Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 267: Lingyun has drifted through half her life without ever meeting her birth mother. If you, sir, do not abandon her, Lingyun is willing to become your godmother.

A series of crisp knocks sounded at the door, followed by a gentle, soft female voice that seemed to come from the front door:

"It's rather impolite of me to come here, but I didn't expect... it's quite lively here!"

"Who!" Wu Yu covered her mouth and shouted indistinctly.

Nana and Yueyue stared at the newcomer in astonishment. They had been standing at the door the whole time, but they had no idea when this woman had arrived.

If this woman hadn't spoken up, they probably wouldn't have discovered her by now!

"So it's the Fourth Elder! What brings you here?" Bai Yuan raised her hand to block Qian Lingyun behind her. She stared coldly at the Fourth Elder, and the Bone Dragon Soul Set quickly covered her entire body like a full suit of armor.

Even so, the beads of sweat on her temples were still clearly visible.

Yes, even now, she is not entirely confident of victory over the Four Elders.

"The Twelve Venerables are all one family, why are you so hostile!" The Fourth Venerable propped his cane on the ground, and gently raised his right hand to casually curl a strand of his long red hair.

Bai Yuan winked at Nana and the other girl, signaling them to step back. She chuckled and said in a deep voice, "It's not that I'm hostile towards you, I'm just curious about your sudden visit!"

"There's nothing particularly curious about it; I just happened to feel like coming to see my daughter!" The Fourth Elder straightened up slightly, looking at Bai Yuan with a mocking expression, and said sarcastically.

"Twelfth Sister, let me give you a piece of advice: the difference between level ninety-three and level ninety-six can't be bridged by your armor. My speed is the third fastest in the entire Holy Spirit Sect!"

"Aside from the two extremes, no one is faster than me. If you really fight me, you might not even have a chance to unleash your soul skill."

"Is that so..." Bai Yuan's face turned cold, thinking to herself: [Fine, so a researcher like me, who's not good at combat, can only ever play high-level matches, huh! What kind of luck is this!]

"Daughter?" Qian Lingyun stood frozen in place, a question forming in her mind: [What the hell? Wasn't her daughter supposed to have died young? Where did she get a daughter from?]

After speaking, the Fourth Master turned slightly to the side and gently beckoned to Bai Yuan's side, saying, "Come here, my dear girl, come to your mother's side."

"Huh!?" Qian Lingyun looked around. Besides herself, the only other person around her was Bai Yuan, a woman who was much older than the Fourth Elder.

It's impossible for the Four Gods to be like that Great God King Tang, who could reverse time and give birth to a child, having a daughter who is 15,000 years old when he is just over 10,000!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, she hesitated for a moment, then finally pointed to herself and said, "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else but you?" The fourth elder put down his fingers, which had been playing with his long hair, and stood with his hands on his hips, scolding him fiercely.

"You little ingrate! You've been away for so long and haven't even written to Mommy! I was so worried about you!"

Under the watchful eyes of Bai Yuan, Wu Yun, and the others, Qian Lingyun felt a little guilty. She nervously clutched the hem of her clothes and tentatively asked, "Are you really talking to me?"

"Hmm." The Fourth Elder nodded matter-of-factly, took a small gray gem from the joint of his staff, and tossed it to Qian Lingyun: "This is a recording soul tool. Take a look for yourself!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qian Lingyun hesitated for a moment before finally channeling her soul power into the gray gem.

Dark purple soul power instantly filled the gray gem, and pale blue light flickered. A square pattern spread out from the top of the gem, reflecting the scene onto the wall.

In the image, a drunken Qian Lingyun has her lower body on the table and her upper body upside down on the chair, forming an inverted C shape. Such a difficult pose would be hard for even a master of contortion to achieve.

"That doesn't prove anything. At most, it just means I drank too much and blacked out!" Qian Lingyun replied, feigning composure. Just as she was about to put the gem away, the Fourth Elder interrupted her, "This is nothing. Keep reading."

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The group turned their attention back to the screen recording...

"Hahaha, you saintess, you're such a wimp! You can't even handle such a little bit!"

In the scene, the Fourth Master props up his head with one hand, points at Qian Lingyun and mocks, "When I was your age, I could drink two jars of this kind in one go, and you can't even handle this little bit! Hahaha."

Qian Lingyun struggled to turn over, let out a burp, and complained, "What's wrong? My family is strict, they won't let me drink, I can't drink, what's wrong! Burp!"

