Mosheng Fei didn't mind that Qian Renxue knew his name. He had revealed himself long ago.
Nor was he surprised by how respectfully Qian Renxue treated him.
Without his revelations, Qian Renxue would probably still have been undercover in Heaven Dou City, and Spirit Hall would have been branded evil in the future.
He had exposed so many things, helping Spirit Hall both openly and behind the scenes, helping the Angel God, and even helping Qian Renxue herself.
If Qian Renxue had wanted to kill him instead of treating him respectfully, then Mosheng Fei would have seriously reconsidered whether to keep helping her.
Qian Renxue raised her head and studied the little Mosheng Fei.
"Don't think about killing me. Within the world I painted, you can't kill me. Or perhaps... I'm immortal. If you have any other ideas about me, you'd better consider whether you, the Angel God behind you, and even all of Spirit Hall can withstand my wrath."
Seeing Qian Renxue's odd gaze, Mosheng Fei spoke in a joking tone.
In truth, Mosheng Fei had considered this already. Revealing himself meant risking death, after all.
That was why he was meeting Qian Renxue inside the World Painting.
The Painting World was just like the history of Douluo: the people within the painting couldn't hurt him. He was immune to all harm, even the erosion of time.
"No, no, no, Senior Mo! I've never had any such thought. Please... don't misunderstand."
"I just didn't expect Senior Mosheng Fei to be so little... ahem, young."
Qian Renxue's face went pale with fright at his words, and she frantically shook her head and waved her hands.
Mosheng Fei silently nodded.
"Time has no effect on me, so my appearance is indeed a little young. If you don't want to see me like this, I can speak with you wearing another face."
Mosheng Fei thought nothing of it. Painting a face wouldn't take much time.
Qian Renxue waved her hands frantically at his words. The tension in her expression eased somewhat, but she kept her head lowered, her hands resting nervously on her thighs.
"No need, no need... this is perfectly fine."
To her, Mosheng Fei was incredibly mysterious. He was a witness to Douluo's history, someone who could reveal events ten thousand years in the future, and who had even killed the Outer Realm Demonic Devil Tang San through the protection of two deities during the recent battle in Heaven Dou City.
Even the Angel God hadn't managed that.
An uncanny awkwardness settled over them.
Mosheng Fei's gaze lingered on Qian Renxue's lowered, tense, conflicted face, her ample chest, and her fair, snow-white legs.
"Ahem. I invited your spirit here because I wanted to take you ten thousand years into the future to meet someone who might be able to help you."
Whoosh!!!
Qian Renxue instantly raised her head, anxiety on her face, and the words spilled out of her mouth.
"Someone ten thousand years in the future who can help me?"
"Senior Mosheng Fei, did I lose the future battle between the deities' successors?"
"Did I ultimately fail to protect the Douluo World? Did the Outer Realm Demonic Devil still get his hands on it?"
Qian Renxue summoned tremendous courage, squeezing her fingertips until they turned white.
Mosheng Fei didn't answer her. He merely smiled and shook his head.
The history he could enter was history that had already happened. Thus, he couldn't see what history ten thousand years later would become after his revelations.
He couldn't answer that question.
But success depended on human effort, and he was here, too.
"Success depends on human effort. Since I've appeared here today and chosen to help you, the Douluo World, and the Angel God, naturally, I want you to win."
Mosheng Fei raised a hand into empty space, and the Shengfei Pen instantly landed in his grasp.
[Gate of Time and Space: Peerless Era, White Tiger Duke's Mansion!]
"Whether you go is up to you. If you don't, silently think of leaving the Painting World, and you'll be able to leave."
Qian Renxue instantly raised her head.
Was Senior Mosheng Fei going to take me to witness history?
"But... Senior Mosheng Fei, if I leave just like this, will Grandpa..."
Before Qian Renxue could finish, Mosheng Fei interrupted her.
"Don't worry. Your body is still in the Angel Temple. Only your spirit has entered the Painting World."
"The person I'm about to take you to meet is a... child blessed by the world will, nurtured by the world's fortune. Compared to you, he... sigh!"
Mosheng Fei let out a long sigh.
Qian Renxue's heart tightened for no reason. That sigh echoed in her mind, making her heart ache in waves.
Senior Mosheng Fei had witnessed Douluo's history. For something to leave him unable to make peace with it, to make him feel such regret, it must have been truly, deeply heartbreaking.
Qian Renxue held out her hand.
"All right, Senior Mosheng Fei. I'm willing to go with you."
Mosheng Fei said nothing. Taking Qian Renxue's hand, he stepped through the gate leading ten thousand years into the future, to the Peerless Era.
