Mother and Son at Heart, Black Lotus Devours Rakshasa Evil Intent

Qian Renyuan slowly raised his head and looked at the savage, terrifying phantom of the Death Spider Emperor behind Bibi Dong.

The entire Pope Palace seemed to freeze at that moment. Purple-black Soul Power churned endlessly, as though it could tear everything before it to pieces at any moment.

Yet Qian Renyuan seemed not to see any of it.

He took his small steps and walked toward Bibi Dong one step at a time.

Then, beneath everyone's shocked gazes, he stretched out his arms and hugged Bibi Dong's leg.

"Mother."

His childish voice rang out.

Bibi Dong's body suddenly trembled as she lowered her head to look at Qian Renyuan.

That little face still bore the innocence unique to a child. His eyes were clear, holding none of the fear or resentment she had expected—only the purest dependence.

"Qian Renyuan..." Bibi Dong's voice was slightly hoarse.

She wanted to tell Qian Renyuan to step back, but the words reached her lips and would not come out.

"Mother, don't be angry." Qian Renyuan looked up at her. "Yuan'er doesn't want to see you and Grand Worshipper fight."

The killing intent surging in Bibi Dong's eyes stalled slightly.

But at that moment, the cold, twisted voice deep within her soul suddenly became shrill.

Kill Qian Daoliu! He wants to take your child away! Kill!

That Rakshasa Evil Intent surged madly, like a venomous snake biting down on Bibi Dong's reason once more.

Purple-black light flashed in her eyes, and the phantom of the Death Spider Emperor behind her became even more vicious.

Qian Daoliu's expression darkened.

"Bibi Dong!"

Golden Soul Power surged again, and the phantom of the Six-Winged Angel erupted with dazzling radiance.

"Holy Son!" Yue Guan and Gui Mei's expressions changed drastically, and they nearly rushed forward at the same time.

But at that moment, the little hand Qian Renyuan had wrapped around Bibi Dong's leg tightened gently.

Within his palm, the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus slowly rotated. A nearly imperceptible dim glow gradually spread from the depths of its lotus heart.

Bibi Dong clearly felt the evil intent that had tormented her for years in the depths of her soul suddenly tremble as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

The next moment, a strand of dark-purple aura was drawn out from the depths of her soul.

The Black Lotus turned gently, and the dark-purple aura was instantly swallowed into its lotus heart.

Boom!

It was as though an invisible shackle had been severed within Bibi Dong's mind.

The cold voice that had been screaming endlessly came to an abrupt halt.

The purple-black light in her eyes rapidly faded, and the ceaselessly surging killing intent was smoothed away as though by an invisible hand.

Even the hostility that had accumulated in the depths of her heart for years dissipated somewhat.

Bibi Dong froze. She could no longer remember how long it had been since she had felt such clarity.

Now, the voice that had constantly haunted her was gone—at least for this moment.

Bibi Dong lowered her head and looked at Qian Renyuan, who was hugging her. Between the pressure of two peerless experts, he was still trying to persuade her not to be angry.

Something seemed to stab viciously into her heart. She had never expected that this child, whom she had always neglected, loved her so deeply.

"Yuan'er..." Bibi Dong's eyes reddened slightly.

The next moment, she could no longer care about the Pope's dignity. She bent down and pulled Qian Renyuan tightly into her arms.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was so soft that only Qian Renyuan could hear it. "It was Mother's fault. Mother shouldn't have... treated you that way before."

Qian Renyuan quietly leaned against her embrace.

He could feel the cold aura around Bibi Dong rapidly fading.

Sure enough, the Black Lotus can devour Rakshasa Evil Intent. Given enough time, it may be able to completely remove the Rakshasa corruption from the depths of Bibi Dong's soul.

But now was not the time to reveal too much.

He reached out with his little hand and gently patted Bibi Dong's shoulder. "Mother did nothing wrong. Yuan'er knows that Mother is simply too tired."

Bibi Dong's body trembled again, and her arms around Qian Renyuan tightened further.

The hall fell utterly silent.

