Let My Daughter Bear the Qian Surname? Heh, Get Lost!

"I hate..."

She spoke, her voice so hoarse it barely sounded human, like two rusted pieces of iron scraping against each other, grating harshly against the eardrums.

"I hate."

She said it again, louder this time, carrying a madness that erupted after being suppressed to the limit.

The Blood Pool boiled behind her. Dark-red bubbles burst and splashed across her back, streaming down the hollow of her spine like bloodied tears covering her entire body.

"Xiao Gang..."

The moment that name left her lips, her voice suddenly changed.

It was no longer a hoarse roar, but held an eerie tenderness, like lovers whispering to each other, or the final delirious murmur of someone on the verge of death.

"Xiao Gang, I love you."

She reached out and grasped at the dark void. She caught nothing. Her fingers curled, then slowly withdrew and pressed against her chest.

"I'm coming to find you."

The corners of her mouth split open, wider and wider, nearly reaching her ears and revealing a row of uneven teeth.

Her gums were covered in dark-red streaks of blood.

"I'm coming to find you..."

She raised her head and let out a piercing, inhuman howl toward the darkness above, where nothing could be seen.

The sound bounced back and forth through the sealed space, striking the stone walls, the Blood Pool, and her own body, before turning into waves of cold, sinister echoes.

The Blood Pool churned even more violently.

The dark-red liquid seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, forming a massive vortex. Strands of black mist surged from its center and coiled around her body.

Barefoot, she stepped forward from the stone slabs at the edge of the Blood Pool.

Blood water dripped from her body, leaving a trail of dark-red footprints on the stone.

"Spirit Hall."

When she spoke those three words, her voice changed again, becoming a cold whisper steeped in bone-deep hatred.

"Qian Xunji."

She paused, then suddenly laughed.

The laughter was squeezed from deep in her throat, as if someone inside her was choking her, refusing to let her laugh, yet she insisted on laughing anyway.

"Kill them, kill them, kill them!"

She walked forward. With every step she took, the Blood Pool behind her grew a little calmer.

By her third step, the Blood Pool had gone completely still, like a dark-red mirror reflecting her gaunt, twisted back.

"Qian Renxue."

When she spoke that name, she stopped.

She tilted her head. Her neck cracked sharply, as though displaced bones had been forcibly shoved back into place.

"You shouldn't have died."

Her voice suddenly became very, very soft, as though she were whispering a secret to herself.

"My daughter... no, that's not it..."

She continued forward. In the darkness behind her, pairs of dark-green eyes gradually emerged, densely packed and filling the entire space as they stared at her back and followed silently.

"Xiao Gang, wait for me."

Her voice slowly faded into the darkness.

"I'll come find you very soon."

She was Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, but she was not entirely Rakshasa God Bibi Dong!

She was like a collection of obsessions, an evil ghost that had crawled out of hell!

However, judging from her aura, she was currently only at the level of a Limit Douluo.

Spirit Hall, Saintess Palace.

Ye Xunfeng smiled as he picked up Xiao Xue. "I'll take the child for now. You get some proper rest."

Bibi Dong nodded gently.

Ye Xunfeng carried the child out of the hall and lightly wrapped her in a layer of Soul Power for protection.

"Her Highness is so adorable." Light Feather Douluo eagerly leaned closer, a trace of fondness flashing across his face. "What's her name?"

Ye Xunfeng gently patted Xiao Xue's back and glanced at them. "My daughter will naturally bear my surname, Ye. From today onward, she will be Spirit Hall's Saintess."

"Your Holiness, shouldn't she bear the Qian surname?" Jiang Mo Douluo asked with a frown.

Ye Xunfeng glanced at him and snorted coldly. "Why should she?"

"Your Holiness, please leave an heir for the Angel Qian Clan. In consideration of the Angel Qian Clan's many years of guarding the continent, please give the Qian Clan a chance." After a moment of silence, Golden Crocodile Douluo bowed respectfully.

Ye Xunfeng sneered. "So what? If he wants to leave behind an heir for the Qian Clan, then he can have one himself instead of setting his sights on my daughter!"

Ye Xunfeng stepped forward, and his pressure instantly spread outward. Logically, at only Rank 95, his Soul Power pressure should have been incapable of moving Golden Crocodile Douluo.

But the problem was that Ye Xunfeng had also used the divine pressure belonging to the Goddess of Life and the God of Destruction.

In an instant, the waists of those offerings were forced to bend.

Ye Xunfeng rubbed his daughter's head. "What surname she wants will be for her grown-up self to choose. Just because you say you contributed to Douluo Continent, you want my daughter to change her surname? Heh, get lost!"

Ye Xunfeng carried the child toward the Pope Palace. Before leaving, he added, "You have been with Qian Daoliu for so many years, so I understand why you speak for him. But I hope you understand that I am the Pope. Do not take the wrong side. At the same time, I hope Spirit Hall will not be divided."

After saying that, Ye Xunfeng turned and left.

He returned to his own bedroom within the Pope Palace.

Ye Xunfeng laid his daughter on the bed, gently stroking her little face as though petting a kitten.

A trace of worry flashed across Ye Xunfeng's face. Why? Why had Qian Renxue been reborn?

What exactly had happened?

Ye Xunfeng rubbed his temples. He was not sure what had happened. Had his arrival caused some kind of butterfly effect?

Ye Xunfeng lightly pressed the divine examination mark between his brows. The alternating green and purple mark instantly appeared there.

"Goddess of Life, are you there?" Ye Xunfeng asked softly.

The next moment, the world spun around him.

"Ye Xunfeng, why have you summoned us?" The God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life appeared together in the Goddess of Life's inheritance Secret Realm from last time.

"My two God Kings, my daughter..." Ye Xunfeng hesitated for a moment before telling them the true situation and asking the two God Kings for guidance.

This was not a problem he could resolve by himself at present. Rather than hide it, he might as well ask.

"This is also what we wanted to tell you. The fortune of Douluo Continent seems to have undergone an extremely strange change. There seem to be traces of time and space involved, so you must be careful," the Goddess of Life said after pondering for a moment.

"Thank you for informing me, Senior. Then what about my daughter's problem?"

"It is not too serious, but you must remember that the soul must be complete. In other words, that portion of memories is destined to merge. It would simply be best if the two fragments of the soul merged willingly," the God of Destruction said after some thought.

"Thank you, Seniors." Ye Xunfeng was grateful.

"No need to thank us. Oh, right, can I borrow your daughter for a look?" A flash of purple light passed through the God of Destruction's eyes as he spoke with a hint of awkwardness and excitement.

Ye Xunfeng: ???

"Cough, cough, cough." The God of Destruction came back to his senses and coughed twice awkwardly, realizing what he had just done.

"Just pretend you didn't hear that. Your daughter's situation is very special, and her talent is quite good. When she awakens, a Godly Trial should come looking for her... Oh, right, don't let the child inherit the Angel God's Godhood," the God of Destruction said awkwardly.