Chapter 347: Qian Renxue Learns the Truth
Upon hearing this, a golden light flashed across Qian Daoliu's deep eyes. His gaze was fixed firmly on Ning Bei. He knew this young man had many tricks up his sleeve, and to speak so boldly, he must have something to back it up. However, Qian Daoliu dared not take any chances.
"You should know that for me, Xue'er becoming a god is more important than anything else. I would never accept this if it weren't a foolproof plan."
"There's nothing in this world that's absolutely certain. Even if you sacrifice yourself, can you really ensure Xue'er's success?"
"This..."
Qian Daoliu clearly understood Ning Bei's point, but he still leaned toward using his own life to open the path to divinity for Xue'er. Ning Bei could also see the old man's inner conflict.
"Grandpa Qian, as I mentioned earlier, the Angel God's Ninth Trial is likely to be a Heart Refining trial. Do you think your death might affect Xue'er's mentality?"
The old man's breath caught. Ning Bei's words completely dispelled his idea of self-sacrifice. As he had said, if his death were to affect Xue'er's trial, then continuing down this path would be meaningless.
"Ha, tell me your method."
"A pill."
"A pill?"
"Yes, a pill that can supply the energy required to open the path to becoming a god in an instant."
Qian Daoliu's gaze was filled with shock. He found it hard to believe such a pill could exist.
"Are you sure? The energy needed for the path to godhood is immense, so much so that it requires a 99th-level Limit Douluo to sacrifice all their soul power."
"I understand. I wouldn't have attempted this pill before I became a Limit Douluo, but the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Twin Souls I created have given me the confidence to make this pill."
"Ice and Fire Twin Souls? You're insane!"
Ning Bei's soul core configuration once again shocked Qian Daoliu. He never imagined this young man would be so reckless, and for a moment, he even forgot about the miraculous pill's effect.
Ning Bei rubbed his nose, realizing how shocking this might sound. But in the end, wasn't it a success?
"Grandpa Qian, it's already been successful by chance. There's no need to worry too much."
"You fool, don't joke with your life. If this affects Xue'er's trial, I won't let you off!"
Looking at the old man puffing his beard, Ning Bei felt speechless. He had thought the old man was concerned about his safety, but it seemed he was wrong.
"Alright, Grandpa Qian, this is how it is. Once Xue'er finishes the first eight trials, I'll begin making the pill. Don't bring up sacrificing yourself again. It might make Xue'er resistant to the Divine Trial."
"Of course. If there were another way, who would choose to die?"
Qian Daoliu shot Ning Bei a look, as if saying, "Who would go looking for death?" However, a faint joy rose in his heart shortly after.
"It's great. I'll get to witness Xue'er becoming a god with my own eyes."
Ning Bei couldn't help but admire the old man. He had served the Angel God his whole life, and in the end, was willing to sacrifice his life for the god's legacy, doing so without any regret. Unfortunately, it still ended tragically—there would be no more Angel God in the divine realm.
"Alright, old man, everything's been said. I'll go wait for Xue'er. She's probably not in the best mood right now."
Hearing Ning Bei's intention to leave, Qian Daoliu didn't try to keep him. After a moment's thought, he could only lower his head and sigh about the things his son had done.
"Ah, go on. Take good care of Xue'er, this child..."
"Don't worry, Grandpa Qian. I'll do that even without you telling me."
After making his promise, Ning Bei disappeared from the Spirit Hall and waited outside the Pope's Hall. The doors were still tightly shut, which meant that the mother and daughter were still talking. He didn't rush, patiently waiting.
After several tens of minutes, the majestic doors of the Pope's Hall finally opened, and Xue'er's familiar face appeared in view.
As Ning Bei had expected, Xue'er, after learning the truth, didn't show any joy of reuniting with her mother. Instead, her expression was filled with a broken and lost feeling.
Ning Bei didn't say anything. He walked toward her and stood in front of her.
As her vision was obscured by shadows, Xue'er's hollow eyes suddenly focused. She looked up and saw Ning Bei's familiar face. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"So, you know everything?"
"Yeah, I know everything, but it would have been better not to."
Xue'er's voice was hoarse, as if she had just had a heated argument with Bibi Dong, or perhaps it was just the result of Xue'er letting out an incredulous scream.
Ning Bei didn't immediately comfort her. He took a step forward and gently pressed his lips against her smooth forehead. He then tightly pulled her into his embrace.
Xue'er's body trembled, and her entire body seemed to lose its bones, softening in his arms. Without Ning Bei's support, she would have collapsed.
"Ah bei, I... I shouldn't even exist, do you know?"
"My father..."
Xue'er sobbed uncontrollably, her sadness overwhelming her, unable to finish a single coherent sentence.
Ning Bei understood her feelings at this moment. The father she had always respected was a scoundrel, and the blood of that same man flowed in her veins, which was why her mother had always despised her. The efforts she made to earn her mother's love seemed to have turned into a joke, and her birth felt like a mistake.
Gently patting the sobbing Xue'er in his arms, Ning Bei spoke softly:
"There's nothing that shouldn't exist. If anyone is wrong, it's that Tang San."
"And I really need my Xue'er. No matter what others think, Xue'er is going to be the mother of my future child."
"Pfft!"
The magic of Ning Bei's words instantly made the tearful Xue'er laugh, but she quickly wiped the smile away.
"You're so annoying. I'm sad, and you're making me laugh?"
"There's nothing to be sad about. Those things are not for you to decide. No one has the right to look down on you. Just live for me."
"Tch, you're really shameless. Why should I live for you? Can't I live for myself?"
"Of course, of course!"
Part of Xue'er's sadness came from her worry that Ning Bei might look down on her. But now that she saw he didn't feel that way, her heartache faded by half. It was just that she couldn't yet accept that her father, once revered by all as the Pope, was now a despicable villain.
"Do you still hate that woman?"
Releasing Xue'er, Ning Bei gently wiped away her tears and looked at her. After a moment, he asked quietly.
Xue'er's expression instantly became complicated. She had certainly hated Bibi Dong before, as the woman had never shown any care for her as a daughter. But now, after understanding the reasons behind everything, Xue'er wasn't sure whether she should forgive her. Especially since Bibi Dong was the one who had killed her father.
"I... I don't know."
(END CHAPTER)
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