Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

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"Am I... a pretty jerk?"

After a long silence, Xuanming asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with self-mockery.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Bibi Dong's jealousy, which had been aroused by the fluctuations of divine power, miraculously dissipated.

She reached out and cupped Xuanming's face in her hands, making him look directly into her eyes.

“You really are a bastard,” Bibi Dong said bluntly. “Greedy, domineering, and you like to play dumb.”

Xuanming gave a bitter smile.

“But…” Bibi Dong’s tone softened, her fingers gently stroking his cheek, “If we don’t want it, do you think you can keep us here with just that power?”

"Xuanming, you underestimate us, and you underestimate yourself too much."

"The reason we are willing to stay and endure this injustice is not because you are the God-King, nor because you have given us great power. It is simply because... you are Xuanming."

"Xuanming, who sheltered us from the wind and rain in dire straits, who was willing to bear the weight of the world to protect us."

At this point, Bibi Dong sighed and gently pecked him on the lips.

"As for guilt... well, let it stay. It's good to have some guilt; at least it will make you treat us better in the future, so you don't really turn into that kind of heartless stone statue."

Xuanming was startled. Looking into Bibi Dong's tolerant eyes, he felt the heavy weight in his chest loosen considerably.

"Thank you."

Bibi Dong let him hold her, and after a while, she gently pushed him away.

"Alright, stop getting sentimental."

She tidied her slightly disheveled hair, regaining some of her queenly competence. "Since you feel indebted, then go and pay your debt. Hiding like this isn't a solution."

"Just now... the divine power fluctuation was so great, the angel god next door must have noticed it long ago."

Bibi Dong pointed with a half-smile towards the direction of the Angel Temple outside the window, "If I'm not mistaken, she's probably smashing things up in the temple right now. After all, someone came back and immediately crawled into my bed without even saying hello, and lent her divine power to someone else..."

Xuanming's body stiffened for a moment.

"Ahem..." He touched his nose somewhat guiltily, "Um... I was on official business. Things on Douluo Star need some kind of power to maintain order. My power is too special; ordinary gods simply can't withstand it. Your power is too dangerous; their..."

“Go explain this to her and see if she believes it,” Bibi Dong said gloatingly. “And Nana, and Gu Yuena… you decide what to do.”

Xuanming sighed and got up from the bed.

"That's true, whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll get stabbed anyway."

"Then I'll go."

"Go ahead," Bibi Dong waved her hand, as if shooing away a fly, "Just don't die next door."

As Xuanming reached the door, his hand was already on the doorknob, but he suddenly stopped.

He turned around and looked at Bibi Dong, his eyes filled with hesitation and inquiry.

"Dong'er."

"Hmm?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.

"You and Xue'er..." Xuanming hesitated for a moment, "...can you really let go of the past? Those old grudges, especially those about that person, and Qian Daoliu..."

This has always been a thorn in the side between the mother and daughter. Even now that they have both become gods, and even though things seem calm on the surface, Xuanming still feels uncertain. He doesn't want his surroundings to become a battlefield where palace intrigue unfolds every day.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong was not angry. Instead, she looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "What do you think?"

Xuanming gave a wry smile and shook his head: "I don't know. Just as you said, I haven't even sorted out my own mess, let alone try to figure out what you two women are thinking."

"Do not worry."

Bibi Dong sighed, her eyes becoming distant. "Regarding Qian Xunji, I confronted her a long time ago. The truth of what happened back then, the rights and wrongs, have all vanished with the past. She is a proud and intelligent person. Now that she knows the truth, she doesn't want to mention those disgusting memories again."

"As for Qian Daoliu..."

When this name was mentioned, Bibi Dong paused slightly, "Back then, he sacrificed himself so that Xue'er could become a god, which has always been a pain in Xue'er's heart. Fortunately, the kind-hearted Goddess of Life intervened at the last moment and intercepted Qian Daoliu's soul."

"Not long ago, the Goddess of Life returned that wisp of soul to Xue'er. And Xue'er has personally sent her grandfather to a new world to be reincarnated. Although he is no longer a relative, at least she knows that he is still alive somewhere, which is the best comfort for Xue'er."

Bibi Dong looked at Xuan Ming and said seriously, "For her now, the shackles of the past have been broken. Neither the glory of the family nor the grudges between me remain."

"In this world, the only thing she cares about right now is you."

