Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

"follow me!"

Qian Renxue pulled Qian Shui and ran into the room.

This is the living room, quite grand and luxurious. The coffee table is covered with various foods—fruits, snacks—all things Qian Shui had never seen before. They're probably Qian Renxue's favorites.

Servants stood both inside and outside the living room, presumably to take care of Qian Renxue.

Qian Shui was a little reserved; having been somewhat socially anxious in his past life, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He pulled Qianshui down to sit.

"Tell a story!"

Qian Renxue was very purposeful and stated her demands directly.

Qian Shui wiped away non-existent cold sweat, somewhat speechless. Just because someone is cute, they can do whatever they want?

Can I have some water?

Qian Shui pointed to the teapot on the coffee table, and Qian Renxue nodded without objection.

With her parents present, Qian Shui relaxed a bit, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it with an air of nonchalance.

'Damn feudal lords!'

The tea tasted strange, definitely different from what I'd tasted on Earth, but it was clean enough, without any odd flavors, and it even seemed to enhance my soul power. Even the tea set was exquisitely crafted.

In short, in the feudal era when industrial products were scarce, this kind of thing was something that ordinary people simply couldn't access; it was at least much better than the well water they drank back then.

He had drunk the tea, but Qian Shui didn't want to tell a story, so he decided to tease Qian Renxue instead.

"Speaking of which, we've met. My name is Qianshui, the 'water' in 'tea'." He pointed to the cup he had just put down.

"My name is Qian Renxue. My grandfather said it means 'Ren' from 'a sheer cliff' and 'Xue' from 'awe-inspiring snow'."

Qian Renxue tilted her head. The little girl was simple-minded and seemed to be listening to a story. She didn't quite understand the connection between her name and the story. But out of politeness, she introduced herself anyway.

Who is your grandfather?

"A thousand streams."

Who is Qian Daoliu?

"Big offering."

What is the Grand Offering?

"It's the Grand Offering!"

'Hehehe! The young lady doesn't seem to be very bright!'

"Where is this place?"

"The Elders' Hall".

"I mean here!"

"Hmm...the living room?"

"Okay~ then why did you call me over here?"

"Because the story is beautiful!"

"Hmm, speaking of which, you were crying back then. Why were you crying?"

Qian Shui is definitely showing his straight-man side! He really wants to know why Qian Renxue cried. Trying to get information out of a three-year-old girl like that, huh?

Clearly, it was a precise landmine strike!

"Because, because of Mom..."

Qian Renxue was clearly feeling down.

"Oh? Your father is the Pope, so who is your mother?"

"Bibi Dong..."

Qian Renxue obediently answered the question, but her eyes were already brimming with tears!

Qian Shui could at least see this, so he didn't ask any more questions. He didn't want to comfort the crying little girl again!

Chapter 5 He who eats another's food is bound to do so

"Oh dear, I envy you for having a father and mother, unlike me, who has been an orphan since childhood!"

The self-destruct strategy works! Master Da!

Don't you have a mom and dad?

Qian Renxue's emotions were stirred. She was somewhat surprised because she had always felt that she only had her father and grandfather, since she had never seen Bibi Dong since she could remember.

Chihiro would often tell her that she had a mother, so she always longed to see her mother and receive her mother's love.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. At the beginning of the new year, Bibi Dong returned to the Spirit Hall. Qian Renxue went to see her excitedly, but all she got was a disgusted look from Bibi Dong and the words "Get out!"

As luck would have it, Bibi Dong had just returned from the City of Slaughter. Having obtained the God of Slaughter Domain and the Rakshasa God Trial, she had gone mad. As a mother, her last shred of rationality was barely enough to suppress the urge to kill Qian Renxue and drive her away.

Fear and grief drove Qian Renxue to flee the Papal Palace, far away from that horrible mother! She hid away alone to cry, and at the same time, she encountered Qian Shui, who was exercising as usual.

Although she didn't have Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue still had a father and grandfather. She couldn't imagine that Qian Shui didn't have parents, because in her small worldview, everyone had parents.

"Yes, I'm an orphan, I don't have parents. Angel Academy is an orphanage~ It's so great that your father is the Pope, your house is so big, and the tea is so delicious. The whole Spirit City belongs to your family!"

"Unlike me, those little brats at the Angel Academy are always making a ruckus, I can't even get a good night's sleep! They hardly eat any meat all year round!"

Qian Renxue's small eyes widened in shock; she ate meat every day!

Hearing this, the little angel ran off again.

"Hey, let's drink tea~ Hiss~ Ha~, it's really good!" Not knowing what Qian Renxue was doing, Qian Shui could only continue drinking tea.

A moment later, Qian Renxue returned: "Here!"

