Xiao Xue, Not All Love Is Good

Qian Daoliu did not look at the intelligence report, at least not in front of Bibi Dong.

He certainly did not believe that woman would avenge his son.

Giving him the intelligence now was merely an attempt to kill with a borrowed knife.

What the report described was probably nothing more than a joke, the product of Spirit Hall's subordinate halls and branch halls chasing the wind and clutching at shadows.

If they really could find him, Titled Douluo would not be called legends.

But...

Even with Spirit Hall searching like this, they still could not find the slightest trace.

"A junior hiding from place to place."

Qian Daoliu did not even raise an eyebrow. His words carried none of the overbearing might he had shown as the Peerless Douluo who, with one man and one sword, had once suppressed two empires and forced them to bow their heads and bend their backs.

The papal seat had fallen into another's hands, Qian Renxue had shown the potential to become a god, and he had lost his son in middle age. With all these things weighing on him, a trace of weariness had entered the Angel Douluo's gaze as he looked at Bibi Dong.

But in Bibi Dong's eyes, there was nothing at all about Qian Daoliu's weariness that deserved sympathy.

He had brought it all on himself.

After becoming a Titled Douluo, Bibi Dong had discovered that she could sense many things happening in the surrounding area. After using Martial Soul Possession, the range of her perception increased several times over.

So how could Qian Daoliu, who was far stronger than her, not have known about the filthy thing Qian Xunji had intended to do?

If only, if only Qian Daoliu had appeared then, her innocence, her love...

Bibi Dong's eyes began to turn purple.

But in the next moment, she could feel the overwhelming suppression of her attributes flowing down from Qian Daoliu.

At least until she possessed Soul Power on the same level as Qian Daoliu, she, Bibi Dong, would have to restrain herself.

At that moment, for some reason, Bibi Dong felt a little relieved that she still had Qian Renxue as a card to play.

But when she thought of her own daughter, a trace of complicated emotion also flashed through her pupils, where purple and scarlet mingled.

She wanted nothing more than to kill that little thing, yet she had gained protection because of that same little thing.

Grinding her teeth, Bibi Dong lost any desire to continue talking to Qian Daoliu.

She turned, pushed open the door, and walked straight out of Qian Daoliu's study, leaving him alone.

"Whether you go or not is up to you."

Bibi Dong's voice carried a touch of coldness.

Though she ground her teeth, she still could not bring herself to break with Qian Daoliu completely.

But once Bibi Dong had actually left, a trace of helplessness and gloom appeared on Qian Daoliu's face.

He sat upright in his chair and picked up the letter.

Paying no attention to any poison it might contain, he broke the wax seal. As he skimmed through it ten lines at a glance, Qian Daoliu took a deep breath.

"Tang Hao, hahaha..."

As he laughed, only a trace of sorrow remained in the Angel Douluo's eyes.

His Soul Power surged, and the letter in his hand—the intelligence Bibi Dong had spoken of—was utterly destroyed.

A moment later...

Qian Renxue knocked at the door.

Out of breath, she wore a faint smile on her little face. "Grandpa, did Mo... did that woman come to see me?"

Qian Renxue's eyes darted about.

She kept trying to find the woman who usually liked to wear the pope's robes, a purple-and-gold gown of fine mithril gauze, in her grandfather's study.

Unfortunately, she could not find her.

There was only Qian Daoliu, kneeling before the statue of the Angel God he had carved with his own hands, bathed in the faint light filtering through the transparent crystal set high in the opening above.

"Grandpa?" Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather and voiced her question in confusion.

"Xue'er, come here." Only then did Qian Daoliu realize that Qian Renxue had returned.

The sorrow on his face turned to joy the moment he turned around.

Qian Daoliu softened his voice and beckoned to his granddaughter.

"Xiao Xue'er, in a few days, you'll be going to hunt for a Soul Ring and then head to the Heaven Dou Empire. When that time comes, you'll have to pray to the Angel God on your own."

"Come, Grandpa will take you through it once more."

At that moment, having confirmed that the woman was not there, Qian Renxue put away the disappointment on her face. She walked step by step to Qian Daoliu's side and knelt before the statue of the Angel God in the same posture.

"God, save the world..."

One large and one small, one old and one young, their aged and youthful voices rang out in the room that served as both a study and a prayer room.

At the same time, light spread over Qian Renxue.

It streamed out from Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu was using his own cultivation to lay a foundation for his granddaughter, while also helping her repair any small flaws that might have appeared in her previous Soul Power cultivation.

Once his granddaughter went to Heaven Dou, her cultivation speed might be hindered.

At that thought, Qian Daoliu had to acknowledge how well that woman had schemed!

She had sacrificed his granddaughter's best years for cultivation, merely to seize that so-called kingdom, which lacked only a pretext to fall apart.

Yet if Xiao Xue'er ascended to the divine seat of the Angel God, gaining dominion over the entire world would be as easy as reaching into a bag and taking something out.

Xiao Xue'er did not understand at all that what mattered more behind so-called authority was that thing called strength.

There was love that could not be obtained no matter how much one sought it.

But much love could be obtained simply by holding fast to the strength in one's hands.

Unfortunately, now...

Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter, whose cultivation time was destined to be greatly reduced by the many affairs of the mortal world, and rubbed his brow.

This was also why, after consulting with the other worshippers, Qian Daoliu had chosen to give Qian Renxue the Worship Hall's resources for cultivation.

Without sufficient time to cultivate, using resources to maintain her cultivation speed was inevitable.

Yet even so, Qian Daoliu felt that his granddaughter's cultivation speed would continue to slow.

Those lice among the nobility...

Having personally brought two kingdoms to their knees with his might, he naturally knew about the sordid messes those nobles got up to.

When the time came, if the girl grew tired of the trouble, she might come back.

A while later, after Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue finished praying, Qian Daoliu, having regained his composure, looked at her.

"In another ten days or so, your Grandpa Golden Crocodile should be back. When he returns, he'll still test how smoothly you circulate your Soul Power. If you don't meet his requirements, don't blame him if he takes you somewhere else to cultivate instead of letting you carry out that Nation-Stealing Plan."

Sensing that the speed of Qian Renxue's Soul Power circulation had not improved through cultivation at all over the past dozen days, the Angel Douluo looked somewhat helpless.

In the end, it was that damned plan that had harmed his granddaughter.

He knew what could move his granddaughter's heart, and with just a few words, he easily struck a chord.

"So when is Grandpa Golden Crocodile coming back?" Qian Renxue had not seen Golden Crocodile Douluo for quite some time either, and a look of longing appeared on her face.