Qian Daoliu

The instant the boy's hand was about to touch Tang San's shoulder, Tang San's eyes turned cold. His feet shifted slightly as he deftly slid half a step back. At the same time, his left hand shot out like lightning, precisely seizing the pressure point on the other boy's wrist and twisting lightly.

"Ow!"

The tall boy felt a burst of numb, aching pain in his wrist, and half his body immediately went weak. With a scream, he was carried forward by an ingenious force and fell flat on his face.

The entire process was as fast as lightning. The other children who had surrounded them had not even seen what happened before their strongest boss was already sprawled on the floor.

Tang San did not even glance at the person screaming on the ground. His icy gaze swept over the other dumbfounded children, and though his voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable pressure. "Who else wants to show off their strength?"

The remaining children were frightened by his cold stare and clean, decisive moves. One by one, they fell silent and instinctively retreated several steps.

Only then did Tang San walk over to an empty bunk, casually toss his luggage onto it, turn, and head outside. He had no desire to stay another moment.

To him, the squabbles of these children were laughably childish.

His world had long since been filled with Cinderella and cultivation.

After leaving Dorm Seven, Tang San hurried back to Dorm Three and picked up Cinderella.

The two of them walked side by side out of Notting Academy's gates, heading toward the busiest market in Notting City.

Martial Soul City, Elder Hall.

Ever since learning of Snow White's Martial Soul, Qian Renxue had not hesitated in the slightest. She made arrangements in Heaven Dou City as quickly as possible, then traveled day and night, using secret channels to return to Martial Soul City at the fastest speed.

She did not even have time to change out of her ordinary clothes before heading straight for this sacred hall, which symbolized Martial Soul Hall's highest combat power and the Angel God's inheritance.

The towering dome, the solemn angel statues, and the pure, holy aura permeating the air.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, steadying her slightly hurried breathing and uneasy heart before entering the meditation chamber she knew so well.

Qian Daoliu stood with his back to her beneath an enormous Six-Winged Angel statue. His long golden hair flowed down his back, and his entire body radiated a profound, powerful aura like a mountain.

He seemed to have merged with the entire hall, bathed in the faint light cast down by the statue.

"Grandfather." Qian Renxue called softly, her voice carrying a trace of hoarseness and nervousness.

Qian Daoliu slowly turned around, a gentle smile appearing on his dignified face. "Xue'er, you're back. Did everything go smoothly in the Heaven Dou Empire? You returned so suddenly. Did you encounter some difficult matter?"

Qian Daoliu's loving gaze fell upon his granddaughter, but he quickly sensed the unshakable gravity and faint panic between Qian Renxue's brows.

Qian Renxue's hand at her side clenched slightly. She raised her head and looked directly into Qian Daoliu's deep eyes, knowing that no matter how she tried to skirt around it, she would ultimately have to face this matter head-on.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and said in a low but clear voice, "Grandfather, I have something to tell you. I... have a child."

Silence.

The spacious meditation chamber was utterly silent.

The gentle smile on Qian Daoliu's face froze instantly, as though sealed in ice.

His eyes contracted sharply as he stared fixedly at Qian Renxue, as if trying to see through her.

The meditation chamber's originally peaceful, holy atmosphere instantly became oppressive.

"...What did you say?"

Qian Daoliu's voice was terrifyingly low. Every word seemed to be squeezed out through clenched teeth, carrying his incomprehensible shock.

"Xue'er, say that again."

The powerful pressure around Qian Daoliu instantly spread out of control, making Qian Renxue's breath catch.

Qian Daoliu truly could not have imagined that his obedient granddaughter would suddenly have a child after merely going on a simple undercover mission.

Qian Renxue could clearly feel Qian Daoliu's shock and anger.

"Grandfather, don't misunderstand!"

Qian Renxue hurriedly spoke, speeding up her words. "I didn't give birth to the child! It was... someone else who gave birth to her for me!"

"What?"

The violent aura around Qian Daoliu abruptly stalled. A trace of astonishment and confusion flashed across his face, while his dignified brows drew tightly together.

"Xue'er, what do you mean by that? You are a woman, how could you..."

He simply could not understand.

He knew his own granddaughter. Proud and aloof, she had devoted herself wholeheartedly to Martial Soul Hall's grand cause and the Angel God's trials. How could she suddenly have an affair with someone, much less a child?

And now she said she had not given birth to the child? It was simply unimaginable!

Qian Renxue knew she had to explain clearly. Suppressing the embarrassment and awkwardness in her heart, she tried to speak in the calmest tone possible. "Grandfather, do you remember the skull bone among the Angel Divine Outfit Soul Bones? That nearly hundred-thousand-year Angel Disguise Soul Bone."

Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened, and he nodded. "Of course I remember. This soul bone can perfectly imitate any appearance and even alter one's aura. It was the core safeguard of your infiltration plan. But what does it have to do with the child?"

"Its effects... may far exceed our understanding."

Qian Renxue's cheeks reddened slightly, but she still forced herself to continue. "It... it seems capable of more than imitating outward appearances. Under certain special circumstances, it can even... even imitate complete male... functions."

Qian Renxue struggled to say the last few words, barely daring to look Qian Daoliu in the eyes.

"Absurd!" Qian Daoliu's first reaction was to rebuke her.

"Though soul bones are powerful, how could they possibly overturn yin and yang to such an extent?" This completely overturned Qian Daoliu's understanding.

"I know it's unbelievable, Grandfather."

Qian Renxue looked up at Qian Daoliu, her eyes urgent and sincere. "At first, I refused to believe it too! But that child awakened a Martial Soul!"

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and presented the most crucial, irrefutable piece of evidence. "She awakened a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!"

"Six-Winged Angel!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly stepped forward, and his aura violently fluctuated once more.

"Are you certain? It truly is a Six-Winged Angel!"

The inheritance of a God-Tier Martial Soul was extremely strict. It was not something outsiders could easily possess.

If that child had truly awakened a Six-Winged Angel, then it was practically ironclad proof. It proved that the purest angel blood flowed through her veins, that she was a direct descendant of his, Qian Daoliu's, bloodline.

"Absolutely certain! Grandfather, I saw it with my own eyes!" Qian Renxue nodded heavily. "That holy aura, those dazzling wings of light—there can be no mistake. It was the God-Tier Martial Soul passed down through our Qian family, the Six-Winged Angel."

After receiving his granddaughter's confirmation, the anger on Qian Daoliu's face gradually gave way to an extraordinarily complicated shock.

Qian Daoliu slowly stepped back. He needed time to process this fact, which had dealt far too great a blow to his worldview.

The miraculous effects of the soul bone were unbelievable, but the appearance of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul left him no choice but to believe in this child.