Douluo Continent: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? A Soul Beast Pagoda!

Chapter 32 Qian Renxue in Despair

"Bang-!!!"

An invisible force slammed into Qian Renxue's chest!

She let out a muffled groan and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. The Angel Sword flew out of her hand, leaving a trail of ear-piercing sparks on the marble floor.

Qian Renxue struggled to get up, but the suppression of the Killing God Domain made it difficult for her to even breathe, let alone mobilize her soul power.

She raised her head and stared intently at Bibi Dong on the throne, her eyes filled with such intense hatred that they seemed to overflow.

Bibi Dong slowly stood up and walked down the steps of the throne.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor was exceptionally clear in the silent hall, each step feeling like it was treading on Qian Renxue's heart.

She walked up to Qian Renxue, looked down at her daughter who was lying on the ground with hatred in her eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips.

"You think you can kill me?" she said softly, her voice full of disdain.

She raised her foot, seemingly wanting to step on Qian Renxue's face.

But just as the sole of the shoe was about to land.

"stop!!!"

A furious shout rang out!

The golden light, like a solid wall, instantly appeared in front of Qian Renxue, forcing Bibi Dong back several steps!

As the golden light faded, Qian Daoliu's figure became visible.

He stood in front of Qian Renxue, his golden pupils burning with rage as he stared intently at Bibi Dong.

"Bibi Dong!" His voice trembled with anger. "Have you forgotten what you said?!"

Bibi Dong steadied herself and sneered, "I have already been very restrained. She attacked me first, and I was merely acting in self-defense."

"Self-defense?" Qian Daoliu trembled with rage. "To lay such a heavy hand on a child?! Is this what you call treating her as a mother?!"

"As I said, I will treat her as a mother."

Bibi Dong slowly and methodically adjusted her cuffs.

"But the prerequisite is that she has to act like a daughter, not like a mad dog, baring her claws at me."

"you-!"

Qian Daoliu clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Looking at Bibi Dong before him, at this beautiful, powerful, yet completely twisted woman, he was suddenly overcome with an unprecedented sense of regret.

He was wrong.

Big mistakes.

Bibi Dong will never change.

Her heart had long been corrupted by hatred and pain, leaving only endless malice and twisted jealousy.

He hadn't expected Qian Renxue to have such deep feelings for Jiang Bai, and that she would act so decisively!

"grandfather!"

Qian Renxue struggled to her feet, grabbed Qian Daoliu's sleeve, and cried out in a hoarse, desperate voice, "Kill her! Kill her—!!!"

Qian Daoliu turned his head and looked at his granddaughter's blood-stained face, at the overwhelming hatred and tears in her eyes. His heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and he was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Can he kill Bibi Dong?

No.

Not at least not now.

"Xue'er—" he said with difficulty, "Let's go first—"

"Leave?!" Qian Renxue looked at him in disbelief. "Jiang Bai is dead! She killed him! You want me to leave?!"

"Now is not the time—" Qian Daoliu's voice was terribly dry. "Let's go back to the Hall of Offerings and discuss this further—"

"A longer-term plan?!"

Qian Renxue shook off his hand, staggered back two steps, and looked at Qian Daoliu with a gaze that shifted from anger to shock, and then to utter despair.

"Grandpa—you knew all along, didn't you?"

Her voice was very soft, as soft as a feather, yet it made Qian Daoliu's heart stop abruptly.

"You knew all along that she wanted to kill Jiang Bai—didn't you?"

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes.

This action has already provided the answer.

Qian Renxue smiled.

That smile was broken and desolate, even more unsightly than crying.

She shook her head, backing away step by step, tears silently streaming down her face, mingling with the blood on her cheeks and leaving shocking marks on her pale skin.

"Why—" she murmured, "Why did you have to do this—why did you have to do this to me—"

"Xue'er, let Grandpa explain—" Qian Daoliu stepped forward, trying to grab her hand.

But Qian Renxue dodged it.

She looked at Qian Daoliu, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes went out, leaving only endless darkness and coldness.

"He's just a support-type Soul Master—and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has limitations, so he can't stay with you for very long—"

Qian Daoliu explained incoherently, trying to make Qian Renxue understand his good intentions.

"Grandpa is thinking of you; he doesn't want you to suffer even more in the future—"

"So what?!"

Qian Renxue roared, her voice as fierce as a wounded wild beast.

"I can protect him for the rest of my life! I can find a way to help him overcome his limitations! I can—I can spend the rest of my life with him!"

"Why did we have to kill him?! Why—!!!"

By the end of her shouting, her voice had completely broken down, leaving only hoarse sobs.

Qian Daoliu's outstretched hand froze in mid-air as he looked at his granddaughter's devastated state, unable to make a decision for a moment.