"As long as you still care about her, as long as you want her to stay by your side, she will never leave. Even if... she wants to bite you right now."

Upon hearing this, Xuanming's last lingering concern finally dissipated.

He looked at Bibi Dong intently for a moment, then nodded: "I understand."

Without another word, Xuanming pushed open the door and stepped out. In a flash, he arrived at the magnificent and sacred Angel God's Mansion next door, which emitted a faint golden light.

However, as soon as he pushed open the door, Xuanming's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

The main hall of the Angel Temple, which should have been solemn, dignified and spotless, now looked as if it had been burgled.

The precious divine vase was shattered on the ground, golden curtains were torn down and thrown around, tables and chairs were overturned, and there were even several deep sword marks on the ground, clearly indicating that someone had vented their anger with a divine weapon. "Tsk..."

Xuanming looked at the mess in the room and clicked his tongue in surprise.

It seems Bibi Dong was right; that angel lady really threw a tantrum this time.

He carefully walked around the debris on the ground, preparing to call out.

Sudden--

A chilling sensation suddenly swept over me from behind!
There was no fluctuation of divine power, only extreme speed and killing intent.

Xuanming did not move; he simply stood still.

The next second, a longsword radiating a fiery, holy aura was already coldly pressed against his neck.

The sharp blade pressed against his skin, and he could even feel the chill and fury emanating from it.

"Oh, isn't this our God-King?"

Qian Renxue's voice sounded eerily from behind, carrying a chillingly sarcastic tone, "A whole day and a night...that's quite long, isn't it? You were willing to crawl out of that woman's gentle embrace so quickly?"

Xuanming did not respond.

"Why don't you speak?"

Qian Renxue applied slight pressure with the Angelic Holy Sword in her hand, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his neck. "At the beginning, the commotion was so loud that the entire God Realm heard it. What? Are you afraid I won't know what you're doing next door? Or are you doing this on purpose for me to see?"

Her voice trembled with barely concealed grievance.

She was very angry, extremely angry.

Even though she was mentally prepared, even though she knew Bibi Dong's position in Xuan Ming's heart, and even though she had accepted the fact that she would have to share him with other women.

However, when the moment actually arrived, when she heard the noise from next door and felt her divine power being "arbitrarily" borrowed, she found that she was completely unable to remain rational.

The bitterness of being ignored and relegated to the back was almost corroding her heart.

Xuanming offered no explanation, nor did he use his divine power to deflect the longsword.

He simply raised his hands slowly in a gesture of surrender, and then slowly, little by little, turned around.

Qian Renxue watched his movements, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly, but she never actually stabbed him.

When Xuanming turned around completely to face her, she saw a pair of eyes filled with guilt and helplessness, yet also incredibly deep and gentle.

Xuanming reached out, ignoring the sharp blade pressed against his neck, and gently grasped the edge of the Angelic Holy Sword.

Without divine protection, blood flowed from between his fingers, dripping onto the pristine white temple floor—a horrifying sight.

“You…” Qian Renxue’s pupils suddenly contracted, and she subconsciously tried to pull back her sword, but Xuan Ming held it tightly.

"Let go!" she cried out.

Xuanming simply looked at her gently, then with a slight force, slowly removed the holy sword, which symbolized judgment and sentencing, from her hand and casually tossed it into the ruins nearby.

"Bang."

The longsword fell to the ground.

The next moment, Xuanming stepped forward, opened his arms, and tightly embraced the still slightly trembling golden figure.

"sorry."

Qian Renxue's body stiffened instantly.

That resentment that had been bottled up inside him for a day and a night was like a stone stuck in his throat—he couldn't spit it out, yet he couldn't swallow it down either.

She wanted to push him away, to yell at him, to stab him with a sword.

However, when she felt that familiar embrace and smelled that scent that haunted her dreams, all her strength seemed to be drained away in that instant.

Tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably.

"asshole……"

Qian Renxue buried her head in Xuanming's shoulder, opened her mouth, and bit him hard on the shoulder.

Although force was used, divine power was not employed.

Like an angry kitten, asserting its dominance and expressing its discontent.

"You're a bastard! A complete bastard!"

While she was scolding him, she also wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, as if afraid he would run away again.

She admitted it to herself in despair.

Whether in the past, present, or future.

She's completely ruined her life because of this bastard. (End of Chapter)