Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong Break Apart—You Owe Me Everything!

Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong Break Apart—You Owe Me Everything!

Another child?

Bibi Dong furrowed her delicate brows. She slowly set down the documents in her hand, then smoothed them flat with her palm.

She did not know why Qian Daoliu had suddenly asked such a question, but no matter how he had come to suspect it, he could not be allowed to learn about that baby yet.

It was not yet time to lay everything bare before Qian Daoliu.

Bibi Dong had carefully compared their strength. For now, she was still not strong enough...

So what should she do now?

Where had this old man's suspicions begun?

Bibi Dong composed herself and calmly raised her eyes to look at Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu glanced at the documents beneath Bibi Dong's palm. "I only want to know the specific circumstances of when you gave birth alone back then."

"Other than Qian Renxue, there was no one else." Bibi Dong sneered. "Didn't that bastard son of yours come in and see for himself?"

Qian Daoliu was immediately left speechless.

Indeed, Qian Renxue had been personally carried out by his son, Qian Xunji.

At the time, Qian Xunji had already said that Bibi Dong wanted to kill Qian Renxue with her own hands.

He had said that Bibi Dong had gone mad.

But...

If Qian Renxue had truly been the only child back then, then it was almost impossible for the Qian Clan's bloodline to have leaked outside.

Could it be that Ji'er had had some fleeting affair outside?

If that was the case, there was no way to verify it now.

Unless that child came to Spirit Hall in person, there was simply no way to find them.

"So you truly gave birth only to Xue'er back then?" Qian Daoliu lowered his head in thought before asking again.

He did not quite believe it.

He knew exactly what kind of person Qian Xunji was.

But aside from Bibi Dong, Ji'er should not have had any other women.

Hearing that Qian Daoliu still did not believe her, Bibi Dong's expression abruptly changed. Her gaze turned icy as she glared at him. "What? Do you want to rip open my scars?"

Bibi Dong's words were sharp and forceful, and her attitude of keeping others a thousand miles away made Qian Daoliu frown tightly.

He was somewhat displeased.

"You don't dare say it? Other than Qian Renxue, did you give birth to any other children of Ji'er's or not?" Qian Daoliu's face darkened as he stared intensely into Bibi Dong's eyes, as though he wanted to see through her lies.

Yet Bibi Dong showed no fear whatsoever. Other than fury, there was no other emotion mixed within her gaze.

"You have no right to question me!"

Bibi Dong sneered. "Or do you want to blow this matter wide open and let Qian Renxue know that her father was a rapist!"

"You!!!"

Qian Daoliu was instantly enraged by Bibi Dong's merciless retort.

For all these years, because of that one word—rapist—he had retreated into the Worship Hall and handed the entire Spirit Hall over to Bibi Dong's control.

Unless it concerned a matter of life and death for Spirit Hall, he did not interfere in anything.

Qian Daoliu was a man who distinguished right from wrong.

He knew that the methods his son Qian Xunji had used to keep Bibi Dong back then were far too vile. Thus, even after his son died and Qian Renxue was abused by Bibi Dong, he had no standing to say anything.

He did not harbor much hatred toward Bibi Dong herself.

Because compared to his personal hatred, Qian Daoliu cared more about Spirit Hall's future.

He could see that Bibi Dong was extremely gifted and possessed the potential to reach another level.

Under her leadership, Spirit Hall might go even farther.

That was why Qian Daoliu had been willing to support Bibi Dong, even helping her become Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff. But now that it involved the inheritor of the Angel God Seat, and his investigations over so many years had yielded nothing, he had to thoroughly investigate the matters he had previously been unwilling to touch.

Although he had prepared himself mentally, hearing Bibi Dong's words still made it hard for him to restrain himself.

In his rage, Qian Daoliu subconsciously raised his hand.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes watched Qian Daoliu's movement. Although she knew it was merely instinctive and that he had not released even the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power, the grievances she had bottled up for so many years exploded in an instant.

"What? You want to hit me too?"

Bibi Dong's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. She stared at Qian Daoliu's raised hand. "What, just because your cultivation is higher, you can hit me?"

"Hit me like Qian Xunji did?"

Qian Daoliu's raised hand froze.

Bibi Dong's words gradually brought him back to his senses.

But his hand now looked rather awkward.

Yet Bibi Dong had no intention of stopping there. Once the emotions in her heart flooded out, they were difficult to contain.

"You're so powerful, so capable—then kill me!"

Bibi Dong stood up, her slender legs trembling slightly. Her blood-red eyes stared fixedly at Qian Daoliu. "Come on, let Qian Renxue have only you left as family!"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu finally could not remain stiff any longer.

He lowered his hand and let out a long sigh.

"What happened back then... Ji'er truly wronged you." Qian Daoliu's gaze softened. "But after all these years, Spirit Hall has nurtured you..."

"Is that not enough to offset Ji'er's mistakes back then?"

"Haha, how lightly you say that."

Bibi Dong's eyes remained bloodshot and filled with hatred. "You owe me all of this! You owe me!"

"You destroyed my happiness, used filthy methods to imprison and bind my soul and body, and now you want to use one flippant phrase about having nurtured me to erase all your sins?"

"What a lovely thought. Hahahahahaha!"

Bibi Dong brushed aside her hair. Her peerlessly beautiful face was filled with madness as she laughed wildly, staring at Qian Daoliu and saying each word distinctly, "You people of the Qian Clan are all the same!"

"Sigh..."

Qian Daoliu knew that whenever Qian Xunji was mentioned, Bibi Dong would inevitably fall into a crazed state where communication was impossible.

"Qian Xunji truly treated Xue'er very well. He could not bear to let Qian Renxue lose her mother."

"Xue'er has already suffered enough. During her upbringing, Ji'er did everything he could."

Qian Daoliu's tone was gentle. He wanted to use Qian Renxue to awaken Bibi Dong's maternal instincts.

"But Bibi Dong, don't you think you have been too extreme toward Qian Renxue?"

"Xue'er is your own flesh and blood. Treating her like this, you truly do not deserve to be a mother."

Bibi Dong understood Qian Daoliu's meaning, but her face was utterly cold. "So what? The blood flowing through her veins is that bastard's blood."

With that, Bibi Dong sat down and gathered the documents together. "Get out. I need to rest."

Qian Daoliu had not yet gotten the answer he wanted, so naturally, he was unwilling to leave.

Seeing that Qian Daoliu showed no sign of backing down, Bibi Dong revealed a sinister smile. "Or perhaps you, old man, want to be like that bastard son of yours—force yourself on me and become a rapist?"

"How wonderful..."

Bibi Dong leaned against the back of her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "Your Qian Clan truly is a family passed down for a thousand years."

"Every generation, the only tradition you inherit is rape, isn't it?"