Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 125 Qian Renxue's Inner Demons
(Is it the yandere version or the inner demon version of Qian Renxue?)
Outside the main hall, a quiet corridor.

Qian Renxue hadn't gone far. She leaned against the cold, opulent pillars, her long, golden hair shimmering in the shadows.

That flawless, beautiful face now held none of the softness it showed in front of its elders; only cold stubbornness and a twisted excitement remained.

Deep within his pale golden eyes, a black flame seemed to burn, leaping with a madness called 'possessiveness'.

Her slender fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. In the depths of her pale golden eyes, the sacred light was no longer present, but rather a thick, almost morbid undercurrent churning within, while a chilling, maddening smile curved her lips.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice barely audible, yet filled with a morbid soliloquy:

"Grandpa...you all don't understand...you have no idea how special he is..."

"Wang Qiu'er? Huang Jinlong? Ha... just a stupid woman who only knows how to use brute force!"

"Wang Dong'er? The Goddess of Light Butterfly? She's just an innocent and naive little girl! What right do they have to monopolize him? What right do they have to stand beside him and enjoy his gaze?!"

"Only I... the successor of the Angel God! The future deity! Only I, Qian Renxue, am worthy of him! Only I am qualified to share with him that supreme power and glory!"

"My talent, my identity, my wisdom, everything about me! I am destined to be his! He is destined to be mine!"

"A marriage alliance? That's just the beginning... I want more than just an alliance; I want him! He must belong to me completely! His power, his gaze, his heart... everything about him must be mine!"

"Grandpa wants to know about him? Fine... then let Grandpa Golden Crocodile go and see... go and see just how dazzling that man who haunts my dreams really is! How... desirable to have!"

"Once he sees it...once he understands how right my choice was...Grandpa will agree...everyone will agree! He can only be mine! Anyone who dares to stand in my way...I'll kill them all!"

Her voice grew softer and softer, until it almost turned into a possessive, neurotic, and pleasurable chuckle.

The laughter echoed in the empty corridor, sounding particularly cold and obsessive.

She slowly raised her hand, as if trying to grasp a shadow that didn't exist in the air, her pale golden pupils reflecting a kind of crazy determination.

Enshrined in the temple.

Qian Daoliu remained kneeling on one knee before the statue, his back view appearing somewhat somber.

He slowly stood up, his silver hair seemingly losing some of its luster under the divine light. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the worry in his eyes was replaced by a profound determination.

He turned around, his voice not loud, yet carrying an undeniable penetrating power that clearly reached outside the hall:
"Golden Crocodile".

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the palace door slid open silently, and the imposing figure of the Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, appeared at the doorway.

The kindness on his face had vanished, replaced by his usual sternness and composure. He strode in and bowed respectfully: "Brother, what are your orders?"

Qian Daoliu walked up to him, his deep eyes looking directly at his brother who had followed him for many years. He slowly spoke, his voice low: "You heard what Xue'er said just now."

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded solemnly: "Yes, Big Brother. Xiao Xue... seems to have feelings for that Ling Han..."

He carefully chose his words, his brow furrowed, "...deeply in love, even...a little too obsessive." "Exactly." Qian Daoliu's voice carried a hint of weariness, but more so an unquestionable command.

"Xue'er is the future of our Spirit Hall, and her choice is of great importance. I cannot rely solely on her word, nor can I allow her to be blinded by momentary impulses."

He paused, his eyes sharpening: "Golden Crocodile, I need you to go to the Beast God Pavilion."

A glint flashed in Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes: "Big Brother means...?"

“Go test their mettle.” Qian Daoliu’s voice turned cold. “Xue’er said they have seven Title Douluos and four Super Douluos.”

"Is it true or false? What is their strength? I need you to verify it with your own eyes."

"Don't worry, brother! If they dare to bluff or plot against Xue'er, I will make them know what's what!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and the terrifying aura of a level 98 Super Douluo was faintly fluctuating.

"No." Qian Daoliu raised his hand to stop him. "It's not about starting a war. It's a 'friendly sparring'."

Seeing the puzzled look in Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes, he explained, "We will visit the newly established 'Holy Radiance Dragon Emperor Academy' in the name of the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship."

"Make it clear that you've heard the Beast God Pavilion is full of powerful experts, so you've come to exchange ideas and test your knowledge. Adopt a high-minded attitude, but make sure your reasons are plausible."

"What if they avoid fighting?" asked Golden Crocodile Douluo.

A cold glint flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes: "Then... mention my name. Tell them that this is the will of Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, who wants to see just what kind of power this force, which even my granddaughter praises, is all about."

"If you don't even dare to accept a friendly spar, then your so-called strength is nothing but a joke."

He abruptly changed the subject, his voice carrying a complex and enigmatic curiosity and inquiry, something extremely rare for him: "At the same time... Golden Crocodile, I need you to help me carefully observe someone—Ling Han, the Pavilion Master of the Beast God Pavilion."

Golden Crocodile Douluo was taken aback: "Ling Han? That Soul Master?"

“Yes, it’s him.” Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to see through the void. “Xue’er admires him highly, even… is obsessed with him.”

"I want to know, what kind of magic does this man possess that can make my Xue'er lose her composure like this? His demeanor, his speech, his methods... what is it about him that has made Xue'er so infatuated in such a short time?"

Qian Daoliu's voice lowered, carrying a hint of confusion that even he himself didn't realize belonged to an elder, and a subtle bitterness: "How exactly did he make Xue'er fall in love with him? You, take a good look at him for me."

Seeing the rare confusion and deep concern in his elder brother's eyes, Golden Crocodile Douluo understood.

This was not merely a test of strength, but also a covert assessment of his 'future grandson-in-law'. He solemnly clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "Brother, rest assured! I will observe carefully and thoroughly ascertain Ling Han's background and the strength of the Beast God Pavilion!"

"Okay, go ahead." Qian Daoliu waved his hand, then turned his gaze back to the enormous angel statue, his back view appearing even more lonely.

"Yes!" Golden Crocodile Douluo said no more, turned around and strode out of the Holy Hall. His burly figure quickly disappeared into the golden light outside the hall, carrying the will of the Hall of Worship, heading straight for Heaven Dou City!

(End of this chapter)