Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 218 Sendou-ryu's Reflections

Wuhun Temple.

Inside a magnificent room, a sickly body lay paralyzed on a large bed.

He was none other than Qian Xunji.

At this moment, although he had recuperated for several years, his complexion had finally regained some color.

However, his body had already been overloaded and damaged in the battle with the three 100,000-year-old soul beasts.

Therefore, Qian Xunji's fighting ability is not as good as before.

It is even less suitable for them to work day and night for the official duties of the Spirit Hall.

However, what pleased him was that Bibi Dong had ruled the Spirit Hall very well, and her achievements were evident to everyone within the Spirit Hall.

Compared to Qian Xunji, he was even better.

For this reason, Qian Xunji was able to live a semi-retired life.

At this moment, Qian Xunji was leisurely counting down the days in bed.

If this momentum continues, the Spirit Hall will be able to accomplish its great task sooner or later!
Suddenly, the door creaked open.

Distracted from his thoughts, Qian Xunji looked up and saw his wife, Lu Wanxin, standing against the light at the door, her expression unreadable.

But Qianxunji inexplicably sensed that something seemed off about her.

After a moment of silence, Lu Wanxin took two steps forward, and Qian Xunji finally saw her face clearly.

The stunningly beautiful woman who had given birth to his angelic martial spirit had red eyes.

The atmosphere was still a little awkward for a moment, and Qian Xunji spoke up: "Wanxin..."

However, there was no response, not even a soft "hmm".

After a long silence, Lu Wanxin asked in a low, suppressed voice:

Where did Xiaoxue go?

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji didn't know how to respond and simply remained silent.

The fewer people who know about the undercover work, the better.

Seeing Qian Xunji's attitude, Lu Wanxin's voice trembled even more, as if she could no longer suppress it, and she choked out:
"Can't even I, as her mother, know?"

Chihiro remained silent.

"You said it or not."

Lu Wanxin suppressed her sobs, her voice becoming somewhat resolute.

Qian Xunji felt a pang of sympathy for her. He knew that his wife was always very understanding and could always keenly perceive the emotions of others.

Just as she could easily see into Qian Xunji's pitiful heart, find him in the secret room, and spend a wonderful night with him.

Then, Qianxunji sighed softly and finally spoke:
"Xiaoxue... was actually arranged to go to a place to cultivate."

"Practice?"

Lu Wanxin's voice suddenly rose, clearly indicating that she did not believe it.

Then, the tears she had been holding back finally came down her cheeks.

"Where is there a place where she can't even go home? Can't she even send a letter?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji's fingers tightened slightly, but he remained silent.

The room fell silent once again.

Only occasionally did the candlelight emit a soft crackling sound.

Lu Wanxin was breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently, clearly on the verge of emotional collapse.

She was staring intently at her husband, as if trying to find the answer in his expression.

Finally, she spoke again, her voice so low it was almost inaudible: "What's Dad's attitude? Does he... allow it too?"

Qian Xunji's eyes darkened slightly as the scene of reporting to Qian Daoliu flashed through his mind.

To this day, he still remembers his father's words—At that time, under the tall angel statue, Qian Daoliu had his back to him, his long silver hair falling over his shoulders, glowing with a faint halo in the holy light.

His voice was calm and indifferent, but it lacked its usual authority and had become gentler.

“Xunji, over the years, I have been reflecting on myself, and I think there is a problem with the way I have trained you.”

From a young age, you've had a life of plenty, with abundant resources and the ability to easily get whatever you wanted.

"This also means that you cannot comprehend the true meaning of the Angel God, and thus you have not gained the approval of the Angel, and have only begun the five tests of the Angel."

Over the years, I have been meditating before the angel statue, and new ideas have emerged.

"The inheritance of the angels requires tempering and refinement. Only by witnessing deceit, greed, and corruption can one truly believe in the angels, understand the preciousness of the six-winged angels, and yearn for the holy divine power."

"Therefore, I don't object to Xiaoxue going to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire. This will further unleash the potential of her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul."

"But the deadline is twenty years. If we cannot control the Heavenly Dou Empire within twenty years..."

"They must be recalled immediately."

Qian Xunji had given it a lot of thought before reporting to Qian Daoliu.

In fact, everyone could see that in Qian Renxue's eyes, Bibi Dong was her idol!

Moreover, the influence of these idols is no less than that of their parents.

Bibi Dong is not only exceptionally strong, but she also became a Title Douluo at a young age.

Moreover, after taking office, he worked diligently and won the recognition of a group of elders and bishops, as well as the support of many forces, achieving an unprecedented level of political influence!

His papacy even overshadowed his role as his teacher.

Now, Bibi Dong's proposal is also for the sake of the Spirit Hall's great cause, and besides, no one is more suitable for disguise than Qian Renxue.

Chihiro nodded.

"You... don't need to worry about it."

In the end, Qian Xunji only uttered this one sentence, his voice low and weary.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wanxin rushed forward and grabbed Qian Xunji's sleeves tightly with both hands.

"What do you mean 'don't worry about it'?!"

Her voice was almost hoarse, filled with heart-wrenching pain.

Qian Xunji let her shake him, without refuting or explaining.

The flickering candlelight cast long, distorted shadows of the two people onto the wall, like a silent mime.

After a long while, Lu Wanxin seemed to have exhausted her strength. She slowly slid down to the ground, letting her tears soak her clothes.

Qian Xunji closed his eyes, then finally reached out and gently stroked the top of her head.

"She will come back safely."

“I can say for sure.”

……

In the valley, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, and sunlight filtered through the thin mist, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

Every now and then a gentle breeze blows by, carrying the unique fragrance of grass and trees, and occasionally you can hear the babbling of a stream in the distance.

At this time, a full year had passed since Yu Xiaolie last led seven teenagers to this place for seclusion and cultivation.

For the past year, they have stayed away from worldly affairs, training and working together day after day, all to complete the two tests left by Yu Xiaolie.

However, in reality, they are still stuck on the first test...

At this moment, Yu Tianheng and his seven companions stood in a clearing, their eyes fixed on the enormous Holy Dragon of Light before them.

It remained as golden as ever, its scales shimmering in the sunlight, and its eyes still held a hint of mockery, as if to say:
"Little rascals, are you ready?"

Although there were no bruises or scars on Yu Tianheng and the others, their tattered clothes were enough to tell of their past tragic experiences.

(End of this chapter)