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The crushing weight of guilt and agony intertwined, waves of identical pain crashing against her soul. Both stemmed from the heartache of seeing Ye Lan injured, yet the source of their remorse differed.
Qian Renxue felt the sting of guilt for being the one to hurt him. But beneath her own emotions, she sensed a foreign, staggering remorse bleeding through—it was Bibi Dong's guilt toward her.
Stunned, she looked back and forth between Bibi Dong and Ye Lan, her voice a trembling murmur. "Bibi Dong... I thought you hated me more than anyone!! Why would you feel guilty toward me?!"
Ye Lan had activated "Spiritual Sharing," linking Bibi Dong's emotions directly to Qian Renxue. This was the only reason she could feel the depths of her mother's heart.
"Xiao Xue, it is because Teacher loves you," Ye Lan said, looking deep into her eyes.
Qian Renxue shook her head violently. "Impossible!! Impossible!! If she loved me, why did she treat me like that when I was a child?!"
"Xiao Xue... Mother is so sorry!!" Bibi Dong wailed, her voice breaking into a sob.
"Mother? No... you don't love me at all!" Qian Renxue denied it once more, her heart guarded by years of ice.
Ye Lan exchanged a look with Bibi Dong. Receiving a subtle nod of affirmation from his teacher, he spoke again.
"Xiao Xue, the pain Teacher has endured is no less than yours. To her, your birth was born of a tragedy. If she didn't love you, you would have likely died the moment you were born."
Qian Renxue stared at them in bewilderment, unable to grasp his meaning. What pain could Bibi Dong have suffered that justified such coldness?
"Xiao Xue, the person who killed your father back then wasn't Tang Hao," Ye Lan revealed. "It was your mother, Bibi Dong."
Before Qian Renxue could spiral into confusion, Ye Lan used the "Spiritual Sharing Domain" to project Bibi Dong's memories directly into her mind.
The truth flickered to life: The confrontation between Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji over the man she loved, the betrayal, the drugging, and her subsequent imprisonment in a dark, cold dungeon. She had been kept there, hidden from the world, for nine agonizing months until she gave birth to Qian Renxue.
The specific horrors were glossed over, but the emotions were raw and unfiltered. Qian Renxue felt it all—the helplessness, the despair, the burning hatred. In that darkness, the only thing that had given Bibi Dong the will to keep breathing was the life growing inside her.
But once she was born, Qian Xunji deliberately tore them apart.
Bibi Dong had looked at her daughter and seen both the love of a mother and the blood of her rapist. She was caught in a cycle of love and loathing. Deprived of the chance to bond during infancy and later corrupted by the malevolent thoughts of the Rakshasa God's trials, her killing intent grew. Yet, every time she moved to strike, her lingering sanity would recall those nine months in the dungeon, where the unborn Qian Renxue was her only companion.
Trapped by the "Rakshasa Evil Thoughts," Bibi Dong feared she would eventually lose control and kill her own child. Her only solution was to distance herself—to push Qian Xue away to keep her alive.
Then, the memories shifted to Ye Lan.
Bibi Dong's original pillar of support had been Yu Xiaogang. But as Ye Lan grew and published his "New Martial Soul Core Theory," she discovered Yu Xiaogang's plagiarism. She realized she had been deceived for years. When Yu Xiaogang tried to use her once more to steal from the Spirit Hall library, her heart shattered.
It was Ye Lan who saved her. Because of him, she saw Yu Xiaogang for what he truly was and reclaimed her identity. Because of him, she reconciled with her daughter. Because of him, the Rakshasa's malice was finally purged.
She had always assumed her feelings for Ye Lan were a byproduct of the Rakshasa's corruption. But when the evil thoughts vanished, she realized the truth: she hadn't been manipulated into loving him. She had simply fallen for him on her own. Yet, out of respect for her relationship with Qian Renxue, she had buried those feelings in the deepest recesses of her heart.
As the flood of memories subsided, tears streamed down Qian Renxue's face. she threw herself toward Bibi Dong, pulling her into a fierce embrace.
"Mother!!!" she cried out, the word finally carrying the weight of a lifetime of longing.
"Xiao Xue!! Mother is here!" Bibi Dong wept with joy, returning the embrace.
Qian Renxue clung to her, greedily soaking in the maternal warmth she had craved since childhood. Bibi Dong gently patted her daughter's back, her voice thick with remorse. "It's my fault. I failed you as a mother. I was so irresponsible."
