Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West: Don't Bully a Poor Girl!

Qian Renxue locked herself inside her room.

Leaning her back against the cold door panel, her body slid down bit by bit until she finally collapsed onto the icy floor.

She curled up her legs, hugging her knees tightly to shrink into a ball, like a wounded little beast.

Tears fell silently.

One drop, then another, gathering into a small puddle on the floor.

"Why? Why treat me this way? Is it true that I shouldn't have appeared in this world at all?"

She bit her lip, the taste of blood spreading between her teeth.

Not long after she was born, her father had left.

And the way her mother, Bibi Dong, looked at her, It didn't look like she was looking at a daughter.

It looked more like she was looking at an enemy; it was Grandfather who took her away from that cold world and raised her with his own hands.

However, as her cultivation disappeared, Qian Daoliu's gaze began to change as well.

From the initial anxiety and fury, wishing he could scour the entire continent to find an antidote for her, To later, Cooling down bit by bit, turning bit by bit into the indifference she feared most.

She dared not think too deeply, only attributing all the faults to her own incompetence.

She was still hoping.

Hoping that one day, her soul power would be able to be cultivated back.

That grandfather who would carry her on his shoulders with eyes full of doting would also return!

After all...

He was the one who accompanied her through the darkest of times.

Her dearest, most beloved grandfather!

Yet, a conversation within the Worship Hall completely shattered her final line of psychological defense.

She even... didn't want to live anymore!

Just at this moment, A long and profound voice suddenly rang out in her mind.

"Sigh! As the descendant of the Angels, how can you be knocked down by such small waves?"

Qian Renxue's entire body stiffened, her pupils shrinking sharply.

The vigilance honed from years of lurking in the Heaven Dou royal family instinctively suppressed all her sorrow in an instant.

"Who? Who are you? Sneaking into the Martial Soul Hall, what is your intention?"

She stood up, her gaze sweeping through every corner of the room like a hawk, Yet the surroundings were empty, not even the curtains stirred in the slightest.

"Rest assured, I have no malice toward you."

"As for me... I am merely a wisp of a remnant soul, having happened upon your sea of consciousness."

Ling Xiao said leisurely, his tone carrying a hint of reminiscence.

He had transmigrated to the Dou Qi Continent and happened to meet the wandering Zi Yan; the two of them colluded and rose to power rapidly.

But while the heavens gave him the fate of a transmigrator, they did not give him the template of a protagonist.

His rise attracted the attention of the ancient Emperor Clans!

That old thing Hun Tiandi was even more shameless; the moment he broke through to the Dou Saint realm, he slapped him down.

If not for his quick reaction, Decisively choosing to self-destruct to escape, he feared he would have already been suppressed beneath the Soul Hall, never to rise again.

He thought it was all over, but he never expected that upon opening his eyes, he had transmigrated again.

And he had transmigrated into Qian Renxue!

"Sea of consciousness... remnant soul?"

Qian Renxue was incredibly sharp; the two terms rolled over her tongue, and she instantly connected them.

"So you're saying—my soul power disappearing is all your doing?!"

Her voice trembled as she tried her best to suppress her rage, the Soul Tool she used for communication being crushed in her hand until it creaked, cracks spreading across its surface.

Faced with her questioning, there was a silence in her mind.

And that silence, To Qian Renxue, this represented a predetermined fate.

"Heh... hehe... five years, five whole years!"

She tilted her head back, large teardrops rolling down her cheeks as her voice tore its way out from the depths of her throat.

"Do you have any idea how I've spent these past five years!"

"The moment I open my eyes, it's nothing but schemes and calculations in the imperial court! The moment I close them, all I see are the faces of Grandfather and everyone in the Martial Soul Hall, filled with disappointment!"

"I couldn't sleep for night after night, and I didn't dare to!"

"I was terrified that if I fell asleep, my soul power would mysteriously vanish again!"

"I cultivated with everything I had, desperate to prove that I wasn't a piece of trash!"

"But no matter how I trained, no matter how hard I fought, my soul power was like sand in an hourglass!"

"Every bit of hard-earned cultivation would vanish into thin air in the blink of an eye, leaving absolutely nothing behind!"

Qian Renxue shrieked hysterically.

In her rage, she even exposed the fact that she was acting as an undercover agent in the Heaven Dou Empire, yet she seemed completely oblivious to it.

"And now you tell me—all of this is because of you!"

"It was you who made me lose the last shred of familial affection!"

"It was you who reduced me to a complete waste!"

At this moment, there was not a trace of the heroism or nobility of the Martial Soul Hall's Young Master left in Qian Renxue.

She looked like a crazed beast.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair disheveled, and tears mixed with sweat clung to her cheeks.

Within her madness, there was a suffocating sense of brokenness.

"Cough, cough... that was merely an accident!"

"It was not something I did intentionally."

Ling Xiao gave a light cough; feeling in the wrong, his tone carried a hint of guilt and reluctance.

"An accident? Heh."

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth until they creaked, clutching at her own hair as if she wanted to drag that person out of her mind and tear him to pieces.

"Do you really think you can cover all of this up with just the word 'accident'?"

Ling Xiao fell silent for a moment.

Although he was notorious in the Dou Qi Continent, he still had his bottom line.

He never laid a hand on the elderly, the weak, women, or children, and he only ever robbed the rich to help the poor.

Seeing a brilliant, heaven-gifted girl reduced to such a state, his conscience was indeed uneasy.

Besides... he still had to rely on her to help him restore his physical body and his cultivation!

"This matter is indeed my fault. In that case, I can offer you compensation!"

"Compensation?"

Qian Renxue's lingering rage remained, her chest heaving violently. She desperately wanted to retort.

Five years, five whole years—falling from heaven into hell—what could possibly compensate for that?

How could he compensate her?

But then, she considered another angle.

This person could make her soul power vanish, and not even her grandfather or the entire Martial Soul Hall could find the cause. This kind of ability...

Perhaps, the one who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.

"What kind of compensation?"

She suppressed her fury, though her tone was as cold as a gale blowing from the Far North!

"I see that you, little girl, still possess some talent, and after these years of tempering, your temperament has improved significantly."

"This Seat will make an exception today and, however reluctantly, take you as my personal disciple!"

Hearing the other party speak in a tone that suggested she had just struck gold, Qian Renxue's chest, which had just begun to settle, began to heave violently once more.

She had expected the other party to restore her cultivation or grant her some powerful secret treasure, but she never imagined he would actually want to take her as his disciple.

One had to remember, the agonizing suffering she had endured for these five years was all caused by his own hands!

How could he have the audacity to take her as his disciple?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Qian Renxue said with bitter hatred.

"And not only is it impossible, but I will also tell my grandfather about you and have him tear you into ten thousand pieces to vent the hatred in my heart!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

This little girl certainly has a stubborn temper.

Ling Xiao's voice was leisurely and unbothered, "Are you certain your grandfather will believe your words, rather than taking them as an excuse to refuse handing over the Angel God Suit?"

"And are you certain your grandfather can even deal with me?"

[Little Shui Shui: Are you chasing the book, or are you chasing me?]

[Little Shui Shui: You had better think clearly before you answer, otherwise, don't blame me...]

[A firm grab!!]

[--Refined in an instant!!]