Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

"You knew all along, didn't you! Long before you became her disciple! Even earlier!!"

Why!! Why!! Why didn't you tell me!!

Qian Shui gave a wry smile, "You were so young back then... and then that whole thing happened..."

"Enough!! You all have reasons! You all have causes! What about me! I've hated her for so many years, and now you're telling me! There's a reason for this! It's not her fault at all!"

All the blame lies with my birth!

As a woman herself, she could hardly imagine what Bibi Dong had gone through back then, but if she put herself in Bibi Dong's shoes, how much of what she could do would she be able to do?

What if the child in her womb wasn't Qian Shui's, but was forced upon her by someone else?

"It's all my fault! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have been born! I shouldn't have..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Shui became angry. She refused to blame Qian Xunji or her own father, attributing everything to her birth, a clear act of escapism and self-denial.

Step by step forward, Qian Renshui grabbed Qian Renxue, who was trying to escape, and shouted sharply:

"Qian Renxue! People in this world can decide anything for themselves! Whether it's strength or death! But there's one thing! No one can decide their own birth!"

No one is born a mistake! Do you understand?

"Those who commit sins have already suffered the consequences of their mistakes and deserve their punishment! But what about you?"

Are you trying to blame yourself for all the mistakes to prove he did nothing wrong?!

"I…"

"Why should I tell you? Why? Because by peeling back the layers of fog, I must reveal the cruel truth to you! Only then will you have the power to choose your destiny anew!"

Holding Qian Renxue, she turned around and pointed at Tang Hao, "His sins and punishments have nothing to do with you. This is enough! You can't bear any more sins!"

"But what should I do? How should I face it? How should I face Grandpa? How should I face her? Waaah... Xiao Shui... why are you so cruel..." Qian Renxue buried her head in Qian Shui's chest, her fists pounding against Qian Shui's heart again and again, questioning, questioning the man who said he would return the truth to her.

Yes, she found out the truth, but what happened after that?

"As long as people are alive, they will make mistakes and suffer pain. We may not be able to forgive sinners or blame victims, but no matter what others do, sin and pain will only be faced by those who choose to live. And it takes courage to bear these burdens!"

Xiaoxue, you've always been so strong, strong enough to support a vast country, but now, don't you even have the courage to live and face all this?

"You don't need to think about how to face it, because even if you don't want to, you have to face reality, whether it's good or bad, or even cruel."

When a person dies, the light goes out. The death of the former pope has already settled everything, whether for your mother or for Tang Hao.

Whether this man still harbors thoughts of revenge or not is irrelevant after today. What truly matters is that insane man who sits atop the papacy!

...

Qian Shui wouldn't let Tang Hao go. He acted recklessly, and now what grudge did he still hold? Destroying the Spirit Hall and killing innocent people?

He summoned She Long and Ci Xue, who were just passing by, and assigned them tasks.

"Take him to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and imprison him. I'll handle the rest."

"Yes!"

At this point, Tang Hao's soul power had been drained and all his meridians had been sealed, making him no different from an ordinary person.

Qian Renxue, still sobbing in Qian Shui's arms, couldn't help but ask, "Why not send him to Wuhun City?"

Before Qian Shui could return, she answered her own question again, "Yes, if we send her back to Wuhun City, she will inevitably kill Tang Hao as a sacrifice to the flag, which will only add to her sins..."

"But why should you bear these burdens?"

Stroking Qian Renxue's golden hair, Qian Shui said softly, a rare occurrence for her, "Silly girl, we are now one, your affairs are my affairs. This isn't a burden, it's about solving problems. But..."

There's no time to deal with Tang Hao right now; he can only be imprisoned for now, and we'll deal with him later.

"Yes. Xiao Shui, you'll never leave me, right?"

Looking up at Qian Shui, Qian Renxue's expression was extremely sorrowful. At this moment, she was like someone grasping at the only straw, afraid that she would fall into the abyss.

Do you want me to leave you?

She shook her head and buried her face in the man's chest again, this time holding him even tighter.

Chapter 180 Appearance

The mountain forest was not peaceful at midnight, but the intense aftershocks of the battle brought everything to silence.

Holding Qian Renxue's hand, the two strolled through the dark mountains.

Fortunately, both of them had high enough soul power, and the darkness could not stop them.

"Let's go back later. Leaving for a while won't cause any trouble."

"Of course, some things still need to be resolved, the key being that dead rabbit!"

"And your disciples?"

"Sigh, just thinking about this gives me a headache. Luckily it's now, otherwise it would be too late!"

The problem of Qian Shuishui has obviously been around for a long time, but we can't expect the rabbit to solve it.

Level 35 is just the late stage of Qi Refining. If it were close to level 40, it might be hopeless.

Cultivating immortality requires undergoing tribulations, and killing is the best catalyst for tribulations. If you survive one, you've survived it.

But what if? What if it's utterly disastrous! We can follow the direction of the light and forget about her!

……

"Huo Huo! You...you're still alive!"

Qian Shui led Qian Renxue back to Shrek Academy, where he waited for the girls to wake up.

In reality, Qian Renxue was sent in the guise of Ning Huahua to call for help. Time was tight and the mission was heavy; returning later would mean waiting until very late. Although she was said to have left, her two souls and two bodies were actually one, always together except for their physical forms.

While Qian Shui was teasing Tang San, the girls finally finished, and the first one to run over was Xiao Wu, who was holding Qian Shui's hand.