"And what about your family?!" the fourth priest asked with interest, taking a sip of his wine.

"I've already come to the Holy Spirit Cult, why would I ask them?" Qian Lingyun replied lazily, holding an empty wine jar in one hand and resting her head on the other.

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent, because among the members of the Holy Spirit Church, not one in a thousand had both parents alive.

Even someone like Zhongli Wu, who still has a mother, is extremely rare...

The projected image continued, showing the Fourth Elder bending down to lift Qian Lingyun from the ground, pulling her into his arms, and comforting her, "Although you've lost your mother, don't be too sad. Anyway, not many people in our Holy Spirit Cult have mothers anymore!"

For a moment, the entire room fell silent. Although the four elders were telling the truth, it didn't sound like comfort at all!

It's more like... an insult...

Qian Lingyun's expression was somewhat unnatural. She had no memory of what happened after she blacked out that day, only that she had been taken back to her room when she woke up.

"Hmm, here comes the important part," the fourth elder said with amusement, pointing to the video on the wall, which was playing back to the most exciting part...

"Wow!!"

The drunken Qian Lingyun was comforted by the Fourth Elder and burst into tears. The Fourth Elder, who was almost a mother, was indeed a master at ruining children.

She actually crumpled up the napkin on the table and stuffed it into Qian Lingyun's mouth, physically stopping Qian Lingyun's crying.

Qian Lingyun's face darkened. She had wondered why her mouth tasted bitter when she woke up that day. It turned out that someone had stuffed a napkin into her mouth when she blacked out!

The fourth priest chuckled and pointed to the wall, gently soothingly saying, "Hehehe, my dear daughter, don't blame Mommy! Is this your first time being a mother? Don't you have any experience? It's not too late to get angry after you've seen it all!"

"I..." Qian Lingyun took a deep breath, suppressing her dissatisfaction as she continued reading.

In the scene, Qian Lingyun was silent, but tears were still streaming down her face. The Fourth Master pulled the napkin out of Qian Lingyun's mouth and pulled her head into his arms: "Don't cry, don't cry, you'll look ugly if you cry. I'll take the loss, I'll be your mother! How about it?"

"Huh?!" Qian Lingyun looked at the four elders in a daze, her hazy little eyes seemingly filled with a big question mark!

"She's still somewhat conscious! Come on, drink some more and see!" The fourth priest's face stiffened, and he took out another jar of wine, coaxing and tricking Qian Lingyun into drinking half of it.

"How is it, my dear daughter? Can you still drink?" The Fourth Elder looked at Qian Lingyun with some nervousness and smiled, "If you call out a few times what I like to hear, you don't need to drink anymore!"

"Mom!" Qian Lingyun shouted loudly, hiccuping from the alcohol.

"Hey!" The fourth master casually tossed the wine jar aside, responded to Qian Lingyun's words, and hugged her even tighter.

After that earth-shattering cry of "Mom!", the projection was almost over, but Qian Lingyun wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She felt ashamed that her dark past had been seen by others, and she could no longer stay in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Seeing the incredibly strange changes in Qian Lingyun's expression, the Fourth Elder's expression also turned strange. She threw down her cane, stepped forward, grabbed Qian Lingyun's ear, and hissed:

"Hey, hey, hey, you used to call me 'Mom' so sweetly, why don't you call me that anymore! Am I making you feel bad being my mom?!"

"I'm not upset, but please let go of my hand first, it hurts," Qian Lingyun cried out, covering her ears.

Why does everyone like to pull her ears?

Qian Renxue liked it, Electrolux liked it, and even the Four Elders liked it.

"Don't let go, hurry up and call for Mom!" The fourth priest, expressionless, grabbed her ear and refused to let go no matter what.

"Impossible! A young lady is born into this world, how can she remain gloomy and withdrawn for long..." Qian Lingyun rarely resisted so forcefully.

"I am a registered marquis of the Sun Moon Empire, with properties all over the Sun Moon Empire. In a few years, the title and all that will be yours! How about it, is this enough for you to change your address?" The Fourth Elder was relentless and refused to give in, determined to make Qian Lingyun change her address before he would stop.

"..." Qian Lingyun fell silent.

Didn't you say you came from a small family and were just the head chef of the royal kitchen? How come you also have a marquisate and a large number of properties?

Are all of you people really that outrageous?

Qian Lingyun believed that her integrity was very valuable.