[Peerless Era, White Tiger Duke's Mansion.]
"Mom, Mom, why? Why do they insist on picking on me?"
"I'm the White Tiger Duke's child, too! I'm a child of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, too!"
"The White Tiger Madam sneers at me, the second young master bullies me, and even the servants hit me!"
Huo Yuhao clung to the exhausted Huo Yun'er and wailed.
Mosheng Fei and Qian Renxue stood a short distance away, watching quietly.
"Senior, is it that child?"
Qian Renxue asked cautiously.
Mosheng Fei said nothing. His expression grave, he looked up at the sky.
"Demonic devil power, Asura's gaze... I didn't expect the world will to crash again."
"What a shame. Why? Why did it have to be at this moment?"
Mosheng Fei raised his hand and lightly swept the Shengfei Pen through the air. Time in the world began accelerating wildly.
Huo Yuhao was bullied until his body was covered in wounds. Aggrieved, he tried to fight back, but that only made everyone in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion bully him with even greater enthusiasm.
"Look, look! A piece of trash with innate rank-one soul power actually wants to fight back!"
"Trash! You and your mother are both trash! A brat born to a cheap slut thinks he deserves the treatment reserved for the young masters?"
"Why don't you just die?"
Qian Renxue frowned and stepped forward, wanting to stop them from beating Huo Yuhao.
"Qian Renxue, think this through. Interfering with someone else's karma... comes at a price!"
Qian Renxue stopped in her tracks. Her eyes gradually reddened, and she pressed her lips together, gritting her teeth and refusing to look.
"I can't fall. I can't fall yet. I still have to take care of Mom."
With determination in his eyes, Huo Yuhao walked toward his home, the home where his mother was.
"The atmosphere isn't quite right."
Mosheng Fei waved one hand, and mournful music immediately resounded through the world.
[I'll store away all the past~!] [And weave a beautiful dream~!!]
Killing someone required no more than bringing their head to the ground, but Mosheng Fei was piercing the heart as well. Huo Yuhao was bullied, his mother was beaten and gravely ill, and it repeated almost every day.
Qian Renxue watched it all and finally couldn't hold herself together anymore.
"Senior Mosheng Fei, please save this child. He's suffered... suffered far too much."
Mosheng Fei shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't want to intervene in this karma, but... Huo Yuhao needed to bear it himself.
The New Year arrived.
Huo Yuhao turned ten that year.
Huo Yun'er's illness grew worse and worse.
"Cough, cough... Yuhao, put on the new clothes Mom sewed for you, and go look at the snow outside for me."
His eyes red, Huo Yuhao walked out of the room as though he had lost his soul.
"Mom, it's snowing. It's snowing...!"
Inside the room.
"What a good boy Yuhao is. What a good boy. Obedient and sensible, the best child in the whole world. But why did he have to be my child?"
Thud!!!
Huo Yuhao fell to his knees in front of the door.
"Mom, please, I'm begging you! Don't leave me all alone!"
"Mom, you're all I have in this world!"
Creak!!!
"Mom!!!"
Mosheng Fei watched the scene calmly and let out a heavy sigh.
During the New Year, while laughter and cheerful voices filled the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, Huo Yuhao carried his mother's body alone to the Back Mountain.
"I, Huo Yuhao, swear to Heaven that in this lifetime, I will destroy the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and sever the White Tiger Lineage's legacy!"
At ten years old, Huo Yuhao swore to annihilate the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and end the White Tiger Lineage's legacy.
At this moment, Huo Yuhao's heart held hatred pushed to its utmost extreme. He would do anything to avenge his mother. His heart was devoted purely to revenge.
"Divine descent!!!"
"But why did it all turn into a pile of shit in the end?"
Mosheng Fei, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke.
"He probably can't sit still any longer, either!"
Crack-boom!!!
Just then, heaven and earth thundered. A surge of blood-colored divine power instantly descended upon Huo Yun'er's grave, slowly drawing her soul out.
Qian Renxue was startled.
"Th-this is... divine power! A soul!"
"Someone wants to take this child's mother's soul!"
"Senior Mosheng Fei!!!"
A smile slowly curled at the corners of Mosheng Fei's mouth.
"Bullying Huo Yuhao while he's little is one thing, but if I really let you get your hands on his mother's soul..."
"Huo Yuhao would probably obediently become your dog this time, too!"
"Shengfei Pen: Alter..."
Before Mosheng Fei could finish unleashing his soul skill, the sky thundered, and the world will instantly descended...
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