"Qian Renxue, is there something fucking wrong with your brain? Why are you following me?"
"If you want to make amends, go find someone else."
"I've never seen such a stupid bitch. You left the Spirit Hall's vast legacy to rot, throwing yourself wholeheartedly at some piece of trash who looked down on you. Your head was full of that pathetic obsession with Tang San. He played you for a fool, and you still congratulated yourself. You got so blinded by love that you lost even the most basic reason."
"How did someone as stupid as you end up inheriting the Angel God Position? You've dragged the Spirit Hall's name through the mud. You're nothing but a heap of rotten mud that can't be shaped into anything."
"You squandered the Spirit Hall's legacy of tens of thousands of years, and now you feel guilty? You regret it? You want to make amends? Too late!"
"If I were you, I'd slit my own throat. Better that than letting someone else catch you, treat you like a plaything, and sully the reputation of the angel bloodline."
In a courtyard near the outskirts of the Extreme North, six-year-old Qian Yu pointed at Qian Renxue, the former Angel God, and cursed her out.
"Isn't that a little too hurtful?"
Hu Liena stood nearby. Hearing such vicious abuse, she cautiously tried to persuade Qian Yu.
"Fuck off with that 'hurtful' bullshit!"
"I only cursed her just now and left you out of it. Are you upset about that?"
"Hu Liena, what makes you any better?"
"You're even more disgusting than Qian Renxue. The Spirit Hall raised you from an orphan and made you its Saintess. Bibi Dong treated you like her own daughter and poured the Spirit Hall's resources into paving your way. And what did you do?"
"You completely lost your head over Tang San's fake sweet talk and games in the Capital of Slaughter. You stopped caring about the Spirit Hall that raised you, and about the teacher who truly cared for you. For some damned Tang San, you opposed the Spirit Hall at every turn, even betraying your own roots and forgetting who gave you everything."
"Anyone could betray Bibi Dong—anyone but you, Hu Liena. You had no right. For the sake of that so-called love, you cost Bibi Dong three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. You deserve to die, too."
"If you can't stand the way I talk, then kill me already. Just stop fucking hounding me, will you?"
Qian Yu had cursed until his mouth was dry and he was panting with exhaustion. He didn't care about appearances; he simply flopped down on the ground to rest.
As he looked up at the blue sky and the snowy mountains in the distance, ten thousand fucking mud horses stampeded through his mind.
How the hell had he ended up transmigrating to Douluo Continent, and right after the battle between the Dual Godhood holders, no less?
What was even more fucked up was that the original owner of this body was descended from the Spirit Hall's Angel Legion—and had only just turned six.
Not long ago, he had awakened a Four-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
At this point in time, an Angel Martial Soul made you about as popular as a rat crossing the street. You were worse off than a Fallen Spirit Master.
Luckily, the Soul Master who had awakened his Martial Soul was one of their own. Otherwise, he might have been executed as a heretic the very moment his Martial Soul awakened.
But of all the rotten luck, Qian Renxue and Hu Liena—those two brainless idiots—had happened to witness his Martial Soul awakening.
Then, whether out of guilt and a desire to make amends or to soothe their own consciences, they had decided to raise him.
Wasn't this a completely undeserved disaster?
He had taken advantage of the fact that news of their defeat hadn't spread yet, brought his maid with him, and made for the edge of the Extreme North with every last bit of money they could carry. All he wanted was to hide away and avoid getting involved with the Spirit Hall.
He had guarded against everything, but never imagined those two idiots would come here after their defeat.
Tang San might not care about the other people from the Spirit Hall, but how could he not have someone watching Qian Renxue, who had once become the Angel God?
It was safe to say that from the moment those two idiots arrived, he had landed on Tang San and his gang's blacklist.
After all, they would never allow the owner of an Innate Full Soul Power Four-Winged Angel to grow up.
The reason he could curse them like this without Qian Renxue and Hu Liena getting angry and killing him was that they, too, had only just realized the implications.
Without a cheat at his disposal, his fate in this situation was already sealed.
Qian Yu couldn't be bothered to resist anymore. He might as well let loose completely. The sooner he died, the sooner he'd be reborn.
Maybe he'd even get another chance to start over.
