Evil God: I Will Never Let My Followers Suffer Such Indignities

At just nine years old, Qian Renxue had begun undergoing brutal special training.

She had studied the Heaven Dou Empire's etiquette, knowledge, and language, imitating Xue Qinghe's every word and action until her disguise was watertight.

Afterward, she had even gone undercover alone in an unfamiliar imperial palace.

Bibi Dong had never once asked how she had lived in the palace all these years, or whether she had grown accustomed to it.

Bibi Dong saw only that her cultivation had risen by a single rank since their last meeting, fearing that it would drag down the entire plan to overthrow Heaven Dou.

Bibi Dong did not know how much she had sacrificed for it, leaving her precious little time for cultivation.

Or perhaps Bibi Dong knew all of this, but had simply grown accustomed to treating her this way, with undisguised disdain and disgust.

But Mother!

Besides the most basic daily cultivation, your daughter also has to win people over, draw court officials to her side, and establish a power structure in that palace of lies and intrigue...

Have you forgotten that I'm only fifteen this year?

This time, she had wanted to tell Bibi Dong upon returning, Mother, I can already handle the Heaven Dou Empire's governmental affairs with ease. I've begun secretly weakening Xue Ye's authority.

Like a child seeking credit, she had only hoped for a word of praise from Bibi Dong: Qian Renxue, well done!

She had also wanted to say, Mother, I came back this time because my fifteenth birthday is in a few days.

She had not hoped for a birthday present from her mother, or a birthday banquet.

All she had wanted was a single sentence: Happy birthday, my daughter.

Sadly, she was destined never to have a chance to say any of this.

From deep within Qian Renxue's heart, Cheng Ran felt profound anguish, grievance, sorrow, and disappointment...

All those complicated emotions intertwined, engulfing her like a rising tide.

Cheng Ran (Qian Renxue) frowned as a nameless fury surged in his heart.

Cheng Ran: Qian Renxue! Listen to me. As the Evil God, I will never let my followers suffer such indignities!

Cheng Ran: Watch closely. Today, I'll teach you how to hit back when someone bullies you!

Cheng Ran (Qian Renxue) raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong above him.

His eyes held a little more coldness and mockery.

"Ha ha..."

With a long laugh, Cheng Ran (Qian Renxue) swept his gaze over the elders and glared at them. "Reflect? What do you want me to reflect on?"

"On whether I've disgraced Spirit Hall, or disgraced Bibi Dong?"

"Let me ask you: do those people outside know that I, Qian Renxue, am Spirit Hall's Saintess? Do they know I'm the daughter of the current Pope, Bibi Dong?"

"Let me ask you: from the day I was born until now, has Spirit Hall ever publicly revealed my identity?"

"And elders, do you know why I've only advanced one rank in the past six months? I was off carrying out a fucking secret mission for Spirit Hall! I wasn't off enjoying myself!"

Qian Renxue cried out in her mind: Evil God, that's a secret mission! Classified! You can't tell them!

Cheng Ran: They're wronging you, and you're still keeping their secrets for them?

Cheng Ran (Qian Renxue) stared straight at the woman in the seat of honor. "Bibi Dong, if you think you can carry out the Infiltration Plan better, do it yourself."

"If you're so capable, you do it! From today onward, I'm fucking done with this bullshit Infiltration Plan!"

"Also, I admit that Hu Liena has a better disposition than I do, so I recommend handing the Infiltration Plan over to little sister Hu!"

"Or, Your Holiness, why not carry out the Infiltration Plan yourself?"

"What's wrong? Does the Pope need her time for cultivation? It's fine. Time is like cleavage. Squeeze a little, and you'll always find some."

Qian Renxue fell apart in her mind: It's over, it's over. After saying that, how am I supposed to get by in Spirit Hall...

After Cheng Ran (Qian Renxue) finished his barrage in one breath, the hall was terrifyingly quiet.

Bibi Dong was speechless.