But... the offerings from the four altars were far too many.

She rubbed her forehead anxiously, finally deciding that a son's (or daughter's) knees are more valuable than gold.

Now that there's a chance to cash out, naturally I'll look for an opportunity to do so.

A simple "Mom" can bring in millions in wealth; unless you've lost your mind, you couldn't possibly refuse!

After thinking it over, Qian Lingyun immediately changed her words:

"Having spent half my life adrift, I only regret not having met my birth mother. If you do not abandon me, I, Lingyun, am willing to become your godmother..."

"..."

The fourth priestess's expression softened slightly, and the hand that had been gripping her ear loosened its grip a little. She tentatively called out, "Lingyun, my son!"

"Your son is here!"

"My good daughter!" the fourth servant said again.

"Hey, Mommy!" Qian Lingyun replied with a forced smile.

Looking at the loving mother and smiling daughter, Bai Yuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly: The Holy Maiden truly deserves to be called a person capable of great things! She is indeed flexible and adaptable!

Low emotional intelligence: greedy for money.

High emotional intelligence: being able to be flexible and adaptable.

And so, the trip, originally planned for six people, suddenly had one more person added, but no one objected, and the reason... was obvious.

The Wu sisters respect the strong. Nana and Yueyue, as maids, are not eligible to vote. Bai Yuan is not cut out for fighting.

Of the six people, none of them except Qian Lingyun could beat this eccentric gourmet.

Would Qian Lingyun drive away her newly recognized adoptive mother? The answer is naturally no.

Who would refuse a godmother who is willing to spend lavishly on you and plans to pass on her family fortune to you?

That evening, Qian Lingyun stood on a tree branch, took a deep breath, and shouted into the empty yard, "Mommy, food! I'm hungry!"

Less than three seconds later, a smiling face suddenly peeked out from an empty room in the courtyard. She looked directly at Qian Lingyun perched in the tree branch, a hint of tenderness in her eyes, and softly asked, "My dear daughter, what would you like to eat?"

"I love anything Mommy makes!" Qian Lingyun replied with a smile, thinking to herself, [Hehehe, she's the imperial chef, so she should be able to whip up something delicious even with just a little effort!]

It must be said that Qian Lingyun has done an excellent job in greeting people in the morning and evening, and has almost completely won over the heart of the middle-aged widow of the Fourth Master.

In less than a day, Qian Lingyun and the four elders had already begun to stage a drama of maternal love and filial piety.

His solicitous tone and sycophantic attitude made Bai Yuan feel a pang of jealousy. She silently dissected the corpse with a saw, intending to numb her complicated feelings with work and hobbies.

Fourth Offering: I know this girl is actually faking it, but at least she has the attitude of being a good daughter. It's consensual, and I'll kill anyone who meddles in my business!

Qian Lingyun: I know she knows I'm pretending, and I know I'm pretending too, but she doesn't mind, so naturally I don't mind either. Like I said, if anyone dares to cut off my source of income, I'll kill them.

As the sun sets and night falls...

A large round table, big enough for six people to eat, had appeared in the courtyard sometime during the day, complete with six sets of tableware and plates.

"Haha! Here comes the chicken soup for the soul!"

The four deities used their soul power to lift a strange-looking pot and place it in front of everyone.

Bai Yuan was silent for a moment, then timidly raised her hand and asked curiously, "This pot looks familiar. I feel like I've seen it somewhere before..."

"I remember this was where I stored the warehouse stuff, what was it used to store again..." Wu Yu nudged Wu Yun's elbow and asked in a low voice, "Sister, do you remember what that pot in the storage room was used for?"

"I remember... that thing was used to store those Soul-Extinguishing Powders we got from headquarters..." Wu Yun's heart skipped a beat as she finished speaking. She quickly pressed down on the pot lid and said, "Did you wash this pot?!"

"It's washed!" Qian Lingyun nodded, removed Wu Yun's hand from the pot lid, and used a ladle to serve a bowl to everyone present, teasingly saying:

"This chicken soup is incredibly delicious! Drink it! Everyone, drink it!"

Wu Yun and Wu Yu said in unison, "Tell me honestly, did you wash this pot or not...?"

"Of course it was washed," the fourth servant said, giving the two girls a disdainful look. He picked up the porcelain bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and then spat it out with a "pfft."

What a coincidence... sitting next to her was her adopted daughter, Qian Lingyun.

Stop raising books, or they'll die!

(End of this chapter)