lived in seclusion for years, relying on his status as Bibi Dong's adopted son to hoard the best resources within Martial Soul Hall.

He even went around calling himself some peerless genius.

A piece of trash who hid behind a woman's skirts and dared not even show his face—how could he possibly be worthy of her, Qian Renxue?

Qian Renxue stopped in her tracks and looked back at the towering Pope Palace.

She clenched her fists tightly, her sharp nails digging into her palms, making her all the more clear-headed.

"You want to marry me?"

Qian Renxue swore to herself.

"Gu Qing, I will definitely make you retreat in the face of difficulty!"

"I want to see just what kind of guts a spoiled piece of trash like you has to dare enter the doors of Qian Renxue!"

The great hall returned to its emptiness and silence.

Bibi Dong sat on her throne, watching the direction in which Qian Renxue had departed, the coldness in her eyes gradually fading away.

As the handsome face of Gu Qing surfaced in her mind, a trace of a gentle smile could not help but emerge between her brows.

That smile came from the heart, diluting much of the majesty that belonged to the Pope.

She had adopted Gu Qing when he was small.

In the blink of an eye, eighteen years had already passed.

Over these eighteen years, Bibi Dong had treated Gu Qing as her own, caring for him deeply, and had even poured all the remaining warmth from the depths of her heart into this young man.

"It has been quite a while since I last saw the little one."

Bibi Dong murmured softly.

She slowly stood up and smoothed out the hem of her gown.

It was the perfect opportunity to tell Gu Qing the news of the grand wedding and, while she was at it, go see him properly.

In the back mountains of Martial Soul City, a place of seclusion rich in spiritual energy.

A sudden, oppressive wave of soul power emanated from the valley, which was shrouded in thick fog year-round.

The stone door that had been sealed for months slowly creaked open.

Gu Qing, dressed in white, stepped out from the stone chamber where he had been in seclusion.

His figure was tall and straight, his face handsome and refined, and a brilliant light flickered faintly within his deep eyes.

After this period of arduous cultivation, he had officially emerged.

Feeling the soul power surging like a vast ocean within his body, Gu Qing let out a long breath.

"Finally, level ninety."

Gu Qing focused his mind.

He raised both hands simultaneously, and a brilliant light erupted from his palms.

Twin Martial Souls, manifested at once!

From the palm of his right hand, a verdant stalk of Blue Silver Grass broke through his skin.

This stalk of Life-Type Blue Silver Grass was crystal clear, radiating an immensely vast aura of life.

It was a Life-Type Blue Silver Grass, possessing exceptional healing abilities and incredibly tenacious binding capabilities.

On the palm of his left hand, however, the light was a deep, profound black-purple.

Another stalk of Blue Silver Grass wound its way upward, its entire body radiating a heart-palpitating, gloomy aura.

This was the Dark-type Blue Silver Grass, possessing terrifying corrosive and devouring abilities, enough to reduce any opponent to withered bones in despair.

Just then, a crisp, mechanical prompt echoed in Gu Qing's mind.

[Ding!]

[Daily check-in successful!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining three months of soul power cultivation!]

[Congratulations to the host for increasing affinity with the Life-Type Blue Silver Grass; the sensing range using Blue Silver Grass has increased by one hundred percent!]