Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 127 She's a stranger, there's no affection between us, I hate her the most.
In a villa, in Qian Renxue's room.

"Hmph." Qian Renxue sat down on the sofa, her delicate face full of resentment. She punched the pillow in her arms hard with her small fists. The pillow was instantly dented by her punches and then quickly bounced back to its original shape, and so on.

"hateful."

Qian Renxue threw away the cushion, took off her shoes, and lay down on the sofa, her chest heaving violently due to the fluctuations in her emotions.

Ling Qianyao sat down beside her, gently massaging her temples with his fingers. A surge of star power flowed slowly along Qian Renxue's meridians, calming the turbulent energy within her body.

"Meditation."

"Oh"

Qian Renxue obediently responded, but the lingering resentment in her heart could not be dispelled for a long time.

Zhu Zhuqing handed her a cup of calming tea. "During your visit to the Papal Palace today, it seemed like you didn't get along very well with His Holiness the Pope. But why did you call her 'sister'?"

Qian Renxue took the tea from Zhu Zhuqing, took a sip, and after a moment of silence, said in a low voice, "Cousin, not close, no feelings, I hate her the most."

Zhu Zhuqing raised an eyebrow slightly and gave Ling Qianyao a look. The latter nodded and left for a while.

Zhu Qing sat down next to Qian Renxue. "Although I don't know what His Holiness the Pope did to you, I can sense that she is definitely not someone you dislike or have no feelings for."

You said you hated her, but when you mentioned her, the emotions in your eyes were incredibly complex.

"That was..." Qian Renxue tried to argue, but Zhu Zhuqing took the crumpled pillow that she had just thrown away and placed it in front of her.

Qian Renxue blushed.

Zhu Zhuqing smiled and smoothed out the wrinkles, then tucked the pillow back into Qian Renxue's arms. "This pillow was kneaded and pounded by you, but it can still be soft again if you gently smooth it out. The human heart is the same; even the deepest resentment has a soft corner."

Qian Renxue touched the cushion and turned her head away. "You don't understand. She never fulfilled her responsibilities as an older sister."

Zhu Zhuqing held Qian Renxue's hand and said softly, "I also have an older sister. We used to hate each other. During that time, I thought there would only be resentment between my sister and me, but later I realized that her feelings for me never faded."

She just hid it well.

Her name is Zhu Zhuyun.

After listening to Zhu Zhuqing's description of Qian Renxue, she froze, her eyes flashing. "No, she's different. Every expectation I had was met with disappointment, every time I got close I was ruthlessly pushed away. She never gave me warmth, only indifference."

Zhu Zhuqing was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Maybe, but I believe her feelings won't disappear. If she doesn't want to be with you, having lost her anchor, she'll probably channel her emotions elsewhere."

Hu Liena? Qian Renxue's expression shifted. So, she actually possessed maternal love, but simply didn't want to express it to herself? Why? She was her daughter, and she had no reason to...
Besides, she hated her father
"If you're feeling down, it's best not to think about these things," Zhu Zhuqing said softly. "At least, Qianyao and I are here with you."

“Thank you, Zhuqing.” Qian Renxue lowered her eyes slightly, murmuring to herself, “But some things can’t be let go of so easily. I need her explanation and apology.”

Ling Qianyao walked over at this moment and handed the teacup next to Qian Renxue to Zhu Zhuqing.

The latter took the teacup, gently patted Qian Renxue's shoulder, gave her a reassuring look, and then turned to leave, leaving Qian Renxue and Ling Qianyao some space to talk alone. "Feeling better?" Ling Qianyao's gaze was gentle. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Qian Renxue.

"Not bad." Qian Renxue chuckled, placing her jade-like legs on Ling Qianyao's lap with a touch of languor and casualness.

Ling Qianyao smiled faintly, picked up her jade-like feet, and slowly began to massage them with incredibly skillful technique.

"Well"

"It itches." Qian Renxue pouted unhappily, her crystal toes gently curling up on Ling Qianyao's abdomen as she poked him, saying coquettishly, "Are you deliberately being naughty? You better watch out tonight, this is my home."

I know every single place like the back of my hand. Just wait and see how I deal with you.

Ling Qianyao chuckled and grabbed her mischievous toes. A tingling sensation spread from her fingertips, and a strange sense of shame and excitement quietly rose in Qian Renxue's heart.

She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her incredibly charming voice echoing clearly in the quiet space, instantly creating an enchanting atmosphere.

Qian Renxue's cheeks burned. She wanted to struggle but was held captive by Ling Qianyao. She turned her head slightly, pursed her lips, and began to endure the torment.

“His Holiness the Pope has some issues with his soul; his mental strength seems somewhat unstable,” Ling Qianyao suddenly said.

Qian Renxue froze, her previous romantic thoughts vanishing instantly. She abruptly turned to look at Ling Qianyao, her eyes filled with shock and confusion: "What did you say? Her...her soul and spiritual power?"

Ling Qianyao nodded. "You are also aware of the effects of the Illusion-Breaking Eye. I can see through the soul, and in my eyes, her current condition is not good."

A strange evil thought eroded her soul. Her originally pure and white soul was now soaked in blood energy, like a white flower being stained by ink little by little.

Her soul was no longer pure, and her spiritual power was as restless as boiling oil, threatening to unleash a raging storm at any moment.

"How is this possible?" Qian Renxue's eyes widened. "She is a level 98 Super Douluo. What power in this world could corrupt her to such an extent?"
Even a reclusive, peerless Douluo couldn't have accomplished this without her noticing.

Suddenly, a glint flashed in her eyes. Was it because of this? Was her soul and spiritual power being eroded, which was why she was acting abnormally?
Qian Renxue stood up and looked intently at Ling Qianyao. "Qianyao, you have a way, right? She must have gone crazy today. Your martial soul has the power of purification, which is why you were able to help her dispel that evil thought that was eroding her soul and restore her stability for a moment."

Can this be completely resolved?

Ling Qianyao's expression was strange. "Judging from your expression, it's as if you're going to hand yourself over to her. Your idea is dangerous!"

"I don't know." Ling Qianyao shook his head and took out a celestial herb from his storage soul tool. "However, it might be able to help her, but the effect might not be that powerful."

This item is called Jade Marrow Pure Heart Lotus. It is another immortal herb that grows in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire. Its original age was not very high, but after being nurtured by the power of stars, it should be over several thousand years old now.

It has a calming and nourishing effect; taking it can repair parts of the soul.

Qian Renxue grabbed the Jade Marrow Pure Heart Lotus, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)