The battle between the Martial Soul Hall and the Clear Sky Sect had ended three days ago.
In the southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire.
On the border of the Fasnuo Province, bordering the Star Luo Empire and the Star Dou Great Forest.
A burly, weak-looking man stumbled out of a tavern.
Listening to the discussions around him, his pale face was etched with grief and hatred.
Tears streamed down his face.
He had a scraggly beard, looking like he'd been through a lot.
He carried a bottle of cheap ale in his hand, and stumbled toward the edge of the town.
The spilled liquor dripped down his stubble, landing on the head of the infant cradled in his arms.
It trickled down the child's delicate face, rolling into their eyes and across their lips.
The child blinked their stinging eyes and puckered their mouth at the bitterness. Even with a mature mind.
They couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Waaah!"
Hearing the child's cries, Tang Hao was even more agitated, constantly gulping down more liquor. The drizzle of alcohol continued to pour onto the infant's head.
Tang Hao didn't care. "From now on, you shall be called Tang San. We, father and son... our lives are in fate's hands."
The raspy voice echoed through the wilderness with the breeze.
The figures of father and son brushed past a sign that read 'Holy Soul'.
They blended into the small village outside the city.
Tang Hao knew he had lost, lost everything.
Ah Yin's sacrifice, his father's death, the sect's injuries, and his own severe wounds! He, the young master, had become the sect's disgrace.
All for naught, even the basket was broken! A glimmer of light shone on the tear-stained faces of Tang Hao and his son.
That… was the rising sun.
Martial Soul City.
Qian Renjue sat on the steps in front of the door, reading and absorbing knowledge.
However, in his mind, he was wrestling with the system. He hadn't had time to consider it recently, but where did the placenta go? Qian Renxue sat quietly beside him.
She wore a white dress and held Qian Renjue's arm.
She leaned on his shoulder.
Looking at the books she hadn't opened in a long time, she raised an eyebrow.
Turning her head, she exhaled gently, asking, "Jue, what are you thinking about?"
"Ah? Elder Sister..."
Qian Renjue turned his head in a daze, looking at the bright eyes and white teeth before him. He stammered a response.
"I wasn't thinking about anything."
"Really?"
Qian Renxue looked at the slightly flushed face and the shifty eyes, pursing her lips. She reached out and cupped that smooth, delicate face.
She massaged it gently, and asked softly, "Are you thinking about going to see Mom?"
"Sister, don't lean on me."
Qian Renjue leaned backward, arching his body to avoid lying on the steps.
"It's alright, sister will wash you."
Qian Renxue watched her brother daring to resist her, and increased her strength, pinching his face and pushing him down.
Qian Renjue lay on the steps, rolling his eyes.
"Ha."
A long-absent smile graced Qian Renxue's face as she leaned against Qian Renjue, chuckling softly.
"Elder Sister has been acting a bit strange these past few days."
Qian Renjue pouted, placing a book over Qian Renxue's face to block the sunlight.
"Nonsense."
Qian Renxue murmured gently.
Her hand rested on Qian Renjue's chest, feeling his heartbeat.
She just wanted to spend some time with Qian Renjue before she went on her trip.
A gentle voice came from under the book.
"You haven't answered your sister yet, do you want to see Mom?"
Qian Renxue's mood was complicated.
She was hoping to hear Qian Renjue say he wanted to go.
Qian Renjue looked up at the eaves.
He stammered, "Sister, Grandpa won't let me go."
Qian Renxue took the book down, propping herself up with her hands on Qian Renjue's chest, and looked up.
Softly, she said, "Sister can secretly take you, okay? If we get caught, it's on Sister."
Qian Renjue stared blankly.
After a moment of silence, he shook his head, "No, I'll listen to Grandpa."
Qian Renxue was taken aback for a moment, then relaxed.
She leaned down again, pressing her ear against Qian Renjue's chest, and softly said:
"That's fine then."
Qian Renxue knew Qian Daoliu.
Gentle breezes drifted through the courtyard, making the place very quiet.
Qian Renjue turned his head to look elsewhere.
That was in the direction of Bibi Dong's courtyard.
He believed.
The most appropriate person to make this decision was Qian Daoliu, who had some dealings with Qian Xunji.
Even if he had some guesses, they were just that – guesses.
When Qian Renjue looked towards Bibi Dong, she was already anxiously waiting.
She sat blankly under the pavilion, in Qian Renjue's usual seat.
Her clothes were disheveled, stained with spots of blood.
She hadn't tidied herself up since retreating from the battlefield.
Her hair was disheveled, her face devoid of color, and she had dark circles under her eyes.
Even with injuries, she hadn't sought treatment. She looked somewhat fragile, staring blankly at the courtyard gate.
In a short time, she had grown considerably haggard.
A glimmer of light had appeared in the darkness, only to be extinguished by her own hand.
This made Bibi Dong feel excruciating pain.
She carried a suffocating, chaotic aura of killing intent, ready to snap the last thread at the slightest provocation.
Suddenly.
Under the sunlight before her.
A hint of peace, a feeling that made her uncomfortable, emerged.
"Why didn't you return as ordered?"
Qian Daoliu's voice echoed, his golden silhouette slowly pacing outside the courtyard.
Hearing the voice, Bibi Dong slightly recovered, lifting her eyes to look at the approaching figure.
A self-deprecating and desolate expression was etched on her face.
Her voice was hoarse.
"In that kind of situation, what was the point of this murderer returning?"
Before her words even faded.
Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she gave a miserable laugh, "They don't want to see me anymore."
"..."
Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment.
He looked deeply at Bibi Dong, no longer dwelling on the trivial details.
He spoke directly, "Through the decision of the Elder Hall, you will now be in charge of the Papal Palace."
The tears that had reached her cheeks suddenly stopped.
Bibi Dong was stunned.
She raised her eyes and stared at Qian Daoliu, her originally dead heart stirring back to life.
He watched Bibi Dong, who remained silent.
Qian Daoliu frowned, asking, "What do you think?"
Bibi Dong stopped crying and nodded nervously.
"Yes, yes."
Qian Daoliu frowned, his eyes sharp.
He warned in a low voice: "Before that, I want to warn you, the Martial Soul Hall belongs to the Qian family!"
His words were filled with killing intent.
If Bibi Dong did anything to betray them, he, Qian Daoliu, would definitely not be soft-hearted!
"I understand!"
"I will do my best to make the Martial Soul Hall develop even better! And then hand it over to Xue'er and the others."
Bibi Dong clenched her fists, her words firm.
Without waiting for Qian Daoliu's response, Bibi Dong lowered her eyes, and tears began to fall.
Her trembling voice seemed to carry a hint of pleading.
"But I have one more condition."
"A condition?"
Surprise filled Qian Daoliu's eyes.
Bibi Dong raised her head, her red lips struggling to open and close.
Anxiously, she said, "I want... I want him to be the Saint Son of the Papal Palace!"
Hearing this.
Qian Daoliu was stunned.
Frowning, he looked at Bibi Dong. Thinking about the pros and cons.
This also seemed to be a way to ensure the Martial Soul Hall's ultimate allegiance.
At the same time, it could also provide cover for Qian Renxue's existence.
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu nervously.
She hurriedly assured, "If Jue becomes the Saint Son, I will definitely protect him."
"Alright!"
Bibi Dong hadn't finished speaking.
Qian Daoliu immediately agreed.
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