Qian Xunji acted like any ordinary father: he said little, handed over money, handed over more money, then left.
"I want a dad like that too. Few words, quick with the cash," Shui Yue'er said enviously.
Daddy loves you. Daddy gives you lots of money.
But what lay behind a father's love, solid as a mountain?
Qian San knew nothing of the intricacies. All he knew was that his father showed love by giving him money, resources, and gifts, and by meeting his requests whenever possible.
Being raised in such comfort was something he had never experienced in his previous life with the Bashu Tang Sect.
"Come on, we're having a feast." Flush with money, Qian San was feeling generous.
"Wonderful!" The girls, led by Shui Yue'er, cheered.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Qian Xunji had a feeling Skywater Academy was a rather uncanny place.
He had barely stepped outside when the Evil God contacted him.
She wanted him to inherit the Rakshasa God Position?
Apparently, Qian Xunji had killed the girl the Rakshasa God had chosen. Now she demanded that he become the heir to her God Position.
"I killed Bibi Dong back then. I never expected the boomerang to come flying back at me years later," Qian Xunji murmured.
Still, the Rakshasa God Position was not unacceptable.
And this time, the Nine Trials of the Rakshasa God were laid out in perfect clarity.
The cards were on the table, not hidden up a sleeve.
Kill people.
Start wars.
Overthrow a nation.
Spread slaughter, hatred, resentment, and every other evil impulse in the world.
For example, the Rakshasa God First Trial required him to devour a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
That hardly counted as a trial. He could just devour his own Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
His affinity with Rakshasa Divine