What Are You Doing?!

For a moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo looked a little awkward, but soon regained his composure.

"So what? The Spirit Hall will need it in the future, won't it?"

"You're taking it pretty well."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost his composure so completely when he discovered Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

"All right, I'll teach you how to take care of these flowers and plants."

For the time being, Li Pu and Bibi Dong spent the days that followed tending to the flowers and plants.

All they had to do was water them and trim the leaves, making sure they grew well.

During this time, Bibi Dong and Li Pu grew closer and closer. Their affection for each other was plain to see. Despite the age gap, nobody thought they seemed like siblings; they looked more like a couple.

At least, that was how it seemed to one person.

Whenever Qian Xunji saw Li Pu and Bibi Dong together, jealousy rose in him, just as it had back when Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong had been together.

What right did that useless piece of trash, a mere Level 29, have to win the favor of his outstanding disciple? She was devoted to him, even willing to elope!

And now another man seemed to have stolen his beloved disciple's heart.

Rage and jealousy began to surge within him once more.

Even though Li Pu was truly outstanding, blessed with exceptional talent.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Why does everyone keep going after my beloved disciple?!"

Suddenly realizing that his emotions were getting out of control, Qian Xunji hurried away to find somewhere to calm down.

The more he tried to calm himself, the less he could suppress the dark emotions in his heart.

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

Especially when Li Pu stood close to Bibi Dong, Qian Xunji could barely hold back his bloodlust.

Even if he was going to act, he didn't want to do it in front of his beloved disciple, Bibi Dong.

Before, in order to break Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang apart, he had forcibly defiled her, driven them to separate, and even fathered a child with her.

After that, their relationship had seemed to return to how it used to be: a well-behaved disciple and a respected master.

But Qian Xunji knew even better that the more obedient and meek Bibi Dong seemed, the more hatred she harbored in her heart.

As the saying went, a dog that bites doesn't bark, and a dog that barks doesn't bite. Qian Xunji couldn't possibly have failed to notice.

Even so, he wasn't afraid.

He had already done it, and he had all the time in the world to keep Bibi Dong under his control.

But Li Pu's appearance had reignited his jealousy.

He made a habit of radiating killing intent whenever Li Pu and Bibi Dong were nearby.

Li Pu was highly sensitive to killing intent, and soon figured out where it was coming from—and who was behind it.

Angels were pure and sacred, but that had nothing to do with Qian Xunji's actions. He had violated Bibi Dong in the Secret Chamber partly to keep her by his side, but also because this lecher really coveted her.

The Asura Rakshasa lot had given things a push to set up their chosen successor's story.

Li Pu couldn't be sure what Qian Xunji was feeling, but he could tell that Qian Xunji might strike at any moment. He just hadn't found the chance yet.

Bibi Dong was almost always by Li Pu's side, leaving Qian Xunji no opening.

Gradually, Chrysanthemum Douluo also noticed Qian Xunji's hatred for Li Pu. As one of the few who knew the secrets behind the matter, he went to Qian Xunji to offer his opinion.

"Your Holiness the Pope, please don't do anything foolish this time. What you did before was already more than enough. The Saintess has always hated you. If you lay a hand on him again, you may end up at each other's throats for good."

Qian Xunji seemed unable to suppress the hatred in his heart. "A useless piece of trash was bad enough. Why does some brat have to steal her away too?!"

He treated Bibi Dong like his own private possession, as though no one else could so much as touch her. The sight was enough to make anyone shudder.

Chrysanthemum Douluo patiently advised him, "Your Holiness the Pope, I understand how you feel, but there's no need to resort to violence. We can deal with this another way."

Qian Xunji's face was expressionless, his voice icy. "Let's hear it, then. What can you do to make them face reality?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was at a loss for words, but still offered a very simple solution that required no planning at all. "It's simple. All we need is for the Young Mistress to appear in front of them. The Saintess will face reality then. Does she really think a young boy who already has a woman and a child could be worthy of an outstanding man? Especially when he's so many years younger than her?"

At that, Qian Xunji pondered for a moment, then slapped him.

Chrysanthemum Douluo clutched his face, looking incredulous. "Your Holiness the Pope, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? You're asking what I'm doing? You want my daughter to seduce that brat?!" Qian Xunji angrily slapped Chrysanthemum Douluo again.

Chrysanthemum Douluo held his face, aggrieved. He dared neither get angry nor show it. "Your Holiness the Pope, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean that. I meant that the Young Mistress only needs to call the Saintess 'Mom.' You're overthinking this."

If the future Angel God ever had to make that sort of expression, Chrysanthemum Douluo wouldn't have enough skin left to peel.

Qian Xunji thought about it and realized that was indeed the case.

Besides, it was the best solution. All his precious daughter had to do was call Bibi Dong "Mom." That would work better than anything else and avoid losing a talent.

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

"If you want someone new to replace him, don't forget you have a daughter. You're not good enough for him!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo added, "Exactly. As for that young boy, the Spirit Hall has plenty of young women. There's bound to be one he likes."

After all, no one would be interested in another person's wife, would they?

"Even if he isn't interested, we can still arrange for him to get together with another woman and make the Saintess give up."

There was one more thing Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't dare say: in his view, what had happened back then never called for all that. They could simply have gone after the man.

"Good. I'll leave this to you. I'm going to find my precious daughter."

After handing the matter over to Chrysanthemum Douluo, Qian Xunji went to look for his precious daughter.

Li Pu knew nothing about their plan, but he was constantly on guard against Qian Xunji's schemes.

At that moment, seven-year-old Qian Renxue sat on the steps of the Worship Hall, looking down at the Pope Palace with longing in her eyes.

But the person she longed for never paid her any attention. Her own mother even loathed her.

From the moment she could remember, her biological mother had treated her with disdain and disgust.

She didn't understand what had happened, and thought she just hadn't done well enough.

From then on, she kept trying to please her mother, but all she got in return were glares and disgust.

When her Martial Soul awakened, she thought that having awakened the Six-Winged Angel with Innate Level 20 Soul Power might finally make her mother look at her and be happy for her.

Instead, the first thing she got was a slap.

But at the Worship Hall, even the elders—her grandfathers—went wild with excitement.

She didn't understand any of it.

"Xue'er."

At that moment, someone called her Xue'er, and Qian Renxue brightened with joy.

The coffin, then?!