Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

The flickering firelight accentuated her unparalleled beauty, giving her an air of inviolable sanctity.

Qian Renxue gently placed the angel pendant into the flames. Faintly, the three pairs of wings behind the blurry human figure on the pendant began to flap gently, and the pendant itself shimmered with a lustrous sheen, echoing the flames in her palm.

She wasn't in a hurry; she simply waited quietly, her expression calm and undisturbed.

Suddenly, the blurry humanoid pendant flashed with golden light, instantly absorbing all of its own golden light and the flames in her palm. After the light dissipated, the pendant returned to its previous pale golden appearance, showing no other supernatural characteristics.

A gentle, indulgent voice came from the golden figure: "Xiaoxue, what do you need from your grandfather? Don't you want to be the Heavenly Prince anymore? If you don't, you can come back anytime."

"It's alright, Grandpa, the plan is going smoothly." Qian Renxue's voice softened a bit, but it still carried a hint of coldness. "Emperor Xueye sent me, Xueshan, and Xuelinsen to important towns in the Tiandou Empire to observe the people's conditions as a test. I am on my way to Iron Wall City now."

She exchanged a few pleasantries with Qian Daoliu and inquired about the condition of the other retainers. After confirming that they were all in good health, she abruptly changed the subject, her tone turning cold and filled with undisguised anger.

"Grandpa, what exactly is this strategy of the 'Master'? Is that woman out of her mind, coming up with such an outrageous plan!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the temperature inside the carriage plummeted, and the subtle fragrance of sandalwood was somewhat diluted by an invisible aura of hostility.

A cold glint flashed in her azure eyes, faintly revealing a murderous aura, clearly indicating that she was not in a particularly good mood.

Hey!

Standing before the angel statue, Qian Daoliu sighed silently. As expected, things were progressing according to his predictions, but for Qian Renxue's path to godhood, he still wanted to try his best.

"Xiaoxue, don't you think that master has had too much influence on you?" Qian Daoliu said slowly, his tone tinged with a hint of probing. "I don't want you to be too deeply influenced by him, as it won't be good for you when you take the Divine Trial in the future."

Qian Renxue was silent for a moment, then her clear, cold voice came from the pendant, carrying an undeniable firmness: "Grandpa, it's normal for him to have an influence on me. After all, my first three spirit rings were all thousand-year spirit rings without any divine trial. Such an achievement is unprecedented, if not unparalleled."

"His theories are profound and extraordinary, and they have provided such significant assistance to my spiritual practice. It is only natural that I admire him. What is there to worry about?"

She paused, her tone becoming even more resolute: "As for the divine test—the master has provided such great help to my cultivation. If he were in danger and I chose to stand by and do nothing, I think that would have a greater impact on my path to godhood."

Across from him, Qian Daoliu fell into a long silence, with only the faint sound of airflow remaining in the carriage.

"Moreover, Grandpa Qianjun and Grandpa Jiangmo also broke through their bottlenecks thanks to the master's theories."

Qian Renxue continued, "If we let Bibi Dong's plan continue, not to mention the impact on me, Grandpa, do you think that letting the two grandfathers stand idly by won't affect their cultivation?"

"Alright, I will stop Bibi Dong's plan. We old men will listen to you, Xiaoxue, and stand on the Master's side."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Having successfully persuaded Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue's tightly clenched lips finally curved into a faint smile. That smile was like an iceberg melting, instantly dispelling the chill around her, making her incomparably beautiful.

Just as Qian Daoliu was about to say goodbye and hang up the communication in the Hall of Offerings, he heard a clear and melodious voice from the other end, filled with curiosity: "By the way, Grandpa, what is the relationship between Yu Xiaogang and that woman? Could he be a pawn that woman planted in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? I haven't had time to investigate since I received the news yesterday. Do you know anything about it, Grandpa?"

"If she's a chess piece, then it means she still has some brains and isn't completely stupid."

Qian Renxue changed the subject, her tone carrying a hint of strategic confidence, "I'll leave the later part of the plan aside, but I fully support the first half."

