The Mother-Daughter Relationship Freezes Over, Ye Xuan: I'm Here to Bring the Warmth!

Qian Daoliu looked at Ye Xuan hiding behind him, then back at his own granddaughter, who was fuming with rage after having just received a sound thrashing.

"Xue'er, withdraw your Martial Soul."

Qian Daoliu's voice carried immense authority.

Upon hearing her grandfather's words, Qian Renxue, though still burning with irritation, deactivated her Martial Soul Possession.

"Grandfather, he bullied me..."

Her voice held a hint of grievance, and the way she looked at Ye Xuan was like a hungry wolf eyeing a small lamb.

Qian Renxue crossed her arms over her chest, a look of injustice gracing her flawless, pretty face.

Qian Daoliu, meanwhile, turned to introduce Qian Renxue to him.

"Ye Xuan, this is the daughter of your master, Bibi Dong, and also my granddaughter. Her name is Qian Renxue, and she has inherited the God-level Martial Soul, the Six-Winged Angel, from my Worship Hall lineage."

Hearing the introduction, Ye Xuan widened his eyes in feigned surprise.

"You are Master's daughter? Doesn't that mean you are... my Senior Sister?!"

Ye Xuan looked weakly at the golden-haired girl before him; his goal in saying this was to ensure that when she inevitably punished him later, she might show some mercy for the sake of their bond as fellow disciples.

"Oh? Now you remember I'm your Senior Sister? Why didn't you think of that when you were beating me up just a moment ago?"

A wicked smile curled the corners of Qian Renxue's lips, her gilded boots clicking crisply against the floor of the great hall.

Her steps were small, yet in the blink of an eye, she arrived right in front of Ye Xuan.

At this moment, her eyes were curved like crescent moons; she was squinting not to act cute, but to prevent her grandfather from seeing the resentment in her eyes.

"Grandfather, may I have a private chat with my adorable little Junior Brother?"

Qian Renxue enunciated the word "adorable" with heavy emphasis.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu merely patted Ye Xuan's shoulder with a calm expression before turning and walking into the depths of the Worship Hall.

"Men, it is normal to suffer a little hardship on the path of growth; just endure it and it will pass."

"Also, Xue'er, you should be able to feel that Ye Xuan's talent is not beneath your own."

Golden Crocodile, Guang Ling, and the others, seeing Qian Daoliu depart, looked at Ye Xuan with expressions that clearly signaled, may you be blessed with good fortune.

Before long.

Under the coercion—or rather, the guidance—of Qian Renxue, Ye Xuan arrived at the garden behind the Pope Palace.

Feeling the strength of Qian Renxue's grip on his arm, Ye Xuan's mouth twitched in pain.

"Senior Sister, you are so beautiful..."

Even though he was in pain, Ye Xuan still managed to squeeze out a smile.

Qian Renxue seemed quite pleased by Ye Xuan's flattery, and the strength of her grip on his arm even lessened slightly.

"Oh? I didn't expect my Junior Brother to resort to such words just to avoid a beating."

"But I like it. Tell me, exactly what part of me is beautiful?"

Hearing Qian Renxue's words, Ye Xuan carefully scrutinized her features and figure.

It was the first time Qian Renxue had experienced such a direct gaze from a male of her own age, and she felt a strange, inexplicable tension in her heart.

After a long while, Ye Xuan finally spoke.

"Well... your temperament is elegant and noble, your figure is tall and graceful, your skin is whiter than snow like fine mutton-fat jade, your brows are like distant mountains, and your eyes are like deep, cold blue pools..."

Ye Xuan exhausted all the knowledge from his two lifetimes to praise Qian Renxue's beauty and temperament from top to bottom.

Seeing Qian Renxue slightly stunned in place, Ye Xuan didn't forget to take a mirror inlaid with glazed gems from his soul storage ring, handing it to her in a fawning manner.

Before long.

Qian Renxue noticed a flush of red rising to her cheeks.

She realized she had lost her composure and hurriedly tossed the mirror back to Ye Xuan.

"You... to be so glib-tongued at such a young age, this young lady is going to teach you a lesson today."

A quarter of an hour later, Bibi Dong, having finished her official duties at the Pope Palace, came to the back garden for a rare moment of relaxation.

As a result, she saw...

"Senior Sister, Sister Xue'er, I was wrong, please... please show mercy..."

"Wrong? Do you really know you're wrong? You clearly just know you're afraid."

"Ouch—Senior Sister, don't hit the face, I still need to get married one day..."

Qian Renxue was dishing out the blows, Ye Xuan was passively taking the beating, and Bibi Dong watched in silence.

But soon, the corner of Ye Xuan's eye caught a familiar figure.

Through the gaps in Qian Renxue's punches—which weren't actually landing with much force—Ye Xuan finally caught a clear look at the person's appearance.

"Senior Sister... Senior Sister, please stop, Teacher is right behind you!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Qian Renxue remained indifferent.

Teacher?

Could any teacher at Martial Soul Academy actually control her?

But soon.

Qian Renxue realized something was wrong.

How could any teacher from Martial Soul Academy have the clearance to enter this place?!

As Qian Renxue turned her head to look behind her, she finally discovered that the person standing there was none other than Bibi Dong!

Seeing that Qian Renxue had spotted her, Bibi Dong's clear, violet eyes remained exceptionally cold.

"You are still the same as before—willful and headstrong."

Qian Renxue slowly released Ye Xuan, her expression stern as she looked at Bibi Dong.

"And so what? What right do you have to lecture me when you gave birth to me but never raised me? Is it just because you bore me?"

Ye Xuan lay on the ground, feeling the friction of gunpowder in the air, and wondered if he should slip away to the side.

Upon hearing Qian Renxue's words, Bibi Dong's pupils constricted slightly.

It was evident that this sentence from Qian Renxue had caused the Pope great inner turmoil.

"Qian Renxue, if I could, I truly wish I had never given birth to you in the first place."

As she spoke these words, Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly.

Although Ye Xuan knew there was a deep misunderstanding between this mother and daughter.

With his current abilities, he was completely incapable of mediating such a thing.

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Qian Renxue's figure swayed; she clenched her fists so tightly that she didn't even react as her nails dug into her flesh.

The atmosphere between the two remained deadlocked.

Just as they were staring each other down in silence, Ye Xuan, unable to stand the cold war any longer, finally reached his limit.

If you can't beat them, join them; if you can't solve it, just force it.

Since he wouldn't "die" anyway, he might as well treat a dead horse as if it were still alive.

"Teacher, actually, Senior Sister cares about you very much; it is precisely because she cares that she holds a grudge against you."

"Senior Sister, Teacher is a person of extremely delicate feelings. Although I don't know why she would say such hurtful things today, I believe that deep down, she truly hopes for you to have a better life..."

As Ye Xuan's voice trailed off, both Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue fixed their gazes upon him.

Feeling the weight of their stares, the courage Ye Xuan had finally mustered deflated like a punctured ball.

"Master, Senior Sister, some words cannot be taken back once spoken. We are all family..."