Looking at the handful of dried meat, Qian Shui's face was full of complicated emotions. He looked at Qian Renxue and couldn't help but think of her fate.

'As a villain, she lost all her family, including her mother who was killed by the very person she loved. Her angelic divine position was shattered, and her cultivation remained stagnant at level 89 for life. In the end, she spent the rest of her life with a man surnamed Ye.'

Ignoring Qian Shui's strange gaze, Qian Renxue tilted her head and smiled.

'She's truly an angel!'

Qian Shui knew how much a person's circumstances could change them, and how few people had unwavering willpower. This world was already a set of facts, and fate would never show mercy to anyone. Without external interference, this innocent little girl would eventually meet her end.

Qian Shui picked up the dried meat, took a bite, and smiled at Qian Renxue. "Well, he's beholden to those who feed him. As a fellow transmigrator, Tang San, I've taken sides! Hopefully, you won't try anything suicidal with me!"

"Xiaoxue, may I call you that? That's what your father calls you too."

"Yes, Grandpa also calls her Xiaoxue."

"Xiaoxue, how old are you this year?"

Three years old.

"Really? Even a three-year-old from the Angel Academy isn't as smart as you!"

"Thank you~ How old are you?"

"Oh dear, we all know each other so well now, just call me Xiao Shui~ We're all three years old, the same age!"

"Oh, okay, Xiaoshui, are you three years old too?"

"Yes!"

"So, what's your birthday?"

"I don't know. I was found and taken in. Who knows when I was born? What about you? When is your birthday?"

"It's my birthday..."

……

Children are innocent, but Qian Renxue is not stupid, especially when it comes to age! Even though they are both three years old, she feels she should be the older sister!

The argument that lasted all night revolved around who had bigger breasts! In any case, the story didn't get told.

Upon returning to Angel Academy, Dean Chiyuki received news that Chisui had been taken away.

"Little Shui, that child..."

The dean had no reason to disagree. If Qian Shui existed as the young master of the Qian family's playmate, there would be no problem with her future life.

In short, Qian Shui stayed in Qian Renxue's side hall that night, and his identity became Qian Renxue's playmate and study companion. From then on, there was a room for Qian Shui there.

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye. During this year, Qian Shui and Qian Renxue were inseparable except when they were sleeping.

Qian Shui finished discussing "Covering the Sky" and then moved on to "Perfect World." His kidney deficiency was unavoidable; he hadn't read it, supposedly because the Red-Haired Old Monster had ruined it, hence his lack of enthusiasm. In short, it's not just the Red-Haired Old Monster who has something to say; various other great authors are not to be underestimated either.

Qian Shui also had access to more books; thanks to Qian Renxue's connection, the Spirit Hall's library was now fully open to him.

Aside from dealing with Qian Renxue, Qian Shui continued with her routine: eating, drinking, relieving herself, reading, running, and cultivating.

He just ran even further; he'd started running around the entire Spirit City!

Qian Renxue had no interest in running. After running with Qian Shui for a few days, her little feet were blistered. Even the straight-laced Qian Shui felt sorry for her and stopped letting her run with him.

Qian Shui's Qi cultivation progressed rapidly that year. Perhaps it was because he was eating and drinking well with Qian Renxue that his soul power continued to exert its effect on his body, and his physical fitness improved more and more.

At the same time, the entire Qi Sea steadily increased in size, allowing Qian Shui to perceive more things without relying on his eyes, perhaps indicating an improvement in his mental strength. He also had enough soul power to squander.

He can use his soul power to do things, such as pushing objects; he can cover his body and hammer things without feeling pain, etc. Because he doesn't dare to recklessly display this ability, he also doesn't dare to overdevelop the application of his soul power.

The only difference was that Qian Shui sensed the presence of some kind of shackles.

He guessed this was a level restriction, a sign of level ten soul power! This feeling was quite unpleasant, so there was a question he couldn't understand—why must one be six years old to awaken their martial soul? Can't they be at other ages?

He couldn't find the answer, nor could he find it in the Spirit Hall's library. Asking people was useless; they all gave the same answer: "It's always been like this!"

However, as Mr. Lu Xun said: Just because it has always been this way, does that mean it is right?

Perhaps only Qian Shui would ask such a question, because it represents the accumulated wisdom of another world!

Qian Renxue was also puzzled by this idea. It was only natural, so why was Qian Shui taking it so seriously? Just because it's always been this way doesn't mean it's right. Qian Shui responded to Qian Renxue's question in the same way.

The little girl's brows furrowed even more. Qian Shui always had some strange and peculiar ideas popping up. Qian Renxue didn't quite understand the stories he told, but she found them interesting.

That year, a new batch of orphans arrived at the Angel Academy, among whom Qian Shui knew two—Xie Yue and Hu Liena, a brother and sister.