"Mother..." Qian Renxue couldn't find the words. She understood now.
She had spent her life blaming the wrong person. She couldn't imagine the agony Bibi Dong went through to bring her into the world. Her very existence was a reminder of her mother's trauma, yet even under the influence of a dark god, the most her mother had done was act cold and stay away.
To endure that much pain and still let her live... that was a love as vast as the heavens. Her mother hadn't stolen her world; she had endured hell to give her a world to live in.
Ye Lan stepped forward, wrapping one arm around Qian Renxue and the other around Bibi Dong. The three of them stood there, locked in a tight, silent embrace.
Douluo Planet, Sea God Island, Sea God Temple.
A middle-aged, burly man wearing glasses paced back and forth in front of the temple, his steps betraying a deep-seated anxiety. He glanced at the slender Yu Xiaogang and a grim-faced Liu Erlong, letting out a heavy sigh.
Not long ago, when Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue attained godhood, the phenomena in the nine-colored sky had been etched into the souls of everyone on the planet. Even on this remote island, the residents had felt the shift. If Tang San hadn't already become the Sea God, the faith of the islanders might have collapsed then and there.
Flender looked up at the blood-red streaks in the sky above the temple. "Xiaogang, once Little San becomes a dual-god, can he really defeat the two gods of the Douluo Empire?"
Yu Xiaogang waved him off dismissively. "Flender, don't go shaking the morale of the troops!!"
"The Rakshasa God and the Angel God fought a death match; we don't even know if they're still alive. Even if the Empire has two gods, so what?"
"I've already asked Little San. He is inheriting the position of a God King. That's not something a bitch like Bibi Dong or a brat like Qian Renxue—who achieved godhood on this tiny planet—can compare to."
"Once Little San becomes a God King, he'll be infinitely stronger than them!! I actually expected them to march on Sea God Island the moment they ascended. Since they haven't, it's clear they don't even see Little San as a threat. That's for the best!!"
"Once Little San secures his dual-god status, he will surely reign over the entire Douluo Empire!" Yu Xiaogang laughed loudly.
Hearing this, Flender and the uneasy Liu Erlong finally began to settle.
Yu Xiaogang spared a glance for the nearby Seahorse Douluo, his chin tilted high. "Seahorse, how are the preparations for my disciple's banquet coming along?"
"Once Little San attains his dual-god rank, this island must hold the grandest celebration in its history!!!"
The Seahorse Douluo's mouth twitched. He was fuming inwardly but didn't dare speak out. This flamboyant, effeminate man was, after all, the Sea God's teacher. He had to endure the arrogance.
"The celebrations for Lord Sea God are ready. We are merely waiting for him to emerge from his meditation," the Seahorse Douluo said through gritted teeth.
Just then, a massive, blood-red shadow streaked across the sky above the Sea God Temple. Its aura was more oppressive than the ascension of the Angel or Rakshasa gods—far more terrifying than when Tang San first became the Sea God.
The Seven Sacred Pillars felt a wave of relief seeing Tang San's divine manifestation. At last, they had a counter to the Empire's power.
Amidst the cheers of the guardians, a piercing, shrill laugh rang out.
"Hahahaha! I, Yu Xiaogang, have raised a dual-god!!!"
"I, Yu Xiaogang, have single-handedly cultivated the Asura God King and the Sea God!!!"
"I am no longer that Grandmaster everyone mocked! I am the teacher of two gods!!! Yu Xiaogang!!!!"
The Seven Sacred Pillars watched the ecstatic Yu Xiaogang with silent disdain, thinking to themselves: No, Yu Xiaogang, you are still the biggest laughingstock of the Douluo Continent. We are ashamed that Lord Sea God has a teacher like you.
Inside the temple, Tang San was shaken by the terrifying surge of power within him as his two God King-level positions stabilized. The base power of a God King was tens of thousands of times greater than a second-class god like the Sea God. With dual positions, he was beyond the reach of any ordinary God King.
The endless agony he had endured during the nine trials of the Sea God finally felt worth it.
At that moment, he sensed two powerful fluctuations within the Divine Realm—the familiar scents of the Rakshasa and the Angel.
Tang San spat a curse under his breath. "Ye Lan, you disgusting, coat-tail-riding piece of trash!!"
