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Qian Renhan left behind a divine sense to handle matters of the Pope's office before arriving in front of Qian Xunji.
"Old man."
Qian Renhan called out. His eyes held a complex expression. If there was anyone in this world he owed a debt to, it was the elderly man before him—shattered by his own hands, stripped of pride and sharpness, his cultivation forever frozen at Rank 96.
Ever since Qian Xunji had been released from prison, Qian Renhan had done his best to avoid seeing him. Even though he had brought back the Ice Silkworm of the Heavenly Dream, and bolstered the Spirit Hall with countless new Titled Douluo, the debt to Qian Xunji, as an individual, remained unpaid.
Qian Xunji already knew everything from Qian Renxue. Calmly, he asked, "You're leaving?"
Qian Renhan gave a slight nod and said nothing more.
There seemed to be thousands of words lodged in Qian Xunji's throat, but in the end, they condensed into a single sentence: "Be careful. The Divine Realm isn't like Spirit Hall—where you can act as you please. No matter what you did to me, you ultimately strengthened Spirit Hall, raising it to the power our Qian Clan dreamed of for generations. I'm proud of you."
"I understand."
Qian Renhan turned around. With a single step, he broke through space and appeared before a silver palace. Reaching out, he summoned the evolved divine weapon—the Shura Sword. Ten soul rings—eight red and two gold—surrounded his feet.
"Newly appointed Shura God, must you be so ruthless? You've slaughtered so many of our soul beasts and even killed my most loyal subordinate. Isn't that enough?"
A melodious yet furious voice echoed from within the silver palace, falling upon Qian Renhan's ears.
"Begging for mercy with such foolish excuses? If I hadn't inherited the Shura God's position, if my strength didn't far surpass those of other divine successors, do you really think you would've held back? The murderous intent you tried to hide—it's transparent to me."
As his words fell, a slash of blood-red sword aura tore through the air. The Silver Dragon Fortress was instantly reduced to dust. Amidst the fading ruins, a silhouette appeared before Qian Renhan: long silver hair, a tall and curvaceous figure, flawless beauty unmarred by even the slightest imperfection, with an ethereal and dreamlike aura.
In terms of appearance and figure, she was no less than Snow Empress. But her captivating, otherworldly presence was something even the Snow Empress lacked.
"Pretty bones wrapped in flesh—nothing more."
Qian Renhan didn't even lose focus this time. He knew all too well the disguises soul beasts could create. Aside from their aura, their appearance, figure, and even hair color could be manipulated at will. In other words, any hundred-thousand-year-old female soul beast could imitate the Silver Dragon King's form exactly.
The silver figure flickered once, then exploded with brilliant silver light, transforming into a silver dragon stretching thousands of meters long. Its form was slender and elegant, covered in crystalline scales that shimmered like jewels. Its purple eyes, infused with divine power, turned silver. A deep sword wound, exposing bone, ran along its body—emitting divine energy similar to Qian Renhan's own.
"Human! You've forced me into this!" the Silver Dragon King roared. Her massive silver eyes burned with endless rage. Ignoring her injuries, she summoned divine silver energy, and around her gathered the seven elemental forces—water, fire, wind, earth, light, darkness, and space—preparing to unleash an attack.
In the very next instant, silver blood splattered. The Silver Dragon King's pupils contracted. The scene before her spun—Qian Renhan vanished, replaced by the palace ceiling, and then again by the silver dragon's own body, lying on the ground in a pool of its own blood. Her eyes closed for the last time.
"A glass cannon dares fight me in such a confined space?"
Qian Renhan withdrew the Shura Sword spirit, gazing up at the dragon's massive corpse. From it burst seven-colored soul rings, radiating endless waves of power, almost tearing apart the dimension the Silver Dragon King had created. Alongside them emerged a dazzling, intricately carved silver skull—imbued with tremendous soul power.
Only one piece remained.
Qian Renhan erased his Fallen Angel's seventh soul ring, then sat cross-legged. He began absorbing the divine soul ring and soul bone released by the Silver Dragon King.
In Hanhai City, inside a cozy and elegant villa, Qian Daoliu paced anxiously outside a tightly shut door. Dressed in a platinum long robe, hands clasped behind his back, his face was full of concern.
From within came heartbreaking screams of agony. Each scream was like a blow to Qian Daoliu's heart. The one crying out—who else could it be but Bo Saixi?
After taking the Passion Fruit and regaining her senses, Bo Saixi had seen Qian Daoliu beneath her—his body nearly drained to a stick figure. Realizing she was naked, and had engaged in such intimate acts, she instantly understood: she had mistaken Qian Daoliu for Tang Chen and, in her trance, transformed into the "Cave Douluo" and forced herself on him.
Awake now, Bo Saixi was filled with despair. She believed she had betrayed Tang Chen and nearly threw herself into a river. If not for Qian Daoliu stopping her and persuading her with the faith of the Sea God and his role as Grand Priest, she might have already ended her life.
Even so, Bo Saixi now lived like the walking dead. Her eyes were hollow. She spoke no words. Each day, after rising, she would sit on a stone bench, gaze silently at the sky, occasionally shedding silent tears. She moved only to eat when Qian Daoliu called her to meals—otherwise, she was like a machine running on programming, incapable of speech or will.
