What the Hell Are You?

Deep within the Worship Hall.

Qian Renxue stood quietly before the Angel Statue, dressed in an elegant pale-gold robe.

Soft golden light poured down upon her, seeming to cloak her in a sacred radiance.

Beside Qian Renxue stood the two old geezers, Qian Daoliu and Qian Cheng.

Qian Cheng sat in a sandalwood chair with an indifferent expression, as calm as still water.

Qian Daoliu, on the other hand, looked extremely nervous, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

"Xue'er, what is your first examination?"

Qian Daoliu leaned forward half a step, his gaze fixed tightly on Qian Renxue's face, afraid of missing even a single word.

"The contents of my first examination are very strange. Even I can't quite make sense of them."

Qian Renxue turned slightly to the side, her tone carrying confusion and puzzlement.

"How is it strange? Tell me!"

Qian Daoliu's heart leaped into his throat, and even his breathing became hurried.

"Exile the sinner Qian Cheng!"

Qian Renxue spoke slowly, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"Huh? What did you just say?"

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened abruptly, his face filled with disbelief.

Qian Cheng, beside him, also straightened slightly in his chair, a flicker of surprise passing through his formerly calm eyes.

Well, damn. He had been watching the drama, only for it to land on his own head!

"The first examination requires me to declare the ancestor a sinner, on the grounds that he is a blood-soaked executioner whose hands are stained with the blood of too many innocents."

Qian Renxue rolled her eyes helplessly.

"What the hell!"

Qian Daoliu's expression instantly turned incomparably ugly, his voice full of anger and agitation.

"And there's an additional explanation attached to this examination."

"It says that Gods are pure and flawless, unable to tolerate the slightest