Douluo Continent Villain Simulator: Persecuting Qian Renxue at the Start

Chapter 47 Twins

Martial Soul City, the secret chamber of the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong suddenly sat up in bed.

"Xiaoxue..."

He paused for a moment, then reached out and gently pressed his forehead.

"Is it a dream? It feels so real."

She could hardly believe it.

Given the strength of her soul, she hadn't dreamed for nearly twenty years.

So-called sleep is just another form of breathing exercises.

Moreover, the mental torment inflicted by the Rakshasa God's test was simply terrifying, making it impossible for her to fall asleep peacefully.

In that dream, she spent more than a decade.

Although many details are blurry, some scenes feel just like I experienced them firsthand.

"Qian Renxue... Angel God..."

Bibi Dong looked towards the direction of the offering hall, her expression dark and uncertain.

The most crucial element is the central figure who appears in every dream.

Bibi Dong got up and walked out of the secret room, summoning Chrysanthemum Douluo to the Papal Palace.

"Yue Guan, have you heard of Su Cheng? Age... twenty or thirty years old, his martial soul is a sword, and he seems to have some connection with Sword Douluo."

"Su Cheng?" Yue Guan was slightly taken aback, feeling inexplicably that the name seemed somewhat familiar.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "Never heard of it."

Is this person even in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

"I'm not really sure about that."

Nodding, Bibi Dong didn't say anything more, but as she waved for him to leave, she added, "Go check it out. If there's no such person, then forget it."

After Yue Guan left, her expression was slightly blank.

"Xiao Gang... Xiao Gang..."

She couldn't understand why she would have such a dream.

Does this mean they no longer believe in Xiaogang's abilities?

Yu Xiaogang is a weak, incompetent, vain, and deceitful person who seeks fame and fortune.

"How foolish! They would rather believe a weak, incompetent, and deceitful person that even their own clan wouldn't accept than trust the Spirit Hall, which pulled them out of the abyss and raised them up..."

"When you were orphaned and scavenging for scraps in garbage dumps, that young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, living a life of luxury, must have been able to empathize with you, right?"

The mocking voice of that person from my dream echoed in my ears.

"No, it wasn't the Spirit Hall that saved me, it was the Spirit Hall that destroyed me!"

Bibi Dong's slightly ferocious expression calmed down again, and she turned around and went back to her dormitory.

However, once the seeds of self-doubt are planted, will they wither so easily in the soil?

The Imperial City of Heavenly Dou, the Prince's Palace.

The eldest prince, Xue Qinghe—no, it should be Qian Renxue—opened his eyes with a blank expression.

I felt my face was damp, so I reached out and gently wiped it.

"Teacher...why...?"

Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face.

Through the tears, there seemed to be some shadows floating around.

Standing up, Qian Renxue looked around and realized that she was still in the palace and that she was not some kind of angel or god.

He's just a Soul Master who's not even level 50 yet.

But compared to Bibi Dong, her memories in the dream were much more profound.

The decade or so she experienced in her dream felt even longer than her real-life memories.

And that figure that runs throughout.

It didn't feel like a dream at all; it felt like another life.

Although the ending was both tragic and laughable, the process was infinitely more enjoyable than it is now.

Qian Renxue reached out and gently touched her forehead; the sword shadow that pierced her soul seemed to still be before her eyes.

That sword strike shattered not only her divine status, but also her dream.

"It's just a dream, it's just a dream."

Qian Renxue murmured to herself.

"Heh, just a dream? What a joke!"

Another voice sounded in her ear, its tone very similar to her own. Only it was much colder, with a slightly slippery, sticky quality, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue and gently licking her earlobe, giving her a strange, stimulating sensation.

"Who?!"

Qian Renxue suddenly realized what was happening and looked around.

"I am you, and you are me."

A pair of dark eyes appeared in her heart, and she silently met their gaze.

"you?!"

Qian Renxue felt a chill run through her body, then relaxed, "I see..."

"Why not try the method he taught you for restoring vital energy after a broken pulse? You still remember how to use it, don't you?"

Another voice spoke again, its tone full of seduction.

"I forgot," Qian Renxue said coldly.

"No, you haven't forgotten. You're just afraid."

This time, the voice carried a hint of sarcasm, as if it was quite dissatisfied with her answer.

"If you're afraid to face it, then I'll do it."

As the words fell.

A dark shadow emerged from beneath Qian Renxue's feet, then rapidly spread upwards, instantly turning her white dress black.

The whole process was extremely fast, and Qian Renxue was unable to resist at all, or perhaps she didn't particularly resist it in her heart.

This is another side of her.

She had always known about these shadows in her heart.

From a young age, Qian Renxue had already learned how to wear a mask, how to conceal her pain, and how to dispel her loneliness.

But this kind of deception can fool others, but it can't fool oneself.

All her negative emotions were sealed away in her heart like trash, gradually accumulating until today.

Qian Renxue, dressed in black, raised her arm, her hand moving swiftly like the wind, giving the impression of being overwhelmed by the rapid movements.

"Look, this is the method of restoring vital energy after a broken pulse. It's a truly ingenious idea, don't you think?"

"..."

The golden eyes in his heart stared blankly at this scene, containing a complex mix of sorrow and joy.

"You should take a break for a while."

Qian Renxue said as she walked outside, "I will find him."

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

In the study, the two Douluo, Serpent Spear and Porcupine, looked at Qian Renxue, who was dressed in black, with astonishment.

"Is that not allowed?"

Qian Renxue smiled and looked at the two of them with a slight smile.

Qian Renxue rarely smiled, but at this moment, these two Title Douluos would rather she didn't smile.

Seeing the upturned corners of her lips but the cold and calm expression in her eyes, both of them couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

"Mobilize all resources to investigate one person. His martial soul is a sword, and his name is Su Cheng. If any two of these match—appearance, martial soul, or name—report back to me."

As they were talking, Qian Renxue picked up a portrait from the table and handed it to the two of them.

Serpent Spear Douluo reached out and took it, his face showing some hesitation.

"What? You can't do it?"

The Spirit Hall's influence extends across the continent, and all Spirit Masters register at their respective branch halls, making it relatively easy to find an individual.

"What about His Holiness the Pope..."

"Heh, Spirit Hall, since when did she get to make decisions? I still have a score to settle with her."

The two exchanged a glance, not daring to say anything more.

It felt like the young master in front of me had completely changed.

In a remote village in the southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Su Cheng also exited the simulator and opened his eyes.

He is unaware that Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and others have all acquired some of the memories from the simulated world.

Even the dark side of Qian Renxue's heart was awakened as a result.

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(End of this chapter)