The Great Deceiver Lin Mo Is Online

"Level twenty..."

Lin Mo slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes. He lightly clenched his fist, feeling the more abundant power within his body.

There was no need to test his soul power. That sense of sluggish blockage requiring a soul ring to break through had already appeared in Lin Mo's body.

After pondering for a while, Lin Mo still decided not to obtain a soul ring for the time being. First, his soul power had been raised with immortal herbs, leaving his foundation somewhat unstable. He needed to temper it first.

On the other hand, he wanted to challenge a soul ring of a higher age, and body tempering was indispensable.

Lin Mo slowly put on his coat and left his room. His destination was the inner hall of the Enshrinement Hall.

"Lin Mo."

A soft call came from behind him. Lin Mo turned around and saw Qian Renxue standing timidly before him, clutching a little shark plushie.

"Xue'er, what's wrong?"

Out of habit, Lin Mo rubbed Qian Renxue's head. He noticed several tear streaks on her face that had yet to dry.

Combined with Qian Renxue's reddened eye sockets, Lin Mo knew that the girl had been crying again.

"Waaah... Dad... he... he won't let me see Mom."

Qian Renxue suddenly threw herself into Lin Mo's arms and burst into loud sobs, tearfully explaining what had happened.

There was not much Lin Mo could say. He could only gently rub Qian Renxue's head. Perhaps because she was crying so heartbreakingly, even Lin Mo felt somewhat melancholy.

Lin Mo could roughly guess why Qian Xunji would not let Qian Renxue see Bibi Dong. Thinking of it, his expression turned strange.

"Still playing the secret-room game?... He really knows how to play..."

It had to be said, Pope Qian Xunji truly was "a role model for our generation." Otherwise, how could he have earned the title of "Secret-Room Douluo"...?

"Lin... Lin Mo, what are you talking about?"

Qian Renxue raised her tear-streaked eyes and looked at Lin Mo's strange expression in confusion—she had heard his muttering just now, but had not caught it clearly.

"Ahem... Well, it's nothing. Nothing."

Lin Mo was barely holding it together. He could not exactly say, Your dad's getting ready to make you a little brother or sister, could he?

Qian Renxue did not press him on what he had said. After a brief moment of confusion, grief once again took the high ground in her heart, and her tears continued falling.

Watching Qian Renxue remain impossible to soothe, Lin Mo felt his head grow twice as big.

The future cold goddess was such a crybaby when she was little?

Though he had no experience taking care of children, Lin Mo had plenty of experience fooling people. After a little thought, he came up with a way to fool Qian Renxue.

Master Charlatan Lin Mo was now online.

"Xue'er, be good. Don't cry."

"Let me tell you, there's actually still hope for you seeing your mother."

Sure enough, upon hearing Lin Mo's deliberately mysterious words, Qian Renxue immediately stopped crying. She stared at him with her large, watery eyes, tears still clinging to her long eyelashes.

Even Lin Mo felt a little embarrassed at the sight. He coughed awkwardly twice, barely settling his guilty conscience before turning back to continue fooling Qian Renxue.

"Xue'er, you know how your mother treated us that day."

That incident had left a deep impression on Qian Renxue—practically a childhood trauma. She nodded, pursed her lips, and tears threatened to spill out again.

Seeing that Qian Renxue wanted to cry again, Lin Mo hurriedly said what he had planned to say next.

"But Xue'er, I noticed something. You saw your mother's martial soul too—it's an evil martial soul. That is the true reason your mother went mad."

"Your father won't let you see your mother partly to protect you, and partly to protect her."

"I think your father locked her away so he could treat her martial soul."

With that explanation, Qian Renxue immediately stopped crying. Instead, she blinked and began thinking deeply, her eyes growing brighter the more she thought.

"So that's how it is. Our Qian family is the Angel Clan and possesses the strongest purification ability. Does that mean Mother's martial soul illness will be cured very soon?"

How would I know whether it can be cured? No, no... There wasn't any illness to begin with, was there? But... I can't tell her that.

Lin Mo's mind turned slightly, and he immediately thought of a solution. His expression suddenly became somber, and he let out a soft sigh.

"Alas, even Title Douluo aren't invincible."

"Your mother is already close to the Title Douluo realm herself, and a martial soul is the foundation of a person. It will certainly be difficult to remove it without causing any harm."

Qian Renxue's eyes dimmed at those words. That meant she might never be able to see her mother again.

"However, your grandfather and your father may not be able to do it, but you can."

Qian Renxue's eyes suddenly lit up. She raised her head to meet Lin Mo's certain gaze and asked excitedly.

"Me... me?"

"That's right! Xue'er, it's you. Only you can save your mother."

"You have innate soul power of level twenty, became a Grand Soul Master at six, and in the future, you can inherit the Angel God's divine position."

"A Title Douluo truly can't do it, but a god can... Xue'er, if you can become the Angel God, then wouldn't you be able to purify the evil power on your mother?"

Lin Mo's voice rose higher and higher, while his gaze became increasingly devout. Even his arms involuntarily lifted high and trembled, as though this were already something destined by fate.

That almost pilgrim-like speech left Qian Renxue completely dazed. She was now like an adorably dim little gosling, nodding nonstop as she watched Lin Mo, who looked like some kind of preacher.

"Alright, so, Xue'er, you have to stay strong. This isn't just for yourself—it's also for your mother."

Seeing that he had more or less achieved his goal, Lin Mo softened his tone. He gently stroked Qian Renxue's little head.

Still, it had to be said—Qian Renxue's head really was comfortable to rub.

"So, Xue'er, work hard and become stronger!"

"Only by becoming stronger can you inherit the Angel God's divine position more effectively. And once you become the Angel God, the chances of saving your mother will be even greater."

Qian Renxue nodded vigorously. The unconcealed admiration in her eyes as she looked at Lin Mo made him feel immensely pleased, and he smugly lifted his chin.

Mm, this kid actually believed it. Looks like I have a talent for fooling people after all.

Pah, pah, pah. How was I fooling her? It was true, wasn't it? If Qian Renxue became a stronger Angel God, wouldn't that mean she could suppress the Rakshasa God?

And if the Rakshasa God was purified, wouldn't that count as saving Bibi Dong?

As for Qian Xunji imprisoning Bibi Dong... it wasn't to treat her, but for something else...

But how was that not a different kind of treatment? Letting her mind go blank was also a form of treatment, wasn't it? Maybe by some stroke of luck, that method might actually help Bibi Dong recover.

And I heard that Bibi Dong's martial soul was crippled too. Hiss... could Bibi Dong still become the Rakshasa God, then?

While Lin Mo's thoughts ran wild, Qian Renxue beside him gently tugged at the hem of his pants.

"Lin Mo, what were you going out to do just now?"