"We'll lure the master out, then invite him to join our Spirit Hall."

Qian Renxue had clearly planned her future prospects long ago, her voice full of confidence: "That master is so knowledgeable, I can definitely become his disciple. Once he learns about my future identity and potential achievements, he should be able to get rid of his resentment towards our Spirit Hall forcibly tricking him out."

She paused, a cold glint in her eyes: "If all else fails, that Yu Xiaogang who impersonated the master isn't out of the question. After all, he's just a pawn. Once his mission is accomplished, he'll be of no use to that woman anymore. He'll be perfect as a punching bag for the master."

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Chapter 52: Qian Renxue, surprisingly calm after learning part of the truth.

Before the angel statue, Qian Daoliu's fingertips trembled suddenly, and the pendant in his palm almost flew out of his hand.

His lips twitched uncontrollably, his expression extremely strange, yet he remained silent, forcing himself to continue listening to his granddaughter's "shocking" plan.

"If all else fails, given that master's theoretical expertise, offering a soul bone over 50,000 years old would be a viable way to win him over. Using such a soul bone to bribe the master's heart would surely add another top-tier combatant to our Spirit Hall. After all, being able to help our two grandfathers break through their bottlenecks solely through theory, no one can fathom just how unfathomable this master's true cultivation level is."

The subtle movements around him caught Qian Daoliu's attention. He saw that the other elders, including the Second Elder Golden Crocodile Douluo, were looking at him with a mixture of pity and sympathy. Even the two titled Douluos, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, had a hint of undisguised schadenfreude in their eyes.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, what do you think of this idea?"

Qian Renxue's voice came from the pendant, carrying a hint of barely perceptible suspicion.

"Xiaoxue, Yu Xiaogang is a special person. He is the son of the current patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. He should not be killed casually."

Qian Daoliu still wanted to get away with it. At this moment, his appearance was somewhat similar to that of Salas when he reported the news to Qian Renxue.

"What is his current soul power level?"

Qian Renxue's tone revealed surprise, but she still pressed for an answer.

"It seems to be level 29 now."

"In other words, he's still just a piece of trash. I didn't expect that woman to be so clever, managing to control Yu Xiaogang."

Qian Renxue's voice came from the pendant, clearly praising her imagined "Bibi Dong scheme".

“Bibi Dong is manipulating Yu Xiaogang…” Qian Daoliu fell silent again. Faced with such a complicated relationship, he really didn’t know how to explain it to his granddaughter.

"However, I think it's well worth sacrificing the life of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Chief's son to gain the Master's favor. After all, once the Spirit Empire truly unifies the continent, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has little offensive power. As long as they surrender, some of their direct bloodlines can be spared. As for the Clear Sky School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, their direct bloodlines must be completely wiped out. We must not give them a chance to rise from the ashes."

Qian Renxue, with clear reasoning and a light touch, weighed the pros and cons and made her final decision.

"Yu Xiaogang is a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, and he will inevitably be eliminated sooner or later. It's better to leave him to the master as a punching bag."

I even think that, to show how much importance we place on this matter, the Pope should personally intervene and voluntarily abandon Yu Xiaogang. Although our Spirit Hall is temporarily divided into two factions, we should demonstrate our shared respect for Grandmaster. In this way, Grandmaster will receive both the courtesy of the Hall of Worship and the respect of the Pope, and he will surely stand sincerely on the side of our Spirit Hall in the end.”

Good heavens, Qian Daoliu was completely dumbfounded. He seriously suspected that his granddaughter already knew about Yu Xiaogang and her mother's past, otherwise why would these schemes be so precisely aimed at her mother's sore spot?

"Xiaoxue, do you know something?"

Qian Daoliu asked cautiously.

"What do I know?"

Qian Renxue, who was leaning against the soft couch, looked blank and subconsciously sat up. Although she was only ten years old, her graceful figure was already beginning to show, and it was not hard to glimpse her stunning figure in the future.