He clenched his fists, forcing his killing intent down. He was now the Asura God and the Sea God. His power had reached its peak. To ensure Ye Lan didn't have some hidden trump card to ruin him, he sent the coordinates of Douluo Planet directly to Poseidon.
Now, he just had to wait for Poseidon and the Asura God King to arrive. With their combined strength, Ye Lan, Rakshasa, and the Angel would be nothing more than ants before a carriage.
"Grandmother, Father, Sect... I will avenge you all very soon!" A murderous glint flashed in Tang San's blood-red eyes.
As he was mourning his grandmother, Bo Saixi, the shrill voice from outside reached his ears. It was his teacher, Yu Xiaogang.
Suppressing his irritation, Tang San vanished and reappeared outside the temple.
The moment he appeared, the residents of the island, the temple priests, and the Seven Sacred Pillars fell to their knees.
"Lord Sea God!!!"
"May the Sea God live forever!!!!"
Flender and Liu Erlong hesitated, unsure if they—as his former elders—were expected to kneel.
As they wavered, Yu Xiaogang strode forward boldly. "Little San!! You are your teacher's pride!!!"
Tang San spared him a cold glance. "Please address me as God King."
Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrunk. He gritted his teeth and corrected himself. "God King Little San, you are my pride!!!"
Yu Xiaogang knew his only chance to survive the shifting power dynamics of the continent was to solidify his status as Tang San's mentor. If he lost his dignity here, he would be a joke forever. Even if Tang San wanted to kill him, he couldn't show weakness.
Noticing the countless eyes of the islanders watching him, Tang San's cold mask melted into a smile. "Teacher, I'm just joking with you!"
"Hahahaha!!!" Yu Xiaogang and Tang San laughed together.
Seeing their god uphold the values of filial piety and respect, the islanders felt a surge of hope. They believed that under the leadership of a man who honored his teacher, the future would be bright.
"Little San, where are Xiao Ao and Fatty?" Flender stepped forward, his voice urgent.
A flicker of anger crossed Tang San's eyes. "I don't know. They might have been caught in the shockwaves of my ascension."
Flender's face went pale. Had his two closest disciples died so insignificantly? Like weeds blown away by a gust of wind?
Sensing the tension, Yu Xiaogang quickly pushed past Flender and took Tang San by the arm.
"Come, come!! Your teacher has prepared the most magnificent celebration in history! Just to celebrate your rise as the Asura and Sea God!"
Tang San nodded. He could indeed afford to enjoy the perks of godhood before Poseidon and Asura arrived. Feeling the reverent gazes of the crowd, he imagined this life continuing for tens of thousands of years, and his heart swelled with joy.
The festival lasted for seven days and nights. Bonfires towered hundreds of meters high, and beautiful women danced before him. The elders he once respected—the Sacred Pillars, Flender, Liu Erlong—now watched his every expression, constantly offering toasts.
After indulging himself, Tang San finally remembered his father, who was still barely hanging on.
Just as he was about to leave to bring Tang Hao to the island, Yu Xiaogang noticed his waning interest and pulled him into a small, private tent.
The scene inside reminded Tang San of the early days when Yu Xiaogang used to look after him. There were roasted chicken legs and a bubbling pot of delicious-looking food. Yu Xiaogang had clearly put thought into this, wanting Tang San to remember his "kindness."
"Little San, I know you love the chicken legs I roast and the food I cook," Yu Xiaogang said, sitting him down. "You must be tired of all that heavy banquet food these past few days, right? Eat, eat!!"
Tang San sat at the table, grabbing a chicken leg in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and began to eat.
A smile spread across Yu Xiaogang's face. He sat down next to his disciple, eating as he spoke. "Little San, do you know why I ended up in... this state? Neither man nor woman?"
"I don't."
"Sigh. Back then, to help you successfully train your second martial soul, I took a huge risk and went to Spirit Hall. I wanted to ask Empress Bibi Dong the secret. I never expected that bitch would set a trap for me, leading to... my permanent injury."
Tang San didn't look at him, focusing instead on a piece of mutton in the pot. "I see."
Yu Xiaogang leaned in closer. "I've heard that upon becoming a god, one can reshape their physical body. Little San... do you think your teacher has what it takes to become a god?"
"I suppose so," Tang San replied flatly.
(End of Chapter)