Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me!" Flander retorted, his neck stiff and his expression unyielding.

"You're my good brother, so don't say things like that again."

"Brother Fu... I, Yu Xiaogang, am truly blessed to have met a good brother like you in this life."

Flander grinned and said, "Don't worry, we brothers are of one mind, there's no obstacle we can't overcome. Whatever happens in the future, we'll face it together."

“Okay.” Yu Xiaogang nodded emphatically.

"By the way, Boss Fu, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's leave. If those two come back, we'll be in danger."

“You’re right.” Flander’s expression became wary. “Let’s leave the Star Dou Great Forest first.”

The two immediately turned around and headed towards the edge of the forest.

Flanders led the way, cautiously observing the surroundings.

Yu Xiaogang followed behind him, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

He watched Flander's retreating figure, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

The ten-year soul ring is indeed a stain that he can never wash away.

But it's not entirely useless.

At least for today, he used this spirit ring to show that he was enduring humiliation and hardship, thus completely binding Flander.

He knew Flanders, a man of deep feelings and loyalty, all too well; he was most susceptible to genuine emotions.

He might not listen to reason with you.

But if you're loyal to him, he might just risk his life for you.

Such people are the easiest to control.

Yu Xiaogang believed that with his extraordinary wisdom, Flanders would only be led by the nose by him for the rest of his life.

Moreover, Flander has considerable talent and will surely become a powerful figure in the future.

This will be a powerful network of connections in Yu Xiaogang's hands, a pawn in his future revenge against the Spirit Hall.

Moreover, if he succeeds in proving himself in the future, he can use this spirit ring to embellish what happened today and make it sound tragic enough.

For example, a genius theoretical researcher, in order to save his brother, willingly endured humiliation and was forced by the evil Spirit Hall to absorb a ten-year spirit ring.

At that time, they will all sympathize with his plight and admire his loyalty.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang's mood improved, and his steps became lighter.

Did the Spirit Hall think that this would destroy them?

What wishful thinking!

……

Sunset.

Martial Soul City, behind the Papal Palace.

Chihiro's residence.

Under the flowering vines in the corner of the courtyard wall, there is a swing.

A small figure sat on the swing; it was Qian Renxue.

She was wearing a pale yellow dress, and her two short legs were dangling in mid-air.

Swinging back and forth on the swing, it occasionally emits silvery laughter.

Now two years old, she is exquisitely beautiful, with skin as white and tender as a peeled egg, and a pair of big, bright eyes.

Anyone who saw her would know that this girl was destined to be an unparalleled beauty.

Behind the swing, there was a woman gently pushing it, her movements tender and rhythmic.

The woman was Ling Yuan.

Since having Qian Renxue, Ling Yuan no longer concern herself with the affairs of the Spirit Hall, focusing all her attention on her daughter.

Having been a mother for two years, the sharp edge of her titled Douluo aura had faded considerably, replaced by a gentler demeanor.

"Mom, a little higher!"

Qian Renxue called out in a soft, sweet voice, her two little hands gripping the swing ropes tightly, her little head tilted back.

"Okay, then you'd better hold on tight."

Ling Yuan smiled and responded, then gently pushed the swing forward.

As the swing began to sway, Qian Renxue laughed even harder, her laughter echoing in the courtyard.

After playing for a long time, the swing gradually came to a stop.

Ling Yuan bent down and picked up Qian Renxue in one swift motion, her movements gentle and practiced.

Chapter 112 Qian Renxue's Happy Childhood, Soul Core

"Mom, when is Dad coming back?"

Qian Renxue wrapped her arms around Ling Yuan's neck, tilted her head, and asked, her big eyes blinking.

Ling Yuan smiled and reached out to tidy her wind-blown blonde hair: "It should be soon."

"Will Daddy bring me something delicious?" Qian Renxue blinked, her face full of anticipation.

Ling Yuan gently tapped her forehead: "You, all you ever think about is eating."

As the mother and daughter were chatting and laughing, a tall, slender figure walked into the courtyard.

It was Qian Xunji, his steps were unhurried, and a faint smile was on his face.

"Oh, Dad's home!"

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up immediately, and she squirmed in Ling Yuan's arms, her little arms and legs flailing wildly:

"Mommy, put me down! Put me down!"

Ling Yuan smiled and put her on the ground.

As soon as she let go, Qian Renxue ran out, her short legs moving incredibly fast, her little skirt fluttering slightly in the wind.

Chihiro quickly took two steps, squatted down, and opened her arms.

Qian Renxue buried her head in his chest and nuzzled against him.

The next moment, he lifted Qian Renxue high in his arms.

"Xiaoxue, do you miss your dad?"

Qian Xunji's voice was very low and gentle, her eyes full of doting affection.

At this moment, he showed no trace of the Pope's majesty, but was just like an ordinary father.

"Yes," Qian Renxue answered crisply.

Then she changed the subject: "Dad, did you bring me anything delicious?"

Qian Xunji couldn't help but laugh when he saw her expectant look.

“Of course.” He freed one hand and took out a beautifully packaged pastry from his soul tool.

After opening it, he held it to Qian Renxue's lips: "Here, Xiaoxue, have a taste."

Qian Renxue held the pastry in her two small hands, lowered her head and took a bite, a little crumb getting on the corner of her mouth.

"Wow, this is delicious!" Her eyes lit up immediately, and she mumbled indistinctly.

Immediately afterwards, she brought the pastry in her hand to Qian Xunji's mouth, her little face full of seriousness: "Daddy, you eat too!"

Qian Xunji lowered her head, took a small bite, and nodded with a smile: "Mmm, it's really delicious."

Qian Renxue turned her head again, holding up the half-pastry and waving it at Ling Yuan:

"Mom, you eat too."

Ling Yuan walked over, took a small bite, and said with a smile, "Alright, it's almost dinner time, so eat less."

"But it's so delicious!" Qian Renxue pouted, her tone slightly aggrieved, and took another bite.

Ling Yuan smiled helplessly, reached out and gently wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth, her movements tender and affectionate.

The family of three was enjoying a warm moment when two figures appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

It was Su Mo and Bibi Dong.

They had just arrived at the Spirit Hall, and their purpose in coming here was quite simple.

Firstly, to let her know she was safe and sound; secondly, Su Mo had been in seclusion for a long time and hadn't visited Qian Renxue in a long time, so he came to check on her.

"Oh, it's Brother Su Mo!"

Qian Renxue immediately became excited and struggled desperately in Qian Xunji's arms, "Daddy, put me down quickly."

Seeing this, Qian Xunji felt a pang of sadness and put Qian Renxue down.

Qian Renxue ran up to Su Mo in a flash, hugged his leg, and looked up at him with her little face.

"Brother Su Mo, you haven't come to see Xiaoxue in so long. Xiaoxue misses you so much."

Su Mo squatted down and reached out to touch her head: "Brother missed you too, that's why I came to see you."

Bibi Dong stood to the side, hands on her hips, deliberately putting on a stern face: "Little Xue'er, don't you miss your sister?"

Qian Renxue quickly let go of Su Mo, turned around and hugged Bibi Dong's long legs: "I miss it."

Bibi Dong couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to pinch her little cheek: "That's more like it."

At this moment, Qian Xunji and Ling Yuan walked over.

"Was the trip successful?" Qianxun asked.

"Yes, it went quite smoothly." Su Mo nodded.

"Alright," Ling Yuan said with a smile. "Don't just stand there, come inside. Dong'er, Xiao Mo, have dinner here tonight."

Su Mo smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I'll trouble you, teacher and teacher's wife."