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

Chapter 59 Qian Renxue: Having tasted both high and low flavors

"Then—it was your father—who—compared to Bibidon—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the training ground fell into dead silence.

Qian Renxue's body trembled violently. The water pouch in her hand fell to the ground with a "plop," spilling water all over the floor, but she was completely unaware.

So that's how it is.

No wonder Bibi Dong always looked at her with resentment.

No wonder that woman never gave her a hug or a word of concern from childhood to adulthood.

No wonder Bibi Dong showed that almost crazy expression when she mentioned the word "mother".

Because her birth was proof of sin. It was her father's atrocities that were the source of Bibi Dong's lifelong suffering.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

For a fleeting moment, she almost felt sympathy for Bibi Dong. She almost understood that twisted hatred.

But the next moment.

Jiang Bai's face flashed into my mind —

All sympathy and understanding vanished in an instant.

Qian Renxue suddenly opened her eyes, her purple pupils filled with only icy killing intent.

According to Jiang Bai's words, if you give birth but don't raise your child, you can repay the debt by cutting off a finger; but if you raise your child before giving birth, it will be difficult to repay the debt for a hundred lifetimes!

Bibi Dong gave birth to her, but never fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother. Instead, she transferred all her hatred for her father onto her, tormenting her, using her, and even killing the person she loved most.

She owes Bibi Dong nothing.

I owe you nothing.

Bibi Dong—one day, I will kill you with my own hands. I will use your head—to pay tribute to Jiang Bai.

She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down. Then she stood up and said to the golden crocodile.

"Thank you for telling me all this, Grandpa Golden Crocodile. I'm going back to rest now."

Looking at her terrifyingly calm face, Jin E felt a surge of unease. He gently patted Qian Renxue's shoulder, wanting to say something, but in the end, he only sighed.

"Okay. Get some rest and don't think too much."

Qian Renxue nodded, turned and left the training ground.

Qian Renxue's bedroom.

Qian Renxue changed out of her sweat-soaked battle skirt from training and put on a plain white long dress.

She walked to her desk and sat down, but instead of immediately starting to work, she quietly gazed out the window, lost in thought.

After a long while, she spoke softly.

"Someone come here."

A woman dressed in a white maid's uniform quietly pushed open the door and entered, bowing respectfully: "Young Master."

"Go investigate someone for me." Qian Renxue's voice was calm. "Yu Xiaogang, a middle-aged man who claims to be a master and a theoretical researcher."

"Yes, young master." The maid responded and withdrew, her movements clean and efficient.

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Qian Renxue leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and Jin E's words echoed in her mind.

Yu Xiaogang — an outcast of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, and the person Bibi Dong once loved.

A plan slowly took shape in her mind.

Since we can't kill Bibi Dong for the time being, we'll start by tearing open her wounds little by little, starting with the person she cares about most.

At night, a maid delivered a file to Qian Renxue's desk.

Qian Renxue opened the file and carefully examined it by the bright light of the soul guide lamp.

The more she looked, the more her lips involuntarily curled upwards, eventually forming a cold, sarcastic smile.

Qian Renxue closed the file, a cold glint in her eyes.

"Someone come here."

The maid pushed the door open again and entered: "Young Master."

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"Send someone to the Notting City Spirit Hall branch to convey my orders." Qian Renxue's voice was clear and cold. "Immediately stop all spirit master subsidies for a man named Yu Xiaogang. If he tries to exert pressure by producing an elder's token, confiscate that token as well! And temporarily detain him on charges of stealing the elder's token."

How can a piece of trash who isn't even a Soul Master possess an Elder's Token, which only a Title Douluo can hold?

A token symbolizing one of the highest authorities of the Spirit Hall has actually fallen into the hands of a Grand Soul Master.

Even a fool could figure out what other explanation there could be besides Bibi Dong's secret affair.

She paused, then added, "Remember, be polite, after all, he used to be a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family. But if he resists—you can use force appropriately."

"Yes, young master," the maid bowed and replied, just as she was about to leave to make arrangements.

"Wait a minute," Qian Renxue called out to her, "Find me another copy of 'The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls.' I want to see what kind of monster this is."

"Yes, young master." The maid withdrew.

Silence returned to the bedchamber.

Qian Renxue picked up another file that was on the table.

This is a report that was just delivered today regarding the activities of Fallen Soul Masters across mainland China.

She opened the file, her brows gradually furrowing.

The village was attacked; suspected fallen soul masters abducted children—the village was massacred—

Each and every incident is shocking.

"This Bibi Dong—" Qian Renxue's hand unconsciously clenched the paper, her knuckles turning white, "What on earth is she doing?!"

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, maintaining order on the continent and eliminating corrupt spirit masters are his basic duties.

However, in recent years, the activities of Fallen Soul Masters have not decreased, but have instead intensified.

Qian Renxue even suspected that Bibi Dong was secretly condoning, or even possibly exploiting, these fallen soul masters.

For power? For revenge? Or for some far more insane purpose?

Qian Renxue didn't know. But she knew that things couldn't go on like this.

Just then, a maid brought over the book, "The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul".

Qian Renxue took the book. The cover was poorly printed, the paper was rough, and the binding was simple.

She casually flipped through the pages, her gaze sweeping over the so-called "theories."

In no time, Qian Renxue's face turned extremely ugly, as if she had eaten something unclean.

absurd.

This was her only comment.

Half of Yu Xiaogang's ten core competitiveness theories are compilations of common knowledge from the past in the Soul Master world, which he then attributed to himself.

The other half is a flawed and self-contradictory delusion.

What's even more ridiculous is that these cobbled-together, flawed, and inaccurate materials are actually regarded as gospel by some people, and even used to teach students.

Qian Renxue was so angry she almost tore the book up.

She suddenly remembered what Jiang Bai had once said: the academic atmosphere on the mainland needs to be rectified, and some misleading masters should not be allowed to continue to swindle and deceive.

She took it as a joke at the time. But now—

Qian Renxue put down her book, a resolute glint in her purple eyes.

It might be necessary to rectify the academic atmosphere.

She walked to the desk, spread out a sheet of snow-white paper, picked up a quill pen, and dipped it in ink.

The pen tip moved smoothly across the paper, and clear, powerful characters emerged.

Refutation and Revision of Several Issues Regarding the Theory of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul

She is going to write an article.

An academic article that thoroughly refutes Yu Xiaogang's theory from multiple levels, including theoretical foundation, empirical data, and logical deduction.

Then, through the Spirit Hall's channels, it will be made public so that all the spirit masters on the continent can see clearly what kind of person this so-called "master" really is.

This is not just about revenge.

It was also for the sake of—a sentence that Jiang Bai once said.

Knowledge should not be monopolized, and truth should not be distorted.

Qian Renxue didn't know how much her article could change. But she knew she had to do something.

For those students who might be misled by flawed theories.

Also for the boy who once discussed martial spirits and spirit beasts with her, and talked about the future together.

The scratching sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper lingered for a long time in the silent bedroom.

Outside the window, the night was deepening.

The lights of Wuhun City shone like stars, illuminating the most powerful holy land of soul masters on the continent.