So We Were Destined to Belong to Two Different Worlds

Wang Zhao instinctively threw an elbow strike...

But just as it traveled an inch, his movement abruptly froze. He then looked up, saw that delicate, pretty face, and asked in confusion:

"Who are you?"

At the same time, he rubbed his left temple, pulling himself out of the state of still savoring that afternoon's sparring session.

"Hello, my name is Little Xue."

The golden-haired girl smiled warmly at Wang Zhao. She did not take offense at his earlier reaction, since she was far stronger than he was. Still, she could not help feeling curious—

What exactly had this boy experienced for his first reaction to someone approaching him to be an attack?

Little Xue...

Meanwhile, Wang Zhao's feelings were rather complicated.

He carefully examined the girl's golden hair and exquisite features, inwardly muttering, No way...

"What are you looking at?"

Noticing Wang Zhao's somewhat impolite gaze, the girl felt as though he had seen through her and frowned slightly.

"Nothing. May I ask what you need?"

Wang Zhao withdrew his gaze and asked her with an unchanged expression.

"How old are you? Why aren't you attending the Junior Soul Master Academy?"

The girl did not dwell on it and continued asking curiously.

That's none of your business...

Wang Zhao thought, but he could not say that aloud, because it did not fit his persona.

Besides, if he had guessed correctly, this girl was most likely Qian Renxue, the future Angel God. He had to deal carefully with someone of such a sensitive identity.

Otherwise, one misstep and he would truly become Little Gang 2.0.

After giving it some thought, Wang Zhao decided to explain based on his actual circumstances.

"My talent is poor. I can't get into Spirit City's Junior Soul Master Academy."

"Oh... I'm sorry."

Hearing that, the girl... no, Qian Renxue, did not continue questioning him. Instead, she felt that she had poked at his sore spot and apologized.

"It's fine."

Wang Zhao smiled casually.

Afterward, Qian Renxue watched helplessly as Wang Zhao turned his attention back to his book, and she could not help puffing out her cheeks.

Hey, hey! An incomparably beautiful girl was standing right in front of you and even bent down toward you, yet you chose to read?!

Were you even a man?

As for Wang Zhao, although he appeared focused on reading, he was actually quite helpless inside.

At this stage, he truly did not want anything to do with Qian Renxue. After all, her father, Qian Xunji, was not dead yet. Besides, who knew whether some grandfather obsessed with his granddaughter was lurking nearby.

He did not want to be cut down by a Holy Sword descending from the heavens.

Second by second, time passed. Qian Renxue seemed to find things rather dull, or perhaps she sensed that her grandfather would soon return. In the end, she could only rise and leave with a resentful little look in her eyes.

Wang Zhao let out a sigh of relief.

The following evening.

After spending most of the day studying and cultivating as usual, Wang Zhao arrived at the Library. Once he had handled his miscellaneous matters, he went to his familiar corner and sat down. As he flipped through a book, he suddenly turned his head and discovered a golden-haired girl sitting beside him.

"You... when did you get here?"

Wang Zhao asked in bafflement, staring at her in shock.

He clearly had not seen Qian Renxue sitting here just now. Otherwise, why would he have come over?

Could it be that she had a Teleportation Soul Skill? Hiss, he had never heard of that.

"Take a guess~"

Qian Renxue gave him a playful smile.

How could the boy before her know that, in order to stop her grandfather from accompanying her to the Library from now on, she had specifically learned his ability to distort light and alter appearances?

With her current strength, the illusions she created were difficult for even ordinary Soul Kings to see through. In this Library, there simply were no members of the younger generation with the strength of a Soul King, while those with such strength would not come provoke her.

Not to mention that this was a relatively quiet time in the Library. Those who remained here reading generally had no mind for anything else.

"Not guessing."

Wang Zhao's mind was full of black lines. He shifted his butt to the side, determined to give Qian Renxue the cold shoulder just as he had yesterday.

This young lady was truly someone he could not afford to provoke right now...

Even after he acted like this, as a proud daughter of heaven, she would not keep pressing her warm face against his cold ass, would she?

Wang Zhao thought to himself.

Who would have thought...

"Hey!"

Qian Renxue moved closer again, advancing step by step as her gaze fixed tightly on Wang Zhao's eyes.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Damn it, this little girl... I'm really afraid of you. If I had the cultivation of a Titled Douluo, I'd definitely...

Holy Sword warning!!!

Ahem, I'd definitely stay far, far away from you, so far that you couldn't find me.

No matter how rich Wang Zhao's inner monologue was at the moment, he still had to yield outwardly. Even setting aside her background, he could not afford to provoke Qian Renxue now.

"H-how could that be?"

Wang Zhao showed Qian Renxue an incredibly "natural" and "bashful" smile.

"Then why are you ignoring me?"

Qian Renxue pressed.

"I... sigh."

With his CPU nearly burning out, Wang Zhao finally withdrew his smile. Then he reluctantly tugged at the corners of his mouth, blinked his somewhat dry eyes, and put on an expression of "inferiority, dejection, and self-mockery" before saying:

"Little Xue, you're not even ten yet, right?"

"That's right."

"If I'm not mistaken, you're already a Soul Master?"

"Hmph, I became one ages ago!"

Qian Renxue proudly lifted her little face.

"Ages ago..."

Wang Zhao murmured softly, his mood visibly becoming even more "dejected."

Seeing this, Qian Renxue's expression changed, and she vaguely realized something.

"So, we were destined to belong to two different worlds."

Wang Zhao shook his head, stood up, and quite reasonably walked toward another corner.

His back radiated endless loneliness and desolation.

Qian Renxue was left standing there, somewhat at a loss.

"Little Xue'er."

No one knew how much time had passed when a gentle, kindly voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Grandpa?"

Qian Renxue stiffly turned around and raised her bewildered face toward the grandfather who loved her most in the world, Qian Daoliu.

"Am I from a different world from him? Or rather, am I destined to belong to a different world from everyone in this world?"

"This..."

Qian Daoliu smacked his lips, momentarily unsure how to answer his granddaughter's question.

Should he answer yes?

For a child who had barely had the chance to properly experience the splendor of the world, that would be far too cruel.

Indeed, what she said was not actually wrong. She possessed the peerless Innate Level 20 Soul Power. She was a girl destined to become the Angel God. No one in this world was qualified to walk beside her. From the moment she awakened her martial soul, she had been lonely!

But...

Qian Daoliu thought.

Xue'er was destined to undergo the Nine Trials of the Angel in the future. Perhaps letting her experience some things sooner would not be a bad thing.

In the past, perhaps this old man had kept too tight a hold on Xue'er.

What was that saying again? Raise sons in hardship and daughters in comfort. It meant that boys needed to understand the hardships and difficulty of life, while girls needed to develop a higher level of awareness so they would not foolishly be deceived and taken away by just anyone.

However, everything had its limits.

Extremes led to the opposite result.

For the girls of the Angel Lineage, they stood at the peak of the world from the moment they were born. No matter how great their achievements became, they were ultimately nothing special to them. This was even more so for Qian Renxue, a girl with an almost one-hundred-percent chance of becoming a god.

Worldly principles were illusory to her.

She was qualified to show anyone a disdainful smile.

What she might truly desire yet never obtain was instead what ordinary people considered insignificant.