She's Called Bibi Xi, or Maybe Zhao Xixi; Li Qiu Shows His Strength

[Love-Starved Little Angel: You're the Spirit Hall Saintess? My mom is the Spirit Hall Saintess too...]

Young Bibi Dong stared at the words "Spirit Hall Saintess" for several seconds.

Wasn't she the Spirit Hall Saintess?

And then there was what A Leaf Knows Autumn had said earlier.

Could Qian Renxue be her daughter?

She was completely dumbfounded.

[Spirit Hall Saintess: What's her name? Could she be from a different generation?]

[Love-Starved Little Angel: Her name is Bibi Dong.]

[But she hates me. She doesn't want to see me. Waaah...]

[It feels like I did something terrible to her.]

Six-year-old Qian Renxue was pink-cheeked and soft, bright-eyed and adorable.

But whenever she mentioned Bibi Dong, her face filled with hurt.

She hadn't done anything at all,

yet Bibi Dong simply didn't like her.

She even loathed her!

[Spirit Hall Saintess: ...]

Young Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes widened slightly when she saw her own name.

Qian Renxue really was her future daughter.

This was too...

Absurd.

She could actually chat with her future daughter.

It was miraculous—and eerie.

Damn you, Qian Xunji!

She had no idea how to face Qian Renxue.

Her future daughter—

No, the daughter of another, future version of herself.

[Love-Starved Little Angel: Why did you send an ellipsis?]

[You're not my mom, are you?]

[Group leader, what do you think?]

[What do you all look like?]

[I just went to see Mom, but she sent me away. Waaah...]

[She even yelled at me... Waaah... I'm so miserable...]

[A Leaf Knows Autumn: Poor Xiao Xue. Take a selfie so we can see just how miserable you look...]

[Love-Starved Little Angel: How do I take a selfie?]

Li Qiu then taught her how.

Young Bibi Dong was curious about what little Qian Renxue looked like too.

Soon, little Qian Renxue took a photo and sent it over.

She had lovely golden hair, reddened eyes, and a hurt expression, with tears still clinging to her cheeks.

She looked adorable and heartbreakingly pitiful.

Why does she look a little like me?

And a little like Qian Xunji.

Bibi Dong couldn't accept it just yet.

[A Leaf Knows Autumn: You really are adorable, little angel. Can I pinch your cheeks? I bet they'd feel unbelievably soft.]

[Love-Starved Little Angel: No! If you dare pinch my cheeks, my grandpa will spank you...]

[A Leaf Knows Autumn: Heh, I'm more than ten years in the future. Even if your grandpa finds out, he can't reach me.]

[Love-Starved Little Angel: ...]

[@Spirit Hall Saintess, what's your name?]

[Spirit Hall Saintess: I'm not telling you!]

Young Bibi Dong had no intention of telling Qian Renxue her name.

If the girl found out, wouldn't she chase after Bibi Dong calling her Mom?

Having Li Qiu call her Mom was bad enough!!

Now a six-year-old brat too!!

Absolutely not!!!

[Love-Starved Little Angel: ...@A Leaf Knows Autumn, what's the Spirit Hall Saintess's name?]

[A Leaf Knows Autumn: If she doesn't want to say, I can't tell you. Maybe her name is Bibi Xi, or Zhao Xixi...]

[Love-Starved Little Angel: Okay. Grandpa says I can't force people to do things they don't want to. Even if Mom doesn't like me, I can't make her like me. I only wanted to see her, but she won't even look at me!]

[A Leaf Knows Autumn: You'll get to see her someday!]

Li Qiu sent a head-patting emoji.

[Love-Starved Little Angel: Forget it. I'm going to practice my swordplay.]

Little Qian Renxue pouted her rosy lips and carried a wooden sword to the Angel God Statue.

Dressed in yellow with a white cape, Qian Daoliu stood before the Angel Statue, his long white hair falling to his waist and his hands clasped behind his back.

"Grandpa... you said Mom will see me once I get good with a sword, right? I'll practice really hard!"

Qian Renxue gripped her wooden sword with utmost seriousness.

