Qian Renxue Reborn

Her mother's scalding blood splattered across her face.

The Asura God Sword shattered the Angel Godhead, and the god-level cultivation that had once stood proudly atop the Douluo Continent vanished into nothingness.

Watching her mother die before her very eyes, Qian Renxue let out a howl of despair and resentment:

"No—!!!"

The high and mighty Asura God spoke in the most indifferent tone, delivering the coldest of words:

"Qian Renxue, I will not kill you, but you must repent for the sins committed by your Spirit Hall!"

"Tang San! There are two things I regret most in this life: first, not spending enough time with my family; second, falling in love with an enemy like you! I have only done two things wrong in my entire life, yet they have turned my existence into a joke!"

Qian Renxue struggled to stand, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with force, and said stubbornly:

"Spirit Hall has indeed killed many innocent people, but you, Tang San—ask your own conscience—have you, the Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and the Clear Sky Sect killed any fewer?!"

"Repent? I do indeed need to repent to my mother, but not to the likes of you!"

Exerting her final ounce of strength, she raised the Angel God Sword and took her own life.

Tang San, if there is an afterlife, I will make you pay for this blood debt!

"Ugh, it hurts..."

"Where... where am I?"

Qian Renxue struggled to open her eyes, and what met her gaze was a crowd of familiar yet strange figures.

"Grand... Grandfather... Yes! Grandfather! Where am I? Isn't Grandfather... dead?"

"Come! Let Auntie hold you!"

"Qian'er, don't be unruly. Don't you know the order of seniority? Come! Let Grandfather hold her first!"

"Am I... have I been reborn? No! No! That's impossible! I should have been born in a secret chamber, with only my mother by my side! This is impossible!"

"Qian'er! You've held her long enough! Let Big Brother hold her for a bit!"

"No, no! Look, Xue'er is smiling at me! She likes me, her aunt!"

"Let me see! Let me see!" Qian Daoliu was nearly frantic, acting like a child despite his advanced age.

Qian Xunqian didn't hand her over even after she had her fill, instead placing Qian Renxue into her mother's arms.

Qian Daoliu was a decent man; seeing the child back with her mother, he couldn't very well demand her back, though he did glare fiercely at Qian Xunqian.

Qian Xunqian pretended not to notice, even making a face at her dear, great uncle.

On the hospital bed, Qian Yun'er stroked the child she had carried for ten months with maternal love, even though this child might not be valued by her father in the future.

But regardless of the child's future talent, or whether that bastard of a father cared, she would do everything in her power to raise, nurture, and protect this child, ensuring she would never be harmed again.

Especially, she would ensure she never suffered the same nightmare she had.

As a branch of the Angel clan, Qian Yun'er's devotion to the Angel God was on par with Qian Daoliu's.

She could never accept that the Pope of Spirit Hall was a rapist! And one who had defiled her purity at that.

The triple blow to her faith, spirit, and body had once driven her to despair, making her want to end her own life.

As she pondered, Qian Yun'er raised her head, her gaze locking precisely onto Qian Xunqian.

"Qian'er, may I ask a favor of you, sister-in-law?"

Qian Xunqian patted her chest confidently and said:

"Sister-in-law, don't you worry. Never mind one favor, even if it were ten, as long as it is within my power, I will get it done for you!"

The sickly beauty, Qian Yun'er, said gently:

"Qian'er, I know you are naturally clever. Though you are young, your wisdom far exceeds that of ordinary people. I am merely a maid; I have never read many books, and my talent is poor. I don't believe I can teach Xue'er properly. The... the Pope is busy with a thousand tasks and cannot spare the time, so... so I hope you can be Xue'er's teacher. Would you?"

Qian Xunqian sat on the edge of the bed, stroked Qian Renxue's "bald head," and smiled:

"Don't you worry, sister-in-law! Xue'er's path as a spirit master from here on out is in my hands! I won't let you down! Here, sister-in-law, this is a gift for you: a Dragon Ganoderma Leaf."

"If you consume it, it will consolidate your foundation and strengthen your origin, accelerating your recovery and replenishing the weakness from childbirth. And this, a Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma—take it once you have recovered a bit more. It can break through cultivation bottlenecks and improve your innate talent."

"Sister-in-law, don't be reluctant to use them. I can cultivate plenty more of these. Rest assured, I will prepare even better things, more suited to Xue'er!"

Qian Yun'er looked at Qian Xunqian, who still had a child's face but wore a serious and earnest expression, and nodded slightly, uttering two words.

"Thank you."

Qian Daoliu felt a pang in his heart, as if he had lost something.

Good daughter-in-law, shouldn't you have chosen me—Qian Daoliu—the one with the highest cultivation, the greatest age, and the most experience among us? Why choose a child who is only nine years old!

"Daughter-in-law, would you like to reconsider? Qian'er is still just a child!"

Qian Yun'er hesitated for a moment: "This..."

She glanced at her kind and amiable father-in-law, then at her vibrant and energetic sister-in-law.

Her life experience told her that letting the elderly raise children often led to them being spoiled. They say grandparents are always more doting, and she was sure the grandfather would spoil the granddaughter with infinite affection.

Not to mention that Qian Daoliu was the progenitor of "encouragement-based parenting."

Besides, wasn't her own bastard of a husband raised by her father-in-law? If she let Xue'er follow Qian Daoliu...

No! Absolutely not!

Qian Yun'er shook her head. One must choose a mentor wisely, and it was clear that Qian Daoliu had a track record of ruining his students. She would rather choose Elder Yue Guan than Qian Daoliu.

Yue Guan: What the hell, I might be a bit effeminate and a bit of a eunuch, but is it really necessary to do me like this?!

As for the child Qian Xunqian, she was the one she trusted most.

After that incident in the secret chamber, it was Qian Xunqian who first noticed something was wrong, coming every day to soothe her emotions and provide psychological support.

She had dragged her back from the very edge of the abyss of death.

It was also she who immediately reported the matter to the Consecration Hall, forcing Qian Daoliu and the other high priests to intervene and compel Qian Xunji to marry her, at least ensuring she was given a proper status.

Furthermore, Qian Xunqian, who usually went along with her eldest brother in everything, had for the first time in history stood up to Qian Xunji, giving him a fierce dressing-down right in the Pope's Palace, causing him to lose all face and leaving him unable to step down.

It could be said that if not for her sister-in-law, she might never have been able to walk out of that shadow.

Intelligent, gentle, methodical, and full of a sense of justice—where else could one find such a teacher?

There was one right in front of her, and most importantly, one shouldn't be deceived by her appearance.

Qian Yun'er finally made up her mind and said to Qian Daoliu:

"Although I feel terrible about doing this to Qian'er, as a mother, who wouldn't want their child to be even more outstanding? I trust Qian'er, so I dare to entrust Xue'er to her!"

With that, Qian Yun'er handed the Qian Renxue in her arms over to Qian Xunqian.

"Xue'er, this is your aunt, and also your future teacher! Come and see, isn't your aunt very pretty?"

Qian Xunqian bared her teeth in a grin, trying her best to look like a fool, but why wasn't the child smiling back?

Was Qian Renxue born without the ability to smile?

No! That wasn't it. Qian Renxue wasn't incapable of smiling; she was scared out of her wits.

Holy crap! Where on earth did I get such a big aunt from?!