"Qian Yu, how... how do you know all this?"
At first, Qian Renxue had been too stunned by the abuse to react. But once she came to her senses, she quickly realized something was wrong.
Some of these secrets were things even they themselves didn't know. How could this child in front of her have learned them?
The only possibility she could think of was that he was connected to some divine being.
The problem was, she had once been the Angel God herself, and yet she couldn't make heads or tails of him.
"Do you think I still have a chance?"
Qian Renxue hesitated, then tentatively asked again.
She truly wasn't willing to accept this!
At those words, Qian Yu sat bolt upright and stared fixedly at Qian Renxue. After a long moment, he finally spoke. "What are you willing to do?"
"Wait a moment. I'll deal with some small fry first!"
When Qian Renxue heard Qian Yu say that, her eyes lit up, and a sharp glint entered her expression.
The next moment, a powerful force erupted from within her.
Though she was now only a level 89 Soul Douluo, she had a divine-level physique and divine-level spiritual power, and she wielded the Angel God Sword.
She could easily kill even a Titled Douluo.
Qian Renxue vanished from where she stood. When she reappeared, she was holding a head in her hand—the head of a Titled Douluo elder from the Clear Sky Sect.
"Whatever the cost, I'm willing to pay it!"
Qian Renxue tossed the head onto the ground and looked at Qian Yu with utmost seriousness.
"As a failure, you don't have another chance."
"But I do. Give all your power to me. If I somehow succeed, I'll bring you back to life."
"As for what happens if I fail..."
Qian Yu left it at that. He didn't need to spell out the meaning.
For a failure, there was only one path: death.
Indeed, this was the worst possible start, but he still wanted to try.
Although Qian Renxue had shattered the Angel Godhead and the Angel God Position, that didn't mean they had vanished completely.
The legends of the Divine Realm clearly stated that the Angel God Position and the Rakshasa God Position were vacant in the Divine Realm. In other words, it was still possible to become a god.
So what if Tang San already possessed Dual Godhood?
Even ten thousand years later, he still hadn't truly mastered the Asura God King's position. Without being tempered by the Immortal Spirit Power of the Divine Realm, he was only a hundred-level god.
As long as Qian Yu advanced quickly enough and found an opening, there might still be a chance to fight.
Neither the Divine Realm nor Douluo Continent was something Tang San could control right now.
This beginning might be terrible, but it was still far better than the one ten thousand years later.
"Give up everything and fight for a sliver of hope?"
Qian Renxue fell silent.
This wasn't the answer she wanted.
"I'll think about it!"
After a long silence, Qian Renxue still didn't give him a final answer.
She then stood frozen in place, staring blankly, with no telling what was going through her mind.
Qian Yu didn't disturb her. He didn't have much hope for this; he'd only brought it up on a whim.
He'd gotten carried away while cursing them, but now that he'd come to his senses, a wave of fear washed over him.
So while Qian Renxue was lost in thought, he quietly slipped away.
What to do next was a question that truly needed careful consideration.
"Since Qian Renxue killed the man Tang San planted here, there's a good chance he never sent the message. My identity hasn't been exposed yet."
"Should I find somewhere else and keep running?"
Qian Yu thought it over and decided it was worth a try.
He planned to make an excuse and slip away with his maid first thing the next morning.
In the middle of the night, Qian Yu was sleeping soundly when, half-asleep, he sensed someone standing beside him.
He opened his bleary eyes and saw Qian Renxue's beautiful face.
But at that moment, Qian Renxue's eyes were bloodshot, every inch of white veined red. Her expression was twisted, and in the half-light she looked like a demon.
"I'll give you all my power. What chance do you have of defeating Tang San?"
"Once you succeed, can you bring some people back to life?"
Qian Renxue's voice was hoarse, her eyes full of hope. It was impossible to imagine what she had been through over the past half-day.
"I can't give you a definite answer, because I don't know either!"
"But I know one thing: if we don't try, if we don't gamble, we won't have even the tiniest chance!"
Qian Yu truly hadn't expected Qian Renxue to seriously consider giving him her power.
If she really meant it, then he'd have to try something extreme.
"Fine. If that's what you want, I'll give you all my power!"
Then Qian Renxue gave him her answer.
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