Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong's Confrontation! Saintess Hu Liena's Ultimatum, Cultivation Plan for Qian Renxue

"Esteemed Elders, I only managed to return to Martial Soul Hall by using the excuse of seeking medical treatment."

"If I stay away for too long, it will inevitably arouse suspicion."

"Therefore, I intend to depart and return tomorrow!"

Ling Xiao did not react, unsure if Qian Daoliu and the others would still try to strip away his Angel God Suit.

Qian Renxue decided to take the initiative.

As soon as these words were spoken, the Elders fell into silence.

"We are also unclear about the situation occurring within you, little Xue."

Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment before finally speaking, "The Heaven Dou Empire shall remain your responsibility; we will discuss this further after the Soul Master Tournament!"

He still wanted to buy more time for his granddaughter and continue to suppress Bibi Dong.

Qian Renxue showed no extra expression; she nodded, turned, and left.

Qian Ye watched her retreating figure, his palms clenched tightly within his sleeves, filled with unwillingness!

But then he thought about it.

He had endured for so many years; a year or so more would not make a difference.

Qian Renxue walked out of the Worship Hall, following the long corridor toward her residence.

She did not take the deadline Qian Daoliu had set for her to heart.

As long as her teacher was there, nothing was a problem.

But is Teacher truly in a deep slumber, or is it a ruse?

How should I wake him up?

Could it be because of that... incident where he peeked at me?

But I already told him I forgave him...

Qian Renxue pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing slightly, before she shook her head vigorously.

Or perhaps, it really is because the exhaustion was too great, and he has fallen into a deep sleep?

As her thoughts raced, a figure approached from the opposite direction.

It was a noble woman wearing a golden crown and a high-collared golden robe, followed by several attendants, her aura both graceful and sharp.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Qian Renxue stopped and bowed slightly.

In her mind, the Storage Soul Guidance Ring from a few days ago flashed involuntarily, along with the words the maid had relayed when delivering it.

"This was sent specifically under the orders of Your Holiness the Pope."

That single sentence had caused a corner of something frozen deep within her heart to quietly melt.

Seeing Bibi Dong now, her emotions were complex, a mix of wariness and a faint, hidden expectation.

But it was not as she had imagined.

The look in Bibi Dong's eyes was as if she were staring at something disgusting and filthy.

That gaze scraped coldly across her face, carrying undisguised loathing.

With a cold snort, she led her entourage straight past her.

Qian Renxue froze in place, her brows knitting together bit by bit.

She did not understand.

Clearly, every time she had returned to Martial Soul Hall previously, she could feel the other's attitude improving each time.

She had even smiled at her last time and offered a greeting.

Why had her face suddenly changed this time?

And what about the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast remains she had sent a few days ago?

Could it be...

That from beginning to end, she was just being toyed with?

Qian Renxue slowly clenched her palms.

Her heart was filled with grievance, unwillingness, and rage.

"My foolish disciple, she simply cannot stand to see you doing well; why can't you understand that?"

Inside the sea of consciousness, Ling Xiao curled his lip as he watched Qian Renxue sulking with a pitiful, aggrieved expression.

He could roughly guess the tangled thoughts in Bibi Dong's mind; once the aura of the Twelve-Winged Angel was released, it would be a miracle if that woman didn't fly into a rage.

He had initially intended to offer some advice to his foolish disciple, but once he considered the messy, inextricable, and life-or-death grievances between that mother and daughter—

he decided to forget it and continue playing dead.

Actually, it wasn't entirely playing dead.

He had indeed exhausted a significant amount of soul power to assist in Qian Renxue's Martial Soul Evolution, so he had no desire to move unless it was a critical moment.

Thinking of his crippled state, Ling Xiao felt a surge of irritation.

Compared to the Dou Qi Continent, the spiritual energy in the Douluo Continent was simply too thin and barren.

Relying on self-sufficiency to recover? Not in this lifetime!

Furthermore, he was currently in a state of semi-parasitism within Qian Renxue.

Unless he found a new host, his soul would eventually wither away like a tree without roots.

Therefore, there was only one path forward:

Wait for Qian Renxue to ascend to godhood, then try his luck in the God Realm!

"However, this Douluo Continent is not entirely devoid of treasures."

"The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the Dragon Valley, the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Marrow beneath the Far North, the Gold of Life at the bottom of the Life Lake..."

"These are all worth exploring; they might just prove useful."

"Even if they don't,"

"they could still accelerate the speed of Qian Renxue's advancement toward godhood."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Ling Xiao casually formulated a cultivation plan for Qian Renxue.

The minor interlude with Bibi Dong did not disrupt Qian Renxue's itinerary.

The next day.

After tidying up and disguising herself, the transformed Qian Renxue appeared among the delegation of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Upon receiving the good news that Crown Prince Xue Qinghe's condition had significantly improved, an accompanying envoy showered the members of Martial Soul Hall with gratitude, before setting off on the journey back to the Heaven Dou Empire.

At the gates of Martial Soul City.

Hu Liena watched the Heaven Dou delegation's carriage train slowly vanish into the horizon, remaining motionless for a long time.

I hope you stay content being your Heaven Dou Crown Prince and never come back.

I do not wish to be your enemy.

"Nana! What are you daydreaming about? Don't tell me you've taken a liking to that pretty boy Xue Qinghe?"

A face filled with a hint of anger suddenly intruded into her field of vision.

Sporting a wild, spiked red hairstyle, the punk-looking youth—

who looked like a walking ball of fire from afar—could be none other than the sycophant Yan.

"My affairs are none of your concern."

"And how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Nana!"

Hu Liena knit her brows, tossed those cold words over her shoulder, and turned to leave.

"As you command, Your Holiness!"

Yan performed an exaggerated bow behind her, then immediately turned to shake his fist fiercely in the direction of the Heaven Dou delegation, muttering under his breath, "Pretty boy, you'd better not let me see you in front of Nana again, or I'll show you exactly why the flowers are so red!"

The next second, he instantly switched back to a fawning expression, nodding and bowing as he chased after her:

"Nana—no, Your Holiness!"

"Wait for me!"

The Heaven Dou delegation's procession swayed lazily as it exited the territory of Martial Soul City.

At this moment, beside Qian Renxue's carriage, an old man approached.

His hair was white as snow, his robes white as snow, and his posture was as straight as a drawn sword.

To call him an old man was not entirely accurate, His complexion was ruddy and smooth, his skin as delicate as an infant's, and only the frost and snow settled deep within his eyes revealed his true age.

The old man was none other than Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, one of the two great pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He was also the trump card for escorting Xue Qinghe this time.

Ning Fengzhi had originally intended to send Bone Douluo.

Possessing a spatial teleportation soul skill, he was better suited for protection.

However, considering Bone Douluo's somewhat extreme personality and his deep disdain for Martial Soul Hall, and the fact that he had long served as the "black glove" of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there was no guarantee he hadn't left some leverage in the hands of Martial Soul Hall.

If a conflict were to arise from an improper word and he were detained on the pretext, Ning Fengzhi would have nowhere to turn to vent his grief.

Therefore, he dispatched Chen Xin, who was more tactful and possessed a deeper understanding of Martial Soul Hall, to escort his disciple to Martial Soul Hall to seek medical treatment.