Seeing the rabbit infuriated Qian Shui. While everyone else was bewildered, Qian Shui punched the rabbit squarely on the top of its head. Then, to everyone's astonishment, she pulled out a rope and, with swift, practiced ease, tied the rabbit securely. She then hoisted it from the roof beam with one end of the rope. After a few repetitions, the rabbit could only whimper from the beam. Her technique was remarkably skillful!

Because of Qian Shuishui's explosive performance during Zhao Wuji's assessment the day before, and the fact that Qian Shuishui had hurt Xiao Wu, Tang San's heart was in his throat.

Strangely, the little girl didn't make any unusual movements; she just stared at Qian Shui without blinking.

Coming to her senses, Qian Shui walked towards the little girl, squatted down, and patted her head. "Long time no see!"

"Ok!"

'Qianshui! You son of a bitch, I thought you were dead after all this time! Turns out you come back and kidnapped your Little Wu sister again! You son of a bitch! Go to hell!'

The rabbit, who was being hung up, had an unusually strong feeling about this familiar sensation, which reminded her of the extreme fear and frustration she felt when she was caught by Qian Shui years ago.

Ning Rongrong, who had been lying in bed all day and had been waiting for Qianshui for a long time, finally couldn't take it anymore.

Her face flushed red, and she quickly ran towards Qian Shui with her long, white legs.

"You...you, you are the 'Singer'?!"

Unexpectedly, Ning Rongrong reacted this way, which triggered Qian Shui's social anxiety. He subconsciously looked at Qian Renxue, who had transformed into Ning Huahua, only to find that she was in a daze.

"Yes, yes... I'm from Qianshui..."

Ning Rongrong's question and Qian Shui's affirmation also drew the attention of Zhu Zhuqing, who had come with them. She subconsciously took two steps forward, while Tang San was once again shocked.

"Me! I...I'm Ning Rongrong! I'm from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! Look at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! A level 26 Great Soul Master!"

"oh oh…"

"And another thing! And another thing! I'm your fan! So many people across the continent are your biggest fans! 'Singer'! What are you now? Soul Saint? Or Soul Douluo?! And another thing! Where have you been all these years? And another thing! Do you...do you have a girlfriend?!"

'Uh… doesn't she like Xue Qinghe? This girl is really something for her age!'

"What's all this noise about? What are you kids doing so early in the morning?"

Just as they were talking, Zhao Wuji's voice came from a great distance, and then he and a middle-aged man walked over from the direction of the residential area.

The person following behind Zhao Wuji with his hands behind his back looked to be about fifty years old. He was burly, with a distinctive face, a slightly protruding chin, wide cheekbones, a flat face, and a hooked nose. His face was somewhat like the sole of a shoe. He wore a pair of black-rimmed crystal glasses, but the frames were the rigid, square kind.

Behind them were several young figures, including the blond Dai Mubai, Oscar who was yawning and looked like he hadn't woken up yet, and a chubby little boy.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Qian Shui's appearance did not surprise Zhao Wuji much, but he was puzzled as to why so many girls were surrounding a young man so early in the morning and what they were doing!

Without any apparent reason, Ning Rongrong pointed at Qian Shui and exclaimed with wide eyes, "He is a 'singer'!"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that she had overstepped her bounds and stuck out her tongue somewhat awkwardly.

"What 'singer'? A street performer?"

Clearly, Zhao Wuji did not subconsciously associate the 'singer' with Qian Shui.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the person's face darkened. He pointed at Ning Huahua and Qian Shuishui and introduced himself: "My name is Qian Shuishui. They are my disciples. I just happened to be passing by and came to take a look."

"Oh~ disciple... ah?!!"

Having learned from yesterday's events that they were Qian Shui's disciples, Zhao Wuji was quite surprised when he realized what had happened. He exchanged a surprised glance with the shoehorn-faced man behind him, who simply shrugged.

There isn't much information about Qian Shui on the mainland, just what Ning Rongrong mentioned, and there's been no news of him for years.

There is no Qian Shui in the world of Soul Masters, but legends about her abound. For example, her teammate is a food-type Soul Master who was supposedly taught by the Spirit Hall and whose Soul Power reached the Soul Saint level.

Qian Shui's soul power was already very high back then. So many years have passed, there's no reason why the teammates he trained, who are still support-type soul masters, would have higher soul power than him.

This made Qian Shui, in Zhao Wuji's eyes, at least equal to himself.

"Flander, you're the dean, you speak!"

After glancing at Zhao Wuji, Flander, the dean of Shrek Academy, finally spoke up, "My name is Flander, the dean of Shrek Academy, my martial soul is the Cat Owl, and I am a level 78 agility-attack type battle soul saint!"

"Your Excellency possesses extraordinary talent; I was unaware of your visit today..."

Judging from my own experience and the maturity of a middle-aged person, Qian Shui's words are probably only about 50% credible.

He disappeared for many years, so why did he suddenly appear at Shrek Academy?

When dealing with people in society, Qian Shui is also quite straightforward, but at his current level, he no longer needs to pretend or put on a mask.

"My purpose in coming here is not so simple, but their purpose seems simple and they have no other intentions. I will leave soon, so there is no need to bother testing them."

Oh, I'll have to take this guy with me.

Qian Shui pointed to the rabbit hanging from the roof beam, as relaxed as ever.