"Grandpa, what could I possibly know?"

Hearing his granddaughter's question, Qian Daoliu coughed twice and mumbled, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

As he replied, he also winked at the various retainers, signaling them to quickly come up with a solution.

The worshippers in the Hall of Offerings exchanged glances, then shrugged at Qian Daoliu, clearly unable to help.

Left with no other choice, Qian Daoliu could only bite the bullet and say, "Xiaoxue, how about... we cancel the plan to win over the Grandmaster? Now that I think about it, it really seems a bit unreliable. If all else fails, we can order the Spirit Halls in various regions to send people to search for the Grandmaster."

Qian Renxue was already sitting up straight, her brows furrowed, feeling that something was wrong. Why abandon such a perfectly good plan so easily? There was clearly nothing wrong with the plan.

"Alright, Xiaoxue, Grandpa still has some..."

Qian Daoliu was about to forcefully hang up the communication when he was interrupted again by Qian Renxue.

In his mind, a series of pieces of information rapidly connected—his conversation with Salas, his dialogue with his grandfather, they all seemed to be deliberately hiding something; and this plan that started inexplicably and was inexplicably canceled, and the real initiator of the plan…

"What exactly is the relationship between Yu Xiaogang and that woman?"

Qian Renxue's words were unusually calm, but anyone could feel a chilling coldness deep within her tone.

He could no longer hide it, and Qian Daoliu sighed, "Ah! Xiaoxue, I'll tell you the truth, but please don't be angry."

Qian Renxue's tone remained calm: "Grandpa, you speak."

"That Yu Xiaogang is your mother..."

"She is not my mother."

Qian Daoliu's words were abruptly interrupted by Qian Renxue's icy voice.

“Alright.” Qian Daoliu paused before continuing, “That Yu Xiaogang was the current Pope’s former lover. They originally planned to elope, but your father discovered it and forcibly separated them. Later, the Pope and your father got together.”

Qian Daoliu selectively concealed part of the truth, after all, the events of that time were complicated and it was really difficult to say who was right and who was wrong.

Upon hearing this news, Qian Renxue did not fly into a rage as expected; instead, she remained unusually calm. She let out a cold laugh: "Heh! So, the current Pope was adopted by the Spirit Hall, had his talent discovered, and was nurtured with all available resources, even being named a Saintess, only to end up wanting to elope with a useless disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, an enemy of the Spirit Hall?"

Qian Daoliu could only give a muffled "hmm" in agreement.

"She's an orphan who consumed so many resources from the Spirit Hall, yet she almost defected in the end. Where did she get her confidence from?"

Qian Renxue's words were full of sarcasm, and a long-held image in her heart gradually crumbled at this moment.

She was, after all, her mother. Even with a thousand grievances in her heart, she had comforted herself: perhaps she had some unspeakable difficulties, and she should understand her. Even though Qian Renxue often saw the other woman's complicated gaze and the ever-present disgust in her eyes, she still told herself this.

Perhaps I am not good enough. After all, the other party has twin martial souls. Even if I have a full soul power of level 20 innate, I am probably still slightly inferior to the other party if I really grow up.

After all, having high innate soul power only means faster cultivation speed. If it weren't for the blessing of the divine test and the theoretical guidance of a master, one's own soul rings would inevitably still include a hundred-year soul ring. On the other hand, the opponent only needs to cultivate one martial soul to the Title Douluo level, and the other martial soul can be equipped with at least a full ten-thousand-year soul ring. If one were to boldly imagine, a full hundred-thousand-year soul ring is not impossible.

Since she might not be able to satisfy him in terms of cultivation, she would make him look at her with new eyes in terms of external achievements. With this in mind, Qian Renxue replaced the eldest prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire and plotted a grand plan to "usurp the country," all in order to make the Pope look at her differently.

But now I realize that the Pope may never have cared about these things; the only person she cared about was probably her Yu Xiaogang.