Yue Guan's lips moved, but he could not say a single word. Gui Mei remained silent, though deep shock surfaced in his eyes.

They had followed Bibi Dong for many years and understood this Pope's temperament better than anyone.

Yet now, before Qian Daoliu and so many elders, she was actually holding Qian Renyuan like this.

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell upon Qian Renyuan, and the shock in his heart deepened. In that brief instant just now, he had clearly felt Bibi Dong's killing intent dissipate.

Was it because of this child?

This child was definitely not merely gifted.

At that moment, Qian Renyuan slightly raised his head from Bibi Dong's embrace and looked toward Qian Daoliu.

"Grand Worshipper Grandpa."

The moment that form of address was spoken, Qian Daoliu's expression shifted slightly.

He had not heard anyone call him that in many years. For some reason, the hardness in his heart softened somewhat.

"I know Grand Worshipper Grandpa is doing this for my sake, and Mother is also doing this for my sake." Qian Renyuan spoke seriously. "But if you fight because of me, then it won't be for my sake anymore."

"I have an Angel martial soul, so of course I should learn the Angel inheritance. But I am Mother's son, and I am also the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. Mother is the Pope, and she can teach me many things too."

He paused slightly, then spoke in the earnest tone of a child.

"So why can't Mother and Grand Worshipper Grandpa teach me together? I can go to the Worship Hall during the day to learn the Angel inheritance, and I can also learn Spirit Hall affairs from Mother at the Pope Palace. That way, I won't have to leave Mother, my talent won't be wasted, and you won't need to argue because of me."

Yue Guan's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Were these truly words that a six-year-old child who had just awakened his martial soul could say?

He had given Qian Daoliu a way out, preserved Bibi Dong's dignity, and forcefully suppressed an internal conflict that had nearly erupted.

Bibi Dong held Qian Renyuan, her expression impossibly complicated.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long while before slowly retracting his Soul Power. The phantom of the Six-Winged Angel behind him gradually faded.

"Fine." He looked at Qian Renyuan, his voice low. "Since you have spoken, this old man will agree. From today onward, you may enter and leave the Worship Hall freely. I will personally teach you the Angel inheritance."

After saying that, he looked at Bibi Dong. "But let me make this clear first: his talent must not be delayed by anyone."

Bibi Dong gave him a cold look.

But at that moment, Qian Renyuan gently tugged at her sleeve from within her arms.

Her heart softened. She took a deep breath and suppressed the coldness in her heart. "My son will naturally receive the very best from me."

Qian Daoliu stared at her for a moment, but ultimately said nothing more.

As their auras receded, the terrifying pressure weighing upon everyone's hearts finally dissipated.

Along both sides of the hall, many soul masters only then realized that their backs had long been soaked in cold sweat.

The way Yue Guan looked at Qian Renyuan had already become reverent.

The next moment, he was the first to drop to one knee.

"Congratulations to Your Holiness the Pope! Congratulations to the Grand Worshipper! Congratulations to the Holy Son on awakening twin god-grade martial souls!"

Gui Mei followed close behind. The elders and soul masters in the hall seemed to awaken from a dream and fell to their knees one after another.

"Congratulations to the Holy Son!"

The waves of voices echoed throughout the hall.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renyuan, and the satisfaction in his eyes grew increasingly apparent.

"Yuan'er." He suddenly spoke. "Since you possess the Twelve-Winged Angel martial soul and bear the bloodline of the Qian Family, from today onward, all seven great worshippers of the Worship Hall may heed your commands."

The moment those words were spoken, everyone in the hall was shaken once again.

The seven great worshippers of the Worship Hall were the pinnacle of Spirit Hall's combat strength.

Bibi Dong's gaze narrowed slightly. Since Qian Daoliu could make such a promise, she would not fall short either.

Holding Qian Renyuan, she said, "Since the Grand Worshipper thinks so highly of Yuan'er, I cannot lag behind. From today onward, Qian Renyuan shall be Spirit Hall's First Holy Son. His status shall be equal to that of an elder of the Elder Hall, and he may have priority access to all resources under the Pope Palace."