The elders exchanged glances, their expressions shifting. No one dared make a sound.

"You..."

Bibi Dong had never imagined that Qian Renxue, who had always been obedient and compliant without a word of complaint, could defy her so openly to this extent.

She had never imagined that Qian Renxue would address her by name in public.

She had never imagined that Qian Renxue would put her personal disciple, Hu Liena, the Saintess of Pope Hall, in such an embarrassing position.

The fury within her instantly flared again.

"Qian Renxue! I know carrying out the Infiltration Plan for Spirit Hall hasn't been easy, but none of that excuses your self-indulgence."

"Do you know what I've been shouldering all these years?"

"I, Bibi Dong, have poured out my heart's blood and given everything for Spirit Hall's grand ambition of unification. How did I end up with such an unkind, disloyal, and unfilial daughter?"

In her mind, Qian Renxue felt as though lightning had struck her: Unfilial? I've spent six years undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire, swallowing humiliation and bearing the burden, and she calls me unfilial?

Cheng Ran: Did you hear that? All she does is stand on the moral high ground and condemn you. What use is a mother like that?

Some string deep within Qian Renxue's heart hummed on the verge of snapping.

"I'm unkind, disloyal, and unfilial? Ha ha..."

Cheng Ran (Qian Renxue) laughed.

If Qian Renxue truly were unkind, disloyal, and unfilial, she would not have spent twenty years undercover alone in an unfamiliar imperial palace in the original story, treading as carefully as though on thin ice.

She would not have knelt in Douluo Hall for one hundred and eight full days without eating or drinking, moving the Angel God with her sincerity and becoming her successor before fighting Tang San in a battle between two gods.

Much less would she have taken over Spirit Hall's remaining forces after Bibi Dong died and Spirit Hall was left a dragon without a head, guarding Spirit Hall, growing old alone, and never marrying.

"How ridiculous."

In the original story, Qian Renxue had been desperately starved of love. From childhood, she had yearned for maternal affection but never received it, and her feelings toward her mother had been a tangle of love and hate.

At the same time, she had been lonely. Despite her exalted status, she had always been alone deep down, with no one ever truly caring about her.

Even at death, she had still held out hope for Bibi Dong, gaslighting herself into believing she had not done well enough...

But Cheng Ran did not see it that way.

Qian Renxue, oh, Qian Renxue. In this life, listen to me and forge the path of a powerful heroine in a women's webnovel!

Seeing that the argument between mother and daughter was growing increasingly heated, Chrysanthemum Douluo could not help trying to mediate. "Your Highness, we elders truly didn't know that you were carrying out a secret mission for Spirit Hall, and we overlooked your feelings.

"But whatever the circumstances, you shouldn't speak to Her Holiness like that."

Ghost Douluo chimed in as well. "Your Highness, old Chrysanthemum is right. Apologize to Her Holiness and swear that you won't slack off in your cultivation again, and this matter will be over.

"You're already fifteen, a little adult now. You should know better..."

Even Hu Liena at the side, emboldened by Bibi Dong's doting, sounded like a scheming little fake the moment she opened her mouth despite her young age. "Big sister Renxue, speaking like that hurts Her Holiness's feelings a little. You should kneel and admit your mistake..."

Cheng Ran (Qian Renxue) glanced at her. As expected of the Martial Soul Demon Fox. What a bitch through and through.

Kneel?

Someone who's taken over another bird's nest dares tell Spirit Hall's rightful Young Master to kneel?

Cheng Ran found it rather ironic.

This also indirectly showed just how awkward Qian Renxue's standing in Spirit Hall was. At least for now, she held her position in name only.

But however little favor Qian Renxue enjoyed, a mere outsider like her, a rank thirty-three Soul Elder, had no business picking a fight with her.

Very well. Ghost Douluo, didn't you say I was an adult?

With a thought, Cheng Ran's gaze turned cold and sharp. "The adults are talking. Why is a child like you interrupting? What right do you have to demand that I kneel?"