The image of a loving mother in her heart shattered quietly. Qian Renxue felt an emptiness in her heart, as if she had lost some extremely important spiritual pillar.

As the saying goes, a woman's most vulnerable moment is also when she is most easily exploited by external forces. Recalling her previous praise for the "Bibi Dong Plan," Qian Renxue felt like she had made a huge joke.

But when I thought of the master, my hesitation inexplicably dissipated, and I felt a strange sense of goodwill towards him.

When a person loses a pillar of support, they will subconsciously seek a new one. The "Master" had a profound influence on Qian Renxue's cultivation path, and the Pope's true colors were also exposed because of the "Master." Instinctively, the "Master" became her new spiritual anchor.

This transformation happened so quietly that even Qian Renxue herself didn't notice it. Most of the time, our spiritual support is always there, but we often don't realize it.

Qian Renxue was naturally unaware that her mental world had undergone a dramatic transformation in a short period of time. She simply coldly examined the Pope's actions: "Since you chose to be with my father, you should have severed all ties with the past, instead of playing this trick of resurrecting the dead before my father's body is even cold."

"Besides, how long has it been? My father's body isn't even cold yet, and she's already doing all this. Does this mean I'll have another 'father' in the future?"

Qian Daoliu could only listen silently to his granddaughter's words, unsure how to offer any words of comfort.

"And that wicked plan to win over the master, I now completely understand it. I really want to ask her, is her real target the master himself, or does she just want to firmly attach the title of 'master' to Yu Xiaogang?"

"Thinking about it this way, everything makes sense. No wonder she wanted to take Grandmaster as her henchman, no wonder she set the rule of 'kill anyone who disobeys.' It turns out, she was afraid that the real Grandmaster would appear and ruin her little man's reputation! No wonder she seemed to be quite sane on the surface, but this plan was full of flaws. It turns out, her real purpose was never to enhance the prestige of the Spirit Hall, nor to subdue Grandmaster, but to forever bind the name 'Grandmaster' to Yu Xiaogang!"

An unprecedented clarity washed over Qian Renxue; for the first time, she felt she had dissected a plan so thoroughly. No wonder her grandfather had been so vague, no wonder Salas had looked so strange during his report yesterday—all the doubts now had a reasonable explanation.

"That wicked plan to win over the master is completely cancelled! I will find the master myself; you don't need to interfere."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's heart stirred: It seemed his granddaughter had completely lost faith in that woman. Could it be that their plan to infiltrate the Heavenly Dou Empire could be abandoned?

"Xiaoxue, why don't you come back first? Anyway..."

Qian Daoliu paused, then quickly came up with a plausible excuse: "Master's cultivation is unfathomable; finding him won't be easy. Why don't you come back first, cultivate while sending people to search for him? Wouldn't that be more efficient? After all, Master can't possibly come looking for you, right?"

P.S.: The author gets incredibly inspired when writing about the mother-daughter rift, sorry! I'll definitely meet the protagonist tomorrow. This chapter is also a product of the author's inspiration. How will Bibi Dong's daughter react when she finds out about someone outside who seems to be her mother's lover? It's unlikely she's been kept in the dark all this time, especially considering her status as the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou. Sooner or later, she'll find out the truth about what happened back then, besides the "Secret Chamber Douluo" and "eating her father."

Chapter 53: The handling of Yu Xiaogang, a chance eye contact

Listening to her grandfather's advice across the way and watching the scenery rushing past the window, Qian Renxue fell into a long silence.

After a long pause, she finally spoke slowly: "Grandpa, I'm not going back. The plan will proceed as scheduled, or rather, I must push this plan through to the end."

Her tone was calm and even, her voice devoid of any emotion, but unbeknownst to anyone, her hands were already clenched into fists, and pale blue veins bulged on the backs of her fair, jade-like hands. "I'm not trying to prove anything, I just want to take away her power and status step by step. Isn't she the Pope? Then I'll destroy the Spirit Hall and let the entire continent be bathed in the glory of the Heaven Dou Empire."