"I no longer have a father—" Qian Renxue's voice lowered, becoming weak and hollow, "Now—I also have no one I love—"

She looked up at Qian Daoliu, her eyes filled with utter despair.

"He clearly—didn't do anything wrong—"

These words were like a knife, stabbing deeply into Qian Daoliu's heart.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that all words were pale and powerless.

Qian Renxue stopped looking at him.

She turned around and staggered out of the hall.

Qian Renxue's bedroom.

She lay on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, weeping silently.

His shoulders trembled violently, and tears soaked the brocade pillow.

There were no heart-wrenching cries, only suppressed, almost suffocating sobs.

How long did she cry? She didn't know.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning, and the world was left with only darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly raised her head, her eyes red and swollen like peaches.

My gaze fell on the pillow where two hand puppets were placed side by side: an exquisite little angel and a simple pagoda-bearing heavenly king.

She reached out and gently stroked the rough stitches of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, her fingertips trembling slightly.

He was saying sweet nothings to her yesterday, how come he's like this today?

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You stinky ginger—didn't you say you were the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, and very strong?

Didn't you say—we'd be together forever?

How could you go back on your word?

Tears welled up again, dripping onto the puppet and spreading into dark water stains.

She gripped the puppet tightly, pressing it against her heart, as if she could feel the lingering warmth of that boy.

But all I felt in my palm was the rough texture of the fabric and a chilling despair.

The next morning.

Qian Renxue pushed open the door to the bedroom and came out.

Her face was completely bare of makeup, and although her eyes were still a little red and swollen, the breakdown and tear stains from yesterday were gone.

Instead, there was an almost icy calm.

She walked slowly toward the main hall of the offering hall, her steps steady.

Inside the main hall, the seven chief deities were gathered together in a rare manner.

They had clearly heard about what happened yesterday, and were now discussing something in hushed tones, their faces showing worry and solemnity.

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The discussion stopped abruptly when Qian Renxue walked in.

Everyone looked at her.

She looked—too calm.

It was abnormally calm.

There was no anger, no sadness, no breakdown; it was like a bottomless pool of cold water, calm on the surface, but potentially harboring deadly undercurrents beneath.

Qian Daoliu forced a smile, trying to lighten the mood: "Xue'er, you're awake? Are you hungry? Grandpa will have someone prepare something—"

"Please, Great High Priest, initiate the divine trial for me."

Qian Renxue's voice interrupted him.

The voice was calm and clear, without the slightest tremor, yet it carried an undeniable resolve.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

The seven high priests looked at each other, their eyes flashing with shock.

A divine test? Now?

Qian Renxue is only fifteen years old. Although she has outstanding talent and has already reached the Soul Emperor level, isn't that a bit too early?

Qian Daoliu's expression also changed.

"Xue'er, the Divine Examination is no small matter. Let's wait until you break through level 70 and are better prepared before proceeding—"

"I say," Qian Renxue raised her head, looking directly at Qian Daoliu, her purple eyes devoid of any emotion, only a cold icy chill, "Please, High Priest, begin my divine trial."

She repeated it again, each word like an icicle striking the silent hall.

Everyone fell silent again.

They looked at Qian Renxue, at the almost insane determination in her eyes, and suddenly understood.

She wasn't making a request, she was giving a command.

She wasn't discussing it; she was declaring it.

Looking at his granddaughter like this, Qian Daoliu felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

He wanted to say something, to persuade her to wait a little longer, to tell her not to act impulsively.

But when he saw the coldness in Qian Renxue's eyes, all the words stuck in his throat.

He suddenly realized that his acquiescence had not only taken Jiang Bai's life, but also killed Qian Renxue, who could laugh, cry, and look forward to the future.

Now, she is nothing but an empty shell driven by hatred.

"The Divine Ancestor—"

Qian Daoliu prayed silently in his heart, his voice filled with pain and regret.

Did I do something wrong again?

My later life has been filled with regret and guilt.

He used to be that rebellious son, now—he's Jiang Bai—

He slowly stood up and walked to Qian Renxue.

Looking at his granddaughter's cold face, he reached out, intending to stroke her head as usual, but his hand fell limply halfway down.

After a long while, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was the majesty and decisiveness of the High Priest.

"it is good."

A single word carries immense weight.

"I hereby declare this in my capacity as the High Priest of the Angel God."

Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in the hall, solemn and dignified, "From this moment forward, begin the Angelic Trial for Qian Renxue!"

Golden light descended from the sky, enveloping Qianrenxue.

She stood in the pillar of light, slowly closed her eyes, her face expressionless, only showing a cold and resolute look.

Jiang Bai, wait.

I will definitely avenge you!

Bibi Dong, just wait.

I will definitely kill you!!

If becoming a Soul Saint isn't enough, then I'll become a Title Douluo! If becoming a Title Douluo isn't enough, then I'll become a god!

Even if the road is full of thorns, even if it costs everything!

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