"Come. Before we practice, pay your respects to the Angel God!"

Qian Daoliu bowed before the towering Angel God Statue.

Little Qian Renxue copied him. The wooden sword looked rather long and heavy in her hands.

"Swordsmanship includes techniques such as drawing, guiding, lifting, parrying, striking, and thrusting. The Qian Family's swordsmanship pursues—

'becoming one with the sword'

and 'moving the body through intent.'"

Qian Daoliu explained this to little Qian Renxue.

"Then what level have you reached, Grandpa?"

Little Qian Renxue asked curiously.

"I've only reached the level of becoming one with the sword."

Qian Daoliu spoke with resignation. Moving the body through intent was too difficult.

He feared he would never attain it in this lifetime.

"Oh! I'm sure you can do it, Grandpa!"

Little Qian Renxue raised her wooden sword high and spoke with innocent conviction.

Qian Daoliu smiled at Xue'er, his spirits lifting.

Li Qiu stood outside the dormitory.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Li Qiu.

"Thank you for warning us. You saved us from a test that would have ended with us getting thrashed!"

"So it was you. Not bad. What was your name again? I'm Ning Rongrong. From now on, I'll look after you! If anyone dares bully you, bury them in Gold Soul Coins!"

Ning Rongrong took out a hundred Gold Soul Coins and handed them to Li Qiu.

Li Qiu froze. This Little Demoness, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Clan, certainly knew how to spend lavishly.

But he liked it.

"Thanks, Princess Rong!"

He pocketed the hundred Gold Soul Coins.

Oscar, standing nearby, stared so hard at the Gold Soul Coins in Li Qiu's hand that his eyes nearly popped out.

He followed Li Qiu into the boys' dormitory.

Oscar walked over and nudged Ma Hongjun, who was lying on his bed with his big belly sticking out. He shot him a look. "Li Qiu just earned a hundred Gold Soul Coins. Shouldn't he let his classmates have a sip of the soup?"

"Exactly! A hundred Gold Soul Coins could buy Fatty plenty of trips to the pleasure quarters! We'll split it three ways!"

Ma Hongjun sprang off the bed, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Li Qiu.

"Get lost!" Li Qiu hadn't expected the two of them to set their sights on his Gold Soul Coins.

"Buzz..."

Soul Rings slowly rose beneath Ma Hongjun's feet, and the Evil Fire Phoenix appeared behind him. "Oscar can't fight, so he can't do anything to you. But Fatty's a Power Attack System Soul Grandmaster. Hand it over, or Fatty will take it! You're the weakest one here anyway. Fatty can bully you whenever he wants!"

"I'll take that!" Ma Hongjun sneered, still treating Li Qiu as the boy he used to push around.

"Whoosh..."

His hand closed on empty air. Li Qiu flickered into view two meters away.

He had moved so fast that Ma Hongjun's eyes blurred. "What the hell?"

Li Qiu had shortened the distance beneath his feet, though Ma Hongjun had no idea.

"You little—how dare you dodge!"

Ma Hongjun flew into a rage. "Phoenix Fire—"

Boom! A scorching fireball formed in Li Qiu's hand and swelled until it was as big as a basketball. Flames roared around it as he hurled it forward.

Ma Hongjun hadn't even spat out his flames.

The fireball struck him in the face and sent him flying backward out of the dormitory.

"Aaah!" Ma Hongjun's scream came from outside.

"Uh... how is that possible?"

Oscar hadn't expected Li Qiu to have reached level twenty-six.

And with a single blow, he had sent Ma Hongjun flying.

Smack! Li Qiu slapped Oscar right out the door.

Oscar landed beside Ma Hongjun, his face twisted to one side.

Both of them lay on the ground howling.

Both stared in stunned disbelief.

It seemed utterly impossible.

What had happened to Li Qiu?

He had shot from level eighteen to level twenty-six, and his Martial Soul had even gained a fire attribute.

What the hell was going on?

Dai Mubai walked over from nearby. He, too, had never expected Li Qiu to send both Ma Hongjun and Oscar flying.