A Chance Encounter with a Little Angel

La--la--la~

Melodious violin music continually drifted from a secluded garden.

Qian Mo, standing tall with ear feathers growing from his back, was the source of the music.

The piece was called Canon, a famous classic from the music world in Qian Mo's previous life. Besides the violin, it had adaptations for piano, guitar, and all manner of instruments.

Qian Mo had merely been an ordinary office worker in his previous life, so naturally, he did not know how to play any instruments.

Yet with the Halovian's musical talent granted by the template, Qian Mo easily recreated this famous piece from the memories of his previous life. At that moment, he was immersed in his own art, oblivious to the world around him.

But suddenly, Qian Mo's hand on the violin paused slightly, because he sensed someone approaching.

However, Qian Mo quickly returned to normal and continued playing.

He realized that whoever it was could come if they wanted. Playing the violin was not something shameful.

At worst, some proper Soul Masters might mock him for neglecting his proper duties.

After all, in this era, music among Soul Masters was something only those nobles who fancied themselves refined would play.

A while later, the piece came to an end. Only then did Qian Mo slowly open his eyes and prepare to pack up and leave.

Although Qian Mo did not care about outsiders' opinions, he could not be bothered to listen to their mockery.

It would do nothing but annoy him slightly and waste his time.

Thus, Qian Mo intended to find a more secluded place to practice music.

As for why Qian Mo practiced music?

On one hand, he had once dreamed of doing so, and was now fulfilling that dream.

On the other hand, music was naturally very important for developing his Halovian talents.

But just as Qian Mo put down his bow and prepared to pack up, his movements froze.

Only after opening his eyes did he realize that the intruder was merely an adorable little girl who looked three or four years old.

Qian Mo suddenly did not feel like moving elsewhere.

After all, what ill intentions could such a well-behaved-looking little girl possibly have?

And just as Qian Mo had expected, the little girl's eyes were shining brightly. She showed none of the usual negative attitude from Soul Masters.

Qian Mo responded with a smile. After giving it some thought, he raised his violin again, this time switching to the more rousing Pirates of the Caribbean.

Afterward, Qian Mo played several more pieces. The little girl could barely contain herself and began swaying along with the rhythm.

After playing for most of the day, Qian Mo began to feel somewhat tired as well.

The little girl came closer, her eyes shining as she said,

"Big brother, you're amazing! All those pieces you played just now sounded so good."

Qian Mo smiled and rubbed her head.

Mm, children really did have nice hair.

For a moment, Qian Mo could not bear to stop petting her.

At the same time, he replied amiably, "It's nothing. As long as you study seriously, anyone can learn."

"Then, big brother, can I learn from you? I want to play beautiful pieces like that too."

The little girl asked expectantly, her eyes full of hopeful light.

But Qian Mo found himself in a difficult position when faced with this question.

It was not because he found children annoying, nor was he worrying over payment.

Having inherited the assets of two Soul Saints, Qian Mo's pockets were well-lined. He had long since moved beyond such calculations.

Moreover, this was the Angel Clan's territory, so this little girl was certainly from the Angel Clan as well.

Having likewise come from the Angel Clan's newborns, Qian Mo knew very well that a child under six did not have it any easier than he had in his previous life.

Before awakening their Martial Soul at the age of six, they had to learn literacy and all sorts of miscellaneous courses. This was standard among all major factions.

Therefore, compared to ordinary Soul Masters, who still had to spend time learning to read after beginning their studies, the gap between the two classes was enormous from the very start.

After thinking for a moment, Qian Mo bent down slightly and said to the little girl,

"Little sister, of course I can teach you, but you need to go back and ask your family first.

After all, you already have plenty of things to learn.

Don't think playing the violin looks easy for big brother. There's actually a lot to learn. With so many things on your plate, don't exhaust yourself."

The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then said with an understanding expression,

"It's fine, big brother. Just teach me directly. I finished teaching myself everything from the clan school long ago, and my father will definitely agree too."

Qian Mo was slightly startled by that answer.

It seemed she was quite the little genius!

But since she had already put it that way, Qian Mo no longer refused. He simply accepted her as his student. After discussing things with her and agreeing on a daily study time, they each went home.

Yet on his way home, Qian Mo's heart was anything but calm.

Because during their conversation, the little girl had said that her name was Qian Renxue!

Combined with her golden hair, her wine-red pupils just like Bibi Dong's, and her absurd intelligence at only two years old—

Barring the minuscule possibility of a namesake, this Qian Renxue was the Angel God herself!

For that very reason, Qian Mo did not dare reveal the slightest abnormality on the surface.

Even within the Angel Clan, Qian Renxue's identity had not been made known. If he behaved too strangely—

It might cause trouble!

Papal Hall.

As the child Qian Xunji had insisted Bibi Dong bear even at the cost of completely tearing their relationship apart, and one who was only two years old at that, he naturally would not let Qian Renxue run around alone.

Thus, today's events naturally reached his ears.

The desire for maternal love was an instinct engraved into the lives of young children.

But because of Bibi Dong's special circumstances, Qian Renxue had undoubtedly been met with cold looks today. Then, while wandering around aimlessly in a daze, she encountered Qian Mo.

After hearing his subordinate's report, Qian Xunji fell silent for a moment.

Even tens of thousands of years later on the Douluo Continent, unless one obtained Tang San's authentic Mysterious Heaven Technique, it would be impossible to begin cultivating ahead of time.

Thus, after thinking it over, Qian Xunji said,

"Forget it. Since Xiaoxue wants to learn, let her learn. She's already finished her basic studies anyway."

With even Qian Xunji's approval, Qian Renxue's violin lessons naturally began.

Qian Renxue studied very seriously. Combined with her powerful learning ability, in merely half a month, she went from a complete beginner with no foundation to a violinist who had mastered every piece Qian Mo knew.

But just when Qian Mo thought Qian Renxue had completed her studies and that he could return to his peaceful life alone—

Qian Renxue returned in a daze.

She also brought back her violin, broken cleanly into two pieces.

Seeing this, Qian Mo raised a brow. With his thorough understanding of the plot, he immediately guessed the cause of this situation.

This little angel who longed for maternal love had likely wanted to use music to improve Bibi Dong's mood, hoping that she would then accept her as her daughter.

But Qian Mo could only shake his head inwardly.

Given Bibi Dong's experiences, along with that hopeless love-struck mindset of hers, how could such mundane music possibly make her let go of the past and accept the daughter she saw as a stain?