What are you doing!

Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a moment of awkwardness, but quickly returned to his normal self.

"So what? The future Martial Soul Hall will have use for it."

"You certainly have an open mind."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost his composure so completely upon discovering the existence of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

"Alright, let me teach you how to take care of these flowers and plants."

For the time that followed, Li Pu and Bibi Dong took turns tending to the flora.

It was nothing more than watering, pruning leaves, and ensuring the plants could grow healthily.

During this period, Bibi Dong and Li Pu grew closer and closer, their affection visible to the naked eye. Despite the age gap, no one saw them as siblings; they felt like a pair of lovers.

At least, that was the case for someone.

Qian Xunji often saw Li Pu and Bibi Dong together, and feelings of jealousy would arise—the same emotions he felt back when Yu Xiaogang was with Bibi Dong.

What right did he have? A twenty-ninth-level piece of trash, how could he win the favor of his own outstanding disciple? She was so devoted to him, even wanting to elope!

It was as if another guy had popped up to steal his beloved disciple's heart once again.

Extreme rage and jealousy began to fester and surge within him once more.

Even if Li Pu was indeed talented and gifted.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Why is everyone eyeing my beloved disciple!"

Suddenly realizing his emotions were spiraling, Qian Xunji walked away quickly, looking for a place to calm himself down.

The calmer he tried to be, the less he could suppress the negative emotions in his heart.

As time passed, Qian Xunji gradually developed murderous intent toward Li Pu.

Especially when Li Pu and Bibi Dong were standing very close, his killing intent became impossible to restrain.

Even if he were to take action, he didn't want to do it in front of his beloved disciple, Bibi Dong.

Previously, in order to break up Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang, he had forcibly defiled her, coerced her into a breakup, and even fathered a child.

Although their relationship seemed to have returned to what it was before—a well-behaved disciple and a respected master—Qian Xunji knew better. The more docile and obedient Bibi Dong acted, the more intense the hatred in her heart became.

As the saying goes, a dog that bites doesn't bark, and a dog that barks doesn't bite. It was impossible for Qian Xunji not to have noticed.

Even so, Qian Xunji was not afraid.

Since he had already done it, he had plenty of time to control Bibi Dong.

But the appearance of Li Pu had reignited his jealousy.

He began radiating killing intent around Li Pu and Bibi Dong on a daily basis.

Li Pu was very sensitive to killing intent and soon discovered where it was coming from, and from whom.

Angels were supposed to be pure and holy, which had nothing to do with Qian Xunji's actions. The reason he had kept Bibi Dong in that secret chamber was likely, on one hand, to keep her, and on the other, because this lecherous old man truly coveted her.

The Asura Rakshasa crowd had also given it a push for the sake of their own successor's story.

Li Pu wasn't sure exactly what Qian Xunji's emotional state was, but he knew that he might be attacked at any moment; the man just hadn't found the right opportunity yet.

Because Bibi Dong was almost inseparable from him, it left no opening for an attack.

Gradually, Chrysanthemum Douluo also noticed Qian Xunji's hatred for Li Pu. As one of the few who knew the secret history, he approached Qian Xunji to offer his perspective.

"Your Holiness, please don't do anything foolish this time. Once was already enough. The Saintess already hates you; if you move against him, I fear it will be a life-or-death feud with her."

Qian Xunji seemed unable to suppress the hatred in his heart: "A piece of trash is one thing, but why must a brat try to snatch her away too!"

He looked at Bibi Dong as if she were his own private property, someone no one else could touch—a terrifying sight that would make anyone want to steer clear.

Chrysanthemum Douluo patiently advised: "Your Holiness, I understand your thoughts, but there is no need to resort to violence. We can approach this from other angles."

Qian Xunji remained expressionless, his voice cold: "Let's hear it. What method do you have to make them see reality?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was speechless for a moment, but still offered a very simple method that required no scheming: "It's simple. As long as the Young Mistress appears before them, the Saintess will realize the truth. Does she really think that a woman with a child is still worthy of an outstanding man? Especially a young boy many years her junior?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji pondered for a moment, then slapped him across the face.

Chrysanthemum Douluo clutched his cheek in disbelief: "Your Holiness, what was that for?"

"What for? You still ask what for? You want my daughter to hook up with that brat!" Qian Xunji angrily slapped Chrysanthemum Douluo again.

Chrysanthemum Douluo clutched his face, feeling deeply aggrieved, though he dared not show his anger or speak out: "Your Holiness, you heard me wrong. I didn't mean that. I meant that as long as the Young Mistress calls her 'mother' in front of the Saintess, that would be enough. You're overthinking it."

If he really made the future Angel God do such a thing, he wouldn't have enough skin to be flayed.

Qian Xunji thought about it, and it was indeed true.

Moreover, this was the best method. All it would take was for his precious daughter to call Bibi Dong 'mother' in front of her, which would be more effective than any other plan and would also avoid the loss of a talent.

"Dong'er, you are mine. No one can take you away."

"You want a new emotional substitute? Don't forget you have a daughter. You aren't worthy of him!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo added, "Exactly. As for that little boy, Martial Soul Hall has so many young girls; there's bound to be one that kid fancies."

No one would be interested in someone else's wife, right?

"Even if he doesn't like them, we can scheme to get him together with another woman and make the Saintess give up."

There was one more sentence Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't dare to say. In his view, regarding that matter back then, there was no need for such complexity; they should have simply dealt with the male lead.

"Fine, I will leave this matter to you. I am going to find my precious daughter."

After Qian Xunji handed the task over to Chrysanthemum Douluo, he went off to find his precious daughter.

Li Pu was unaware of their plans, yet he remained constantly wary of Qian Xunji's schemes.

At this moment, seven-year-old Qian Renxue sat on the steps of the Worship Hall, looking down at the Pope Palace below, her eyes filled with a longing for someone.

Yet that someone had never treated her, his own daughter, with kindness; he even felt disgust toward her.

From the moment she could remember, her own mother had been filled with disdain and loathing for her.

She didn't understand what had happened, assuming she simply hadn't done well enough.

From then on, she continued to try and please her mother, only to be met with cold stares and disgust.

When she awakened her martial soul, she had thought that by awakening the Six-Winged Angel with innate full soul power of level twenty, her mother would look at her differently and be happy for her.

The result, however, was a slap to the face.

Yet, the grandfathers in the Worship Hall and even the elders were crazily fervent about it.

She simply didn't understand.

"Xue'er."

At this moment, the sound of "Xue'er" made Qian Renxue brighten up.

PS: Where is the coffin!