Half a month passed. Both Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi recovered their soul power. Yet as soon as her power returned, Bo Saixi could no longer sense Tang Chen's aura. She frantically searched the continent for him. But during her journey, she noticed strange changes in her body—until she finally realized: she was pregnant.
Throughout all of this, Qian Daoliu always felt guilty toward Bo Saixi. He hadn't recognized the allure of the Enchanted Fragrance Fruit and had told her she could take it, ultimately leading to everything that happened. Since then, he had remained by her side.
After Bo Saixi realized she was pregnant, she was utterly devastated. Due to various reasons, she made a three-point agreement with Qian Daoliu. The first two points were simple: they would maintain only a distant relationship, and he was not allowed to touch her. The third was about the child in her womb. Afterward, the two of them moved to Hanhai City for her pregnancy.
Naturally, Qian Daoliu was the one spending money. What kind of soul tool could withstand enough force to kill a Rank 99 Limit Douluo and still remain intact? The soul tool had been destroyed by Qian Renhan. Bo Saixi had no money, but for Qian Daoliu, wealth was trivial. Bo Saixi liked living by the sea, so he spent from his own pocket to purchase the most luxurious estate in Hanhai City. They lived there for nearly ten months.
After a while, a crisp infant cry echoed through the house. A middle-aged woman came out carrying a swaddled newborn and smiled, saying, "Congratulations, sir. The mother and child are both safe."
Qian Daoliu tossed her a golden soul coin card and carefully took the baby into his arms, examining him closely. The infant's skin was extremely fair and glowing, with no wrinkles, and his cry was strong and full.
"It's a boy, ha-ha!"
Qian Daoliu laughed joyfully as he held the infant and entered the room. On the bed lay Bo Saixi, pale and visibly weak, pitiful to behold. He said softly, "Xixi, this is our child. What do you think we should name him?"
"His name has nothing to do with me."
Bo Saixi forced her eyes away from the child and looked silently at Qian Daoliu. "Qian Daoliu, do you remember the promise we made about this child?"
Qian Daoliu's smile instantly faded. He sighed and said, "I remember. But Xixi, does it really have to be this way? Isn't it far too cruel for this child?"
They had agreed that if the baby born possessed divine potential, then when the time came, Bo Saixi would personally guide him to inherit the Sea God's position—sacrificing herself to do so—on Sea God Island.
"Letting him stay by my side would be the cruelest thing I could do to him. I truly don't know how to face him. Growing up in the Qian family, he'll at least have a happy childhood. If I give my life for his future, that might be the only thing this unworthy mother can do for him."
After speaking, Bo Saixi asked Qian Daoliu to leave so she could change clothes. Though childbirth had taken a toll, for a Limit Douluo it wasn't enough to make her unable to walk or fly.
When the doors opened again, Bo Saixi had changed into her custom-made crimson Sea God Priestess robe. She held the three-meter-long Sea God Scepter, now bearing several cracks, and appeared once more as the graceful, noble Sea God Priestess. However, her pale complexion still gave her a faint, sickly beauty.
Bo Saixi struggled to keep her gaze away from the crying baby in Qian Daoliu's arms, who was wailing from hunger. She handed him a warm cup of freshly expressed milk, then turned away. She feared that if she looked even a moment longer, her suppressed motherly instinct would break free and keep her from leaving.
"Qian Daoliu… if there is a next life, maybe I would fall for you. Take good care of the child."
As her words fell, Bo Saixi leapt into the sky, not even stirring a speck of dust, flying in the direction of Sea God Island.
"Xixi… why must you do this…"
Qian Daoliu looked out at her retreating figure and sighed deeply. He then returned inside, took a spoon, and began feeding the baby the milk one small spoonful at a time.
Nourished by the sweet and rich milk of a Limit Douluo, the baby's cries soon stopped. He lay in Qian Daoliu's arms, peacefully falling asleep. Qian Daoliu then gave him a name: Qian Xunxi.
It symbolized his belief that this child was destined for godhood, and one day, he would journey to Sea God Island to find his mother, Bo Saixi.
"It has already been over a year since I lost my spirit power and since Xier was born. I wonder how Spirit Hall is doing now. Back then, I left it to Jier to rebuild the family and bear children. I wonder if he has done so."
Qian Daoliu rose, three pairs of angel wings spreading from his back, and took flight toward Spirit Hall. He had to return quickly. If Qian Xunji had indeed started a family and had children, that would be something worth celebrating. However, the generational gap between the second and third generations of the Qian family was so small that some in the third generation were even older than those in the second. What kind of situation was that? If word got out, wouldn't it seem like the Qian family was degenerating?
But after all the absurdities Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong had committed, the Qian family's reputation had already been thoroughly ruined. A bit more shame didn't matter.
In the end, Qian Daoliu still didn't understand: reputation is meaningless in a world where the strong devour the weak. What truly matters is possessing power strong enough to suppress all others—not some so-called good name.
There are far too many mouths in this world, and too many people in Spirit Hall who need to eat. It is impossible to silence them all.
(End of Chapter)