Qian Renxue Lingers on Venti! Golden Ranking Eleventh Revealed!

Bibi Dong's lips curled upward, revealing a playful smile.

"Would a friend give you a treasure like a Gnosis?"

"Would a friend openly mock Martial Soul Hall on that Sky Curtain for your sake?"

"Would a friend make you, the ever-haughty young mistress of the Angel Clan, act like such a bashful girl?"

With every word Bibi Dong spoke, Qian Renxue's face grew a shade redder.

By the end, she looked like a ripe red apple, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"I..."

Qian Renxue stammered for a long time before finally glaring at Bibi Dong in a fit of embarrassed rage.

"Mind your own business!"

Although her tone was fierce, it lacked the cold, distant edge it usually held.

Bibi Dong sighed softly and picked up her teacup again.

"I am not trying to manage you."

"I only wanted to say..."

Bibi Dong looked out the window at the fading golden light, her eyes turning profound.

"If it is that person."

"I have no objections."

Qian Renxue froze.

She stared blankly at Bibi Dong.

In this moment.

She felt a trace of something long-lost from this woman... the aura of a mother.

Though faint, it was undeniably real.

"Why?"

Qian Renxue couldn't help but ask.

"Didn't you... always want to destroy the Angel Clan?"

Bibi Dong lowered her gaze, watching the tea leaves bobbing in her cup.

"Because he is strong enough."

"Strong enough to ignore the rules, strong enough to shatter destiny."

"And besides..."

Bibi Dong looked up at Qian Renxue's flushed face, a flicker of trance passing through her eyes.

"Besides, he cares about you."

"That, more than anything, is what matters."

Qian Renxue fell silent.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tracing the rim of her teacup.

The image of that green-clad figure involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

The youth who was always grinning, who loved to drink and play the zither, who seemed never to take anything seriously, yet always managed to stand before her at the most critical moments.

"We... haven't made it clear yet."

Qian Renxue's voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"That guy, he only knows how to drink all day."

"Who knows what he's thinking?"

Watching her daughter's anxious, uncertain demeanor, the ice in Bibi Dong's heart seemed to melt a little.

"Then go and ask him clearly."

"You are Qian Renxue, a descendant of the angels."

"Do you really need to wait for someone to bestow their affections upon you?"

Qian Renxue lifted her head, her golden eyes reigniting with brilliance.

"Hmph."

"Who said I was waiting?"

"The person I, this young mistress, have set my sights on—could he ever run away?"

The teacup was gently placed back onto the rosewood table with a faint, crisp sound.

Qian Renxue stood up.

Her signature golden hair shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, and the flush of shyness on her cheeks had already returned to normal.

In its place was a resolve she had never felt before.

Since she had recognized her own heart, there was no need for further concealment.

She was Qian Renxue.

She was the young mistress of the Angel Clan.

She was also the "Wind God's Kin" chosen by that drunken bard.

Whether she wanted the answer or she wanted that person.

She would take them herself.

"I am going to Godwind City."

Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong, her tone steady, not seeking permission but stating a fact.

"Now."

Bibi Dong did not look up, still watching the tea leaves floating in her cup.

"Go."

"Take Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo with you."

"Although no one in Godwind City would dare touch a hair on your head while he is there, the young mistress of Martial Soul Hall must not lose her prestige on the road."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly.

She turned and walked toward the door, her steps light yet firm.

Reaching the threshold, she paused for a moment without looking back.

"The tea is good."

With that, her golden figure vanished outside the door.

Bibi Dong raised her head, looking at the empty doorway, the smile on her lips gradually widening.

"This child..."

"She is braver than I was back then."

Outside the Pope Palace.

Two shadows appeared silently behind Qian Renxue.

They were none other than Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo.

These two Title Douluo, who had always guarded Qian Renxue, looked at their young mistress and felt that something was different.

The young mistress of the past, though noble, always wore a mask called "Xue Qinghe," making her impossible to truly see.

But the young mistress now.

Her brilliance was fully revealed, like a holy sword unsheathed.

"Young mistress, where are we going?"

Snake Lance Douluo asked with a bow.

"Godwind City."

Qian Renxue gazed into the distance; in that direction was the person she longed for.

"Shall we prepare the fastest carriage?"

Pufferfish Douluo asked tentatively.

"No."

Qian Renxue shook her head.

She extended her hand, and in her palm, cyan wind elements danced joyfully.

That was the power Venti had bestowed upon her.

"We will fly there."

"I want to see him as soon as possible."

"I also want to ask him to his face: since he possesses such heaven-shaking, earth-shattering means and could easily suppress an entire era, why does he spend his days pretending to be an idler?"

"In his eyes, are the conflicts and power of this world truly just passing smoke?"

"Or is it..."

Qian Renxue added silently in her heart.

Or is it that you are only willing to linger in this mortal world to protect someone?

The answer to that question.

It was very important to her.

Just as Qian Renxue prepared to unfurl her Angel Wings and fly directly toward Godwind City.

Rumble--!

Above the firmament, that familiar tremor echoed once more.

The sky, which had only just calmed, saw golden clouds churning like boiling water.

An aura, even more violent and barbaric than before, poured down from the Sky Curtain.

If the previous aura had been vast and mysterious.

Then this one.

Was pure, unadulterated ferocity!

It was the roar of an ancient, primordial beast, carrying the scent of blood capable of tearing everything apart.

Qian Renxue halted her steps and looked up at the sky.

"The eleventh..."

"Is it appearing again?"

Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish, the two Titled Douluo, had faces that had turned somewhat pale.

They felt that trembling originating from the depths of their souls.

It was the natural suppression of a predator at the top of the food chain over those beneath it.

"Such terrifying baleful energy."

Snake Lance Douluo gripped his spear tightly, his palms slick with cold sweat.

"This is absolutely not an aura that a human spirit master could possess."

"Could it be..."

Golden light converged.

Massive golden characters slowly emerged amidst the gaze of the masses.

Every stroke looked as if it had been cast in fresh blood, exuding a suffocating murderous aura.

[Power Ranking · Eleventh Place]

[Name: Xiong Jun]

[Race: Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear]

[Affiliation: Star Dou Forest · Core Area · Ten Great Fierce Beasts]

Star Dou Forest, Core Area.

Deep within the previously deathly silent forest, an earth-shattering roar suddenly erupted.

ROAR--!!!

Within a radius of a hundred miles, all spirit beasts prostrated themselves on the ground, shivering.

Countless towering ancient trees snapped inch by inch under this roar, turning into flying wood shavings.

A giant bear, over fifty meters in height, stood upright.

Its entire body was covered in dark golden fur, each strand standing erect like a steel needle, shimmering with a chilling metallic luster.

On those massive bear paws, five sharp claws, each several meters long, resembled the five scythes of the Grim Reaper.