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Though Bibi Dong's explanation made perfect sense, the scene still shocked Qian Renxue to her core—it was a blatant challenge to everything she had ever known.
Moreover, aside from the two martial souls, Qian Renxue sensed something else. She gently stimulated the red soul imprint on her hand with her soul power, and instantly, seven soul rings appeared around her body—a perfect configuration of two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red ring.
A flood of soul skill information rushed into her mind, leaving her momentarily dazed. She murmured softly: "Is this Mother's power? It's truly formidable. If Mother hadn't been so foolishly love-struck back then, I, supposedly the greatest genius, would have been nothing but a joke in her presence."
Bibi Dong nodded approvingly. After all, whether it was herself or this timeline's version of Bibi Dong, they were both essentially Bibi Dong—so this compliment indirectly praised her as well.
Afterward, Ye Tianhun gave Qian Renxue specific instructions regarding her mission, and then he and Bibi Dong departed.
As for Raksha...
Looking at her mother, now peacefully asleep without a trace of her usual ferocity, Qian Renxue let out a deep sigh. She then carried Raksha to her own room.
No matter what, Raksha was the woman who had given birth to her. Qian Renxue couldn't simply abandon her, even though Bibi Dong had said that Raksha was now completely broken and would likely remain deranged upon waking. Qian Renxue refused to let her mother face annihilation by human hands, so she personally took on the responsibility of caring for Raksha.
After all, Raksha was only a Super Douluo. Ye Tianhun and Bibi Dong didn't object, but before leaving, they sealed away Raksha's cultivation entirely to ensure she couldn't harm Qian Renxue.
As for the distant Rakshasa God?
Heh. With Bibi Dong—a Supreme God King Goddess of Desire, surpassing even the First-Class Rakshasa God—it was child's play for her to deceive the Rakshasa God, who resided thousands of light-years away.
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The next day, when Raksha opened her eyes, there was no trace of the madness from the previous night. Her gaze was lifeless, as if all her desires had been extinguished.
Her life had become a joke, and she had suffered an irredeemable social death in front of her daughter. At this moment, Raksha's heart was utterly dead.
As for losing her cultivation? Raksha had never cared about such things as soul power. All she had ever wanted was sincere love. What was wrong with that?
But why had she ended up like this?
Perhaps... it was because she had been too stupid.
Raksha's lips curled into a bitter smile, but her body remained motionless.
"Fine," she thought. "I don't care anymore. Let me starve to death."
However, just as Raksha's thoughts drifted off, the soft sound of a door opening interrupted her. Yet, her gaze remained as still as a withered tree, lying motionless on the bed.
It was only then that Raksha noticed the familiar fragrance lingering in the air—the same scent that belonged to her daughter, Qian Renxue.
Something clicked in Raksha's mind. With hollow eyes, she scanned the unfamiliar ceiling above her. Strangely, it felt familiar. Wasn't this the room where her daughter often retreated to grieve in solitude?
Realizing the extent of her past mistakes, a single tear of regret finally slipped from the corner of Raksha's eye.
If only she hadn't been so foolish as to fall in love with Yu Xiaogang... perhaps, perhaps she would still be the revered Pope, living a new and fulfilling life. She had ruined everything herself.
At that moment, a gentle hand wiped away Raksha's tears.
Qian Renxue's expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed an undeniable tenderness. Softly, she spoke:
"It's alright, Mother. Everything is over now."
Pausing briefly, Qian Renxue's eyes hardened with determination. "From now on, leave everything to me. I will create a new world—a world where you can smile again."
Her voice was young and unpolished, yet solemn. At this moment, Qian Renxue seemed to have severed all ties with her past self, shedding the last traces of innocence. She had fully transformed into a strong, career-driven woman.
What kind of world would make Raksha smile again?
Perhaps it would be a world without orphans, where everyone could experience the warmth of family.
Or maybe it would be a just world where all evildoers were brought to justice.
Or perhaps it would be a second chance at life for Raksha, where Qian Renxue erased the painful memories from her past and allowed her to start anew.
Though Qian Renxue didn't yet know how to achieve this, the once-hesitant girl was gone.
At this moment, Qian Renxue swore in the name of the Angel God to create a new Spirit Empire, spreading the righteous light of the Angel God across this yet-unified continent.
And to accomplish this, Qian Renxue's eyes turned icy cold.
"Tang San," she vowed silently, "though those two elders said I couldn't act against you now, just wait. From this moment on, I will sever all your wings—whether they're remnants of the Hao Tian Sect or anything else. I won't let this world suffer under your influence any longer!"
Raksha stared blankly at Qian Renxue's ever-changing expression, her heart a whirlpool of emotions.
She had truly been absurdly wrong. Why had she driven her once-innocent and kind-hearted daughter to become as mad as herself?
The more she thought about it, the more Raksha wanted to die. But she knew she wouldn't have the chance to take her own life while under Qian Renxue's watchful eye.
Additionally, Raksha had one lingering question.
She had faintly overheard parts of their conversation the previous night. If she wasn't mistaken, she hadn't been asleep for long—it should be the time for the Soul Master Tournament to begin.
So why was her daughter, who was supposed to take her place, still here?
The answer was simple: Qian Renxue had used the eighth soul skill of Raksha's Death Spider Emperor martial soul—the Spider Emperor's Clone.
Though it was only a ten-thousand-year soul skill, its effect was extraordinary—it created a clone with the same strength as the original body. It was an overwhelmingly powerful ability, allowing its user to fight two-on-one in single combat.
As for why Qian Renxue, with so much to do, had specifically used such a costly soul skill?
It was because the girl who had once lacked love now understood the hardships of her past, present, and Raksha's struggles. She was unwilling to let Raksha out of her sight for even a second, fearing that she might attempt suicide again as she had the previous night.
Qian Renxue believed that, no matter how messy Bibi Dong's past had been, with enough care, love, and time, her mother would eventually come to truly accept her.
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When the Worship Hall learned of Qian Renxue's plan to attack the Hao Tian Sect, even the stubborn Qian Daoliu ultimately set aside his pride.
Qian Daoliu had once sworn to Tang Chen that as long as he lived, the Spirit Hall would never attack the Hao Tian Sect's main stronghold.
But for his granddaughter, for the Spirit Hall, and for the Angel God!
Sacrificing a little of his pride wasn't such a bad thing, was it?
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