Douluo Continent Villain Simulator: Persecuting Qian Renxue at the Start

Chapter 36 His Diary

Although Su Cheng had quite a few books in his room, Qian Renxue had already read them all, and some of the more important ones had even been read over and over again.

At that moment, I had absolutely no interest in continuing to read.

"It's been a month, why hasn't the teacher come back yet?"

After lying listlessly on the table for a while, Qian Renxue got up and started wandering around the room.

He moved the books in the bookcase around, tidied up a few manuscripts scattered outside, and then stood by the window to look at the scenery outside.

Finally, she returned to the spacious chair, lay back, stretched, and revealed her beautiful waistline.

Unfortunately, no one has the chance to see this beautiful scene.

Although she usually spends her time here, the area behind the desk has always been a no-go zone for her.

That was Su Cheng's territory.

"what?"

As Qian Renxue reclined in her chair, she suddenly noticed a locked drawer behind her desk.

A surge of curiosity welled up inside me.

After sitting up straight and hesitating for a moment, she still reached out her hand.

Although the drawer was locked, it was clearly no match for a Soul Master.

Instead of trying to pick the lock, she simply removed the padlock's latch, making it easier to restore.

Upon opening the drawer, a stack of notebooks came into view.

"Could this be...?"

A guess flashed through my mind.

Qian Renxue's breathing quickened slightly, and she felt a strange sense of excitement.

Opening the notebook, the handwriting looked extremely childish, as if it were written by a young child.

"2611.2.5

My adoptive father said that my biological father died at the hands of Qian Xunji, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

I must cultivate diligently so that I can avenge my father in the future.

As expected, this was indeed her teacher Su Cheng's diary.

However, the content on the very first page made her a little overwhelmed.

She pursed her lips and continued flipping through the pages.

"2611.2.6

Why can't I understand it at all?

Learning swordsmanship is really difficult.

"..."

"2611.4.11

My adoptive father said I had very poor talent in swordsmanship.

It's okay, I'll just practice more if I lack talent.

"..."

"2614.3.6

Tomorrow is the day of the Martial Soul Awakening.

My adoptive father said I could inherit the Bladeless Sword. How much innate soul power would I have?

I will never dishonor the sword in my hand.

I want to become a strong person like my father and adoptive father.

"2614.3.7

Fate is always unpredictable.

I know they're all laughing at me behind my back.

"..."

Qian Renxue sat in Su Cheng's chair, holding a notebook in her hands, silently turning the pages one by one.

She read it with extreme care, far more seriously than when studying those cultivation scriptures.

Su Cheng's innocent infancy, his silent childhood, his resilient adolescence, and his confident youth...

It seemed that a figure was clearly sketched in Qian Renxue's mind, and then slowly grew up.

She too felt joy and sorrow along with the figure's emotions.

He continued reading, finishing one book and then taking out another.

The writing style in the diary gradually matured from its initial immaturity.

Until the day she saw the two of them meet.

"2626.10.7

What a wonderful coincidence! My apprentice is actually Qian Xunji's daughter.

I don't hate her; on the contrary, I pity her. I know what it feels like for a child to lose his father at a young age.

... "

Qian Renxue's eyes were as calm as water, and the smile on her lips instantly softened.

Su Cheng's image in her mind has always been both clear and vague.

Clear and natural because we see each other every day, and he is both a teacher and a friend to me, and the person I am closest to.

But this teacher was too versatile and unpredictable, always creating unimaginable miracles, and his attitude towards her was also unpredictable, making him seem unattainable in her heart.

I only learned today that Su Cheng had also experienced confusion, setbacks, disappointment, and ecstasy.

In her heart, Su Cheng now seems more like a human being than an omnipotent god.

However, as Qian Renxue continued to look back, her heart sank as if she had stepped into thin air, and a feeling of weightlessness instantly overwhelmed her...

"There's something fishy about Qian Xunji's cause of death; it's highly likely he wasn't killed by Tang Hao..."

"The last person Qian Xunji saw before his death was Bibi Dong. And it wasn't until several days after he disappeared that Bibi Dong announced the cause of Qian Xunji's death..."

"Bibi Dong once possessed the Killing God Domain of the Slaughter City. She has likely already undergone the trials of divine succession, and is a powerful and bloodthirsty Asura God..."

"I'm 90% certain that Qian Xunji was devoured alive by Bibi Dong... Although this child was born into nobility, his life has been far too tragic..."

"Snapped!"

The diary in her hand fell to the ground.

Qian Renxue, however, was completely unaware.

"Impossible, impossible..."

She said she didn't believe it, but her face was pale and her eyes were vacant.

Qian Renxue was certainly not stupid, but she had never thought of it in this direction before.

Bibi Dong's almost hostile indifference towards her, and her deeply suppressed and profound hatred towards Qian Xunji.

No matter how hard you try to hide it, it's impossible to remain completely undetected after so many years.

Combined with Su Cheng's analysis and conclusions in the diary, as well as the clues about the divine inheritance.

At this point, Qian Renxue was almost certain that this information was probably the truth.

She suddenly felt dizzy.

My limbs are stiff and my hands and feet are cold.

She wanted to question Bibi Dong and ask her why she did this.

But she didn't dare.

It's not just about fearing the truth.

More importantly, Su Cheng wrote very clearly in his diary that he did not want her to know about this now.

After what happened today, if there's anyone in this world she can still trust, it's Su Cheng.

Blood vessels appeared in Qian Renxue's eyes, and a dim red light obscured her vision.

That was the dark side of her mind caused by her childhood environment, and now, under her extremely unstable mental state, it was showing signs of taking root and sprouting further.

However, at that moment, another figure seemed to appear in front of her.

Su Cheng reached out and stroked her forehead.

A gentle gaze fell upon him.

Qian Renxue lowered her head, her golden hair falling down.

He helplessly covered his face with his palms.

In the past month, she had never missed Su Cheng as much as she did now.

Half a day later, inside the Hall of Worship in Wuhun City.

Qian Renxue calmly found Qian Daoliu.

"Grandpa, do you know the real cause of Father's death?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's face showed a hint of surprise, as if he had not expected her to suddenly ask this question.

After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "Didn't he die after being seriously injured by Tang Hao? Sigh, you must be missing your father again."

After saying that, he reached out to gently stroke his granddaughter's head to comfort her.

Qian Renxue took a step back without making a sound, avoiding his palm.

She gave a slightly stiff smirk and said in a low voice, "Yes, I miss him a little."

Then he looked up and stared directly into Qian Daoliu's eyes, "Why can't we attack the Haotian Sect and avenge my father?"

"This involves an agreement I made with Tang Chen..."

After a long silence, Qian Daoliu began to explain in a low voice.

Before he defeated Tang Chen, the patriarch of the Clear Sky Sect, the people of the Spirit Hall would not set foot in the Clear Sky Sect.

(End of this chapter)