Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

She was curious about what the final outcome would be for Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue's grand gesture.

Meanwhile, inside the offering hall.

After days of continuous discussion and research, combined with past observations of Bibi Dong and extensive theoretical deductions, the think tank led by Qian Daoliu finally drafted a preliminary outline of a cultivation plan tailored for Snow White.

"This is all we can do for now."

Qian Daoliu rubbed his temples, his eyes showing fatigue but even more excitement.

"This plan is enough to ensure that Xiaoxue'er is completely safe before reaching the Soul Saint level. However, after level 70, especially when adding a Soul Ring to the second Martial Soul, the energy impact and physical burden at those critical points are difficult to predict accurately due to a lack of practical experience."

He looked at Qian Renxue with a deep gaze: "Xue'er, this plan is good, but to ensure it is foolproof, I'm afraid we will still need that woman's experience in the end."

Qian Renxue's heart sank. The moment she least wanted to face had finally arrived.

She looked at the plan on the table, a culmination of her grandfather's and many researchers' hard work, and then thought of Snow White, far away in the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, completely unaware of it…

The mother's concern ultimately overcame all resistance.

Qian Renxue slowly stood up, her eyes becoming firm and resolute: "I understand, Grandpa. I'll go to the Papal Palace now."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable determination.

For her daughter's sake, she had to try, even if it meant facing Bibi Dong's coldness and humiliation.

Qian Daoliu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar determination in his granddaughter's eyes, sighed slightly, and nodded.

“Go. No matter the outcome, your grandfather, you, and the entire Hall of Worship will be that child’s strongest support.”

……

Outside the Papal Palace.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions surging within her.

The deep-seated fear, alienation, and even resentment she felt towards Bibidon were now forcibly suppressed by her worries about Snow White's future.

For her daughter's sake, she had to take this step.

The Templar Knights guarding the temple gate had clearly been instructed beforehand. Upon seeing Qian Renxue, they did not stop her, but simply bowed respectfully and then silently pushed open the heavy door.

The light inside the Papal Palace was dim, with shadows cast by the high dome and a long scarlet carpet stretching all the way to the high papal throne.

Bibi Dong sat there, dressed in a magnificent purple papal robe, wearing a purple-gold crown, and holding a scepter. She did not look towards the door, but rather tilted her head slightly, seemingly reviewing a document in her hands. Her exquisite profile appeared cold and aloof in the light and shadow.

Qian Renxue walked into the hall step by step, her high heels clicking clearly on the polished floor.

With every step she took, she could feel the scrutiny emanating from the throne.

She walked to the center of the hall, stopped, and bowed slightly in accordance with etiquette: "Your Holiness the Pope."

Bibi Dong seemed to only then notice her presence, slowly raising her head. Her purple eyes fell on Qian Renxue, devoid of any warmth, only cold scrutiny and a hint of mockery.

"You're back?" Her voice was flat and emotionless.

"It seems that the affairs of the Heaven Dou Empire are not too busy, allowing the young master to have time to return to Wuhun City, and even alarming the Grand Elder, who has to mobilize the top-secret files in the hall."

Bibi Dong's words were undisguisedly sarcastic, clearly indicating that she already knew about the commotion in the Hall of Offerings and attributed it to Qian Renxue's return.

Qian Renxue's heart tightened slightly, but she maintained a calm expression.

"I have urgent business to attend to back in the palace. It was not my intention to disturb Your Majesty."

"Oh?" Bibi Dong put down the documents in her hand, leaned forward slightly, rested her elbows on the armrests of the throne, interlaced her fingers, and adopted a condescending and scrutinizing posture.

"What kind of important matter would require the use of core research on twin martial souls? Could it be that the young master has discovered some once-in-a-millennium genius in the Heaven Dou Empire and is eager to add to the Spirit Hall's fighting strength?"

Bibi Dong did not believe Qian Renxue's explanation. In her opinion, Qian Renxue's actions were nothing more than an attempt to cultivate her own power in order to oppose her, the Pope.

Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment.

She knew that telling the truth directly might have unpredictable consequences, but beating around the bush wouldn't achieve the same goal either.

She raised her head, looked directly into Bibi Dong's cold eyes, and decided to get straight to the point, but selectively revealed information.

"It is indeed related to a person with twin martial souls. This person has exceptional talent and is crucial to the future of our Spirit Hall. However, his martial soul is special, and his cultivation method is a matter of life and death. Therefore, we have to seek help from the experience accumulated within the hall to ensure everything goes smoothly."

"Exceptional talent?" Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, her laughter tinged with disdain.

Chapter 53 Surprise

"How good can it be? Could it possibly surpass me? The cultivation of twin martial souls is not something that can be solved by mere theoretical discussion. Without the guidance of someone who has personally experienced it, even the best plan is nothing but a castle in the air, a laughing stock."

Bibi Dong's words were like a cold, sharp knife, precisely piercing Qian Renxue's deepest fears.

Qian Renxue clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms again. She knew that Bibi Dong was telling the truth, which was why she was standing here at this moment.

"Your Majesty is absolutely right." Qian Renxue forced herself to remain calm and humble.

"That is why I have taken the liberty of coming here to humbly request Your Holiness the Pope to grant me some guidance for the sake of the Spirit Hall's future, even if it is just some precautions for early cultivation or the key milestones after level 70."

