Little Crybaby Qian Renxue

"You say you're the son of the Sea God? How can you prove it?"

Qian Daoliu looked at the young, immature boy before him with eyes full of suspicion.

Aside from a striking head of blue hair and blue eyes, where on this little guy was there even a hint of the Sea God?

Poseinan really wanted to take that wisp of the essence of destruction that the God of Destruction had shoved into him and slap it right onto the man's face.

But the problem was, he couldn't even sense that energy himself, let alone bring it out as evidence, without reaching the Titled Douluo realm.

Helpless, he could only say with righteous indignation: "Just because I am Poseinan!"

"Do you see that massive Sea God martial soul behind me?"

However, no matter how hard he tried, Qian Daoliu simply didn't believe him: "Kid, don't try to fool me."

How many years had it been since gods had appeared in the world?

A green kid suddenly pops up claiming to be the son of the Sea God—would you believe that?

In any case, Qian Daoliu did not.

However, upon seeing the Sea God martial soul behind Poseinan, his heart softened slightly.

"Speak, what exactly does your mother, Poseixi, want by sending you to me?"

Seeing that Qian Daoliu not only refused to believe him but also mistook him for Poseixi's son, Poseinan couldn't be bothered to argue.

He tilted his head up and asked: "Oi! Old man, can you send me to Sea God Island?"

As long as he reached Sea God Island, he would be the rightful Holy Son of the Sea God; who would dare bully him then?

When that time came, he would make Poseixi drag Qian Renxue back.

However she had hit him today, he would hit her back the exact same way!

Old man?

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu, who had been cultivating his temperament for thirty years, nearly lost his composure on the spot.

What a rude little brat!

For the sake of Poseixi, he didn't hold it against him, but he snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves:

"Hmph!"

He turned and walked away.

Without a moment's hesitation, as if he had made up his mind about something.

He never looked back.

"Fine, you old man. You don't care that your granddaughter hit me, and you won't even help me with a small favor like sending me to Sea God Island?"

The more Poseinan thought about it, the angrier he became, and he secretly made a resolution in his heart:

"Old man, sooner or later, I'm going to park my ghost fire... oh wait, my carriage, right downstairs at your place!"

After returning from Qian Daoliu's place empty-handed, Poseinan headed back the way he came.

Halfway there, he suddenly heard a series of soft, muffled sobs.

"Daddy is gone, and Mommy doesn't want me either. Why did I become a child that nobody wants?"

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

Poseinan followed the sound of the miserable crying.

He arrived at the corner of a courtyard wall.

A small figure was crouching there.

A little white dress, golden hair.

Poseinan recognized her at a glance; it was Qian Renxue.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Qian Renxue hurriedly raised her hands, wiped her face messily, and turned around.

When she saw that the person coming was Poseinan, a flash of embarrassment crossed her still-reddened purple eyes, and then, as if acting out of spite, she turned her face away and asked sullenly: "What are you here for? To laugh at me?"

Poseinan didn't put on his usual cheeky grin; instead, he walked over to her and sat down slowly beside her: "Weren't you just being all majestic and insisting on being my big sister? How come in the blink of an eye, you're hiding here, turned into a little crybaby?"

Qian Renxue buried her head lower, her voice thick with nasal congestion, having lost that competitive spirit from before: "Hmph... if you want to laugh, then laugh."

Poseinan didn't laugh, nor did he immediately reply.

He just sat quietly beside Qian Renxue.

The afternoon sun shone in at an angle, casting a warm patch of light at the base of the wall, enveloping the two small figures within it.

He suddenly spoke: "Hey, little crybaby, who said nobody wants you?"

"It's true!"

Qian Renxue jerked her head up, her eyes red-rimmed, and retorted loudly: "Mommy hates me! Daddy just left! Right now, I'm just a wild child that nobody wants!"

After saying this, she cried even harder.

Tsk...

Poseinan finally understood why this girl was crying so bitterly right now.

So, the news of Qian Xunji's death had finally spread.

Following his own state of mind, he sighed, "Every child is a gift from the heavens; no mother would truly hate her own child."

"Unless... she has compelling reasons."

Qian Renxue's small face was flushed red from crying, her shoulders heaving with sobs: "You're lying! She hates me! Today is her birthday."

"I... I just gave her the cake I worked so hard to make by hand, and she threw it away without even looking at it. She clearly doesn't care about me at all!"

Poseinan felt a bit helpless.

He hated coaxing crying little girls like this the most.

Older sisters were much easier to handle.

He rolled his eyes, a plan forming in his mind: "How about this? Let's make a bet. I can prove that she actually cares about you."

"But if I succeed, you have to promise me one thing: get your grandfather to send me to Sea God Island. How about it?"

Qian Renxue didn't speak, only looking at him suspiciously with those watery purple eyes, clearly not believing him at all.

Poseinan wasn't discouraged. He leaned into her ear, lowered his voice, and whispered mysteriously for a while:

"Do this: when you go back later, tell your mother that you've fallen for someone. Tell her he's a commoner, his innate soul power is only half a level, and he likes to study martial soul theory... I guarantee you, your mother will absolutely fly into a rage."

Qian Renxue's eyes widened, teardrops still hanging from her lashes: "Will this really work? She doesn't even care about me at all usually."

Besides, this sounded like pouring oil on a fire.

Poseinan patted his chest: "I can only say, it's guaranteed to work."

It might even trigger true damage, he added to himself secretly.

Qian Renxue looked at him with half-belief, bit her lip, and as if having made a great decision, nodded forcefully: "Fine! Then I'll go and try it!"

Qian Renxue stood up from the shadows of the corner and wiped her face hard. Although her eye sockets were still red, there was clearly a bit more anticipation in her gaze.

"You'd better not be lying to me, otherwise... hmph!"

She shook her small fist at Poseinan and turned to run toward the main hall.

"Heh heh, time for a good show."

Watching her retreating figure, Poseinan rubbed his chin, a smirk of anticipation curling his lips.

He followed at a leisurely pace, finding a spot behind a pillar where he could see the entrance to the side hall of the Pope Palace without being easily discovered. He crouched down comfortably, ready to enjoy the grand drama he had personally directed.

He didn't have to wait long before he saw Qian Renxue walking toward the entrance of the side hall with her head down and hesitant steps.

The female soul master standing guard at the door seemed to recognize her; she bowed respectfully and did not stop her.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, clenched her small hands at her sides, and finally pushed the door open and walked in.

Poseinan pricked up his ears, trying hard to catch the movement inside.

At first, there were only faint, indistinct voices.

But soon, a cold, angry female voice suddenly rose, clearly piercing through the door:

"...What did you say?! Qian Renxue, say that again!"

It was Bibi Dong's voice.

Poseinan perked up. It's starting, it's starting!

Immediately following was Qian Renxue's tearful voice:

"I just like him! Even though he's a commoner now, he knows so much, and he studies martial souls every day... I'm going to be with him in the future!"