Motherly Love!???

It's not about forgiving, it's about letting go of the past.

Those heavy past events, that deep-seated hatred for Qian Xunji, even the subconscious Frustration directed at that innocent child...

They were like shackles, locking not only her smile, but also her path to greater heights.

The trials of the Rakshasa God, the bestowal of divine power, and Lin Xia's astonishing potential...

All of this indicates that a grander picture lies ahead.

Continuing to carry the heavy burden of the past will only make her Tangled Feet and even... unable to protect this little one who unexpectedly entered her cold world, allowing her to rediscover a trace of maternal love, or even more complex emotions.

The moment this thought arose, it was as if a river channel that had been blocked for many years had been instantly cleared.

An unprecedented sense of lightness, accompanied by a strange sense of relief, welled up from the depths of my heart.

The pent-up frustration that had lingered for years miraculously dissipated on the way back with his disciple, at the exit of Death Canyon, like thin ice under the warm spring sun.

Bibi Dong lowered her head again and looked at Lin Xia in her arms.

This time, her gaze was no longer scrutinizing, authoritative, or coldly calculating, but imbued with a long-lost gentleness and... compassion that she herself had not yet Frisk.

It's like looking at a lost treasure that has been found again, or like looking at a seedling that has broken through the soil and is full of infinite possibilities.

The gaze was so unfamiliar, yet so natural.

"Xiao Xia."

Bibi Dong's voice rang out, less cold and aloof than before, but warmer and more peaceful, yet carrying an undeniable seriousness.

"Do you want to be the Holy Son?"

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall."

Lin Xia: "!!!"

He was still feeling ashamed and indignant about the earlier teasing and was trying to play dead, but when he heard those words, he was completely stunned.

Holy Son?

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?!

That's some incredibly fast train of thought!

From the trials on the brink of death to the awkwardness of being carried in a princess carry, and then suddenly being asked if he wanted to be the Holy Son, second only to the Emperor?

Even though his soul had reached adulthood, his brain had completely shut down at this moment.

But the shock lasted only a moment, and reason returned instantly.

A giant pie fell from the sky!

What does it mean to become the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?

Unparalleled status, resources, power, and... the opportunity to get closer to the Core Circle the Spirit Hall!

This will have immeasurable benefits for his growth, Ivysaur's evolution, and even the various challenges he may face in the future!

This is definitely something that will benefit me!

Whatever Bibi Dong's considerations—whether it's recognition of his potential, compensation, a political maneuver, or... this rare moment of warmth—he must seize it!

Lin Xia immediately composed herself, raised her head, and tried to look in Bibi Dong's direction. Her voice was slightly hoarse from just regaining her senses, but it was incredibly clear and firm.

"Sure! I'll do anything the teacher needs!"

Lin Xia did not feign refusal, nor did she appear overly excited. Instead, she directly returned the choice to Bibi Dong, expressing absolute obedience and trust—"Whatever the teacher needs."

Hearing his seemingly obedient and sensible answer, which was actually a case of "getting a good deal but still acting innocent," Bibi Dong couldn't help but feel a hint of helplessness and amusement in her newly formed loving gaze.

The arm holding Lin Xia moved slightly, freeing a slender, white finger to gently and quickly scratch Lin Xia's nose with a hint of affectionate Punishment and pampering.

"You, you..."

Bibi Dong's voice was filled with laughter, a relaxed tone she had never used in front of the Spirit Hall members, carrying a hint of indulgence towards the child's "cunning".

"At such a young age, he already knows how to take advantage of others."

This swatter instantly dispelled Lin Xia's last bit of embarrassment and tension.

Feeling the lingering cool, jade-like touch on the tip of my nose, I heard my teacher's gentle, smiling reprimand in my ear.

An unprecedented warm current called "being pampered" quietly enveloped him, along with the exhaustion of surviving the ordeal.

The coldness and bloodshed of the canyon seemed to be isolated in another world; at this moment, there was only the comfort of the teacher's arms and the cool, ethereal fragrance emanating from her.

Lin Xia's tense body completely relaxed, and she even unconsciously leaned closer to the cool, fragrant embrace, like a young animal that had finally found a safe nest and curled up in peace.

Lin Xia closed her eyes, no longer trying to see anything, and just muttered something softly.

"Teacher... I'm a little sleepy..."

Bibi Dong felt the relaxation and dependence of the body in her arms, and the warmth in her heart deepened.

She didn't say anything more, but she held his arm more firmly, and her pace quickened quietly.

The golden glow of the setting sun cast a warm halo over the magnificent and solemn Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong carried the sleeping Lin Xia in her arms, her figure like a dark purple streak of light, silently passing through layers of heavily guarded palaces, finally stopping in the quiet side hall of the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong gently placed Lin Xia on the Limber, wide bed, as if handling a fragile piece of glass.

Even as she slept, Lin Xia's face remained pale from exhaustion, but her brows were much more relaxed than when she was in the canyon.

Bibi Dong stood quietly by the bed, gazing at the youthful yet resolute face for a moment.

The lingering gentleness and compassion in his eyes had not completely faded, but the Pope's majesty and foresight had regained dominance.

Bibi Dong reached out her hand, her fingertips gathering an extremely pure and gentle wisp of Soul Power, which she gently touched into Lin Xia's brow, helping him to fall into a peaceful sleep and recover his energy.

Having done all this, she didn't linger at all. She turned around, her dark purple skirt tracing an elegant yet resolute arc, and silently left the side hall.

The doors to the palace quietly closed.

Almost immediately after the door closed, Lin Xia, who was fast asleep on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes!

After looking around at the familiar surroundings, Lin Xia realized that she had returned to the Spirit Hall.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xia summoned Ivysaur!

"Da na!"

A low hum, tinged with suppressed excitement and concern, rang out.

Ivysaur transformed into a beam of green light and appeared on the carpet in front of the bed.

Its huge flower bud drooped slightly, and its aura was somewhat weak, clearly indicating that it had also expended a great deal of energy earlier. However, its scarlet eyes were full of Hustle as it looked at Lin Xia with concern.

"I'm fine, Ivysaur, it's just that my Soul Power is almost depleted."

Lin Xia tried to sit up, but felt dizzy and had to lie back down. She smiled wryly.

"Looks like I've overdrawn a bit... Quick, to the window!"

Ivysaur immediately understood, and with its strong limbs, it moved to the huge French window of the palace in a few steps.

The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the exquisite window frames, illuminating a large area around the window.

"Ingrain, Synthesis, Grassy Terrain!"

Lin Xia issued the command without hesitation.

Although his Soul Power was weak, the instinct to activate these three restorative skills remained.

"Dana--!"

Ivysaur let out a soothing croak.

The tenacious roots instantly pierced into the prepared soil within the palace, Absorb the soft, emerald-green light flowing from the earth. From there, the light rippled outwards, forming a phantom of a Grassy Terrain several meters in diameter. A rich life force permeated the air, rapidly nourishing the weary body and damaged meridians of both the roots and Lin Xia.

Lin Xia lay on the Limber bed, clearly feeling a slight tingling and warm sensation coming from the depleted meridians in her body.

Lin Xia turned her head to look at the Ivysaur bathed in golden light by the window.

The setting sun tinged its dark green body with gold, making the flower buds on its back shimmer. The barely Frisk dark purple halo that had just been imprinted seemed to flow more actively under the golden light.

The divine power of the Rakshasa God... Lin Xia murmured to himself, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

This power is a double-edged sword, bringing great potential but also harboring unknown risks.

But in any case, this is an opportunity, and... it seems to have set off on a much more turbulent path.

Holy Son?

A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of Lin Xia's lips.