"Guides?"

Bibi Dong seemed to have heard something extremely ridiculous. She slowly stood up and walked down the high steps, her papal robe trailing on the ground with a rustling sound.

She walked up to Qian Renxue, the two of them very close, and Qian Renxue could even feel the cold and powerful aura emanating from her.

"Qian Renxue." Bibi Dong called her by her name directly, her purple eyes seeming to freeze with ice.

"What makes you think I would easily tell you the experience I've gained through life and death, through countless pains and hardships? To train someone who might use me against me in the future?"

Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like an ice pick, piercing Qian Renxue's heart.

"Or do you think that just because you're the young master, or because of that man's bloodline," Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with deep disgust and pain at the mention of Qian Xunji, "that I'll have to look at you differently?"

Qian Renxue's face paled slightly; Bibi Dong's reaction was more intense and direct than she had anticipated.

The intense hatred and rejection were almost tangible, making her feel suffocated.

She knew that trying to move Bibi Dong with the spirit of the Spirit Hall or kinship was simply wishful thinking.

Between them, all that remained was cold exploitation and confrontation.

But, for the sake of snow.

Qian Renxue suddenly raised her head, a resolute glint in her eyes.

She can't give up! She has to gain that experience!

"Your Holiness the Pope!" Qian Renxue's voice rose slightly, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, but more so with a resolute determination.

"I'm not doing this for myself! That child, she's extremely important to me! I absolutely cannot stand by and watch her die because of improper cultivation..."

“Important?” Bibi Dong interrupted her, her eyes filled with even more mockery.

"A wild child you found somewhere doesn't deserve your attention. Qian Renxue, your weakness is ridiculous."

The words "wild child" pierced Qian Renxue's heart like needles, instantly igniting her suppressed anger and maternal instincts.

"She's not a wild child!"

Qian Renxue blurted out, her voice becoming somewhat shrill with excitement.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them, but seeing Bibi Dong's suddenly sharp and probing gaze, she knew there was no going back.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, looking Qian Renxue up and down as she was clearly losing control of her emotions.

She knew her daughter too well; Qian Renxue had always been proud and restrained, and rarely lost her composure like this.

unless…

A thought that was utterly absurd, yet could explain why Qian Daoliu was making such a fuss and why Qian Renxue was so anxious and out of control, suddenly flashed through Bibi Dong's mind.

Her gaze sharpened, as if she wanted to see right through Qian Renxue, inside and out.

“Oh? Not a wild child?” Bibi Dong’s voice became slow and filled with pressure.

"Then who is she? Who could make you lose your composure like this, make that old man Qian Daoliu make such a fuss, and even make you come to beg me?"

She took a step closer, almost touching Qian Renxue's face, her icy breath brushing against Qian Renxue's cheek.

"Qian Renxue, tell me, who exactly is that child with twin martial souls?"

Bibi Dong spoke the last three words slowly and deliberately, with an undeniable air of authority and an almost terrifying insight.

Qian Renxue's heart pounded wildly, and her blood seemed to rush to her head and then quickly recede, making her feel dizzy.

She instinctively wanted to back away, to deny it, but under Bibi Dong's all-seeing gaze, all lies seemed pale and powerless.

She knew she couldn't hide it anymore.

Or rather, she revealed too much from the moment she lost control of her emotions.

Looking at Qian Renxue's pale face and flickering eyes, Bibi Dong's absurd conjecture became clearer and clearer.

For the first time, a genuine look of shock appeared on her face, a mixture of disbelief and an extremely complex emotion that even she herself could not discern.

Silence spread through the hall, the air seemingly frozen solid.

After a long silence, Qian Renxue seemed to have all her strength drained away, or like a mother beast driven to the brink of despair. She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with a desperate glint of defiance and a hint of defiance, and growled in a hoarse voice, "Yes! You guessed right! She is my daughter! My own flesh and blood! Are you satisfied now!"

When Qian Renxue shouted those words at Bibi Dong, it was as if she had used up all her strength. Her body swayed slightly, but she still stubbornly straightened her back and stared straight at Bibi Dong, as if waiting for the final judgment.

Bibi Dong was completely stunned.

Even though she already had a suspicion, the sheer shock of Qian Renxue admitting it still left her momentarily speechless.

Qian Renxue's daughter? Twin martial souls? The bloodline of the Qian family?

The combination of these words has a far greater impact than anything before.

She looked at Qian Renxue, at that face that resembled her own but was younger and more stubborn, and for the first time felt a sense of absurdity that was completely out of her control.

And a slight flutter in her heart that even Bibi Dong herself hadn't noticed.

The one she had always loathed, the one she saw as the continuation of that man's life, had actually become pregnant.

A deathly silence fell over the hall, with only the two people's slightly rapid breathing clearly audible.

The coldness and mockery on Bibi Dong's face gradually faded, replaced by an extremely complex and gloomy expression.

She slowly took a step back, looking Qian Renxue up and down again. Her eyes were unpredictable, as if she was reassessing the person in front of her and this sudden truth.

"Your...daughter?"

After a long pause, Bibi Dong finally spoke slowly, her voice somewhat dry and carrying a strange tone.