N-A-A Chapter 792 Renxue is on her way
Chapter 792 Renxue is on her way
Chapter 792 Qian Renxue is on her way
Qian Daoliu had already sensed something was wrong, but he didn't have time to delve into what was wrong at the moment. It was more important to figure out what had happened to Ye Qifeng.
Therefore, when faced with Bibi Dong's accusations, Qian Daoliu did not defend himself, nor would he admit that it was his mistake.
He had no need to explain to Bibi Dong, much less admit his mistakes to her.
After all, in terms of both status and strength, Qian Daoliu is far superior to Bibi Dong.
Moreover, Bibi Dong was able to become Pope because Qian Daoliu recommended her to the position. In fact, the entire Spirit City and even the entire Spirit Hall belonged to the Qian family of Angels.
Qian Daoliu didn't need to be so polite to Bibi Dong. If he wanted to remove the crown from Bibi Dong's head and relieve her of her position as pope, it would be very easy for him.
It's just a matter of a sentence or an instruction at most.
Of course, Sendoryu would never do that.
Although Bibi Dong is a bit dim-witted, she is quite capable. She is also very competent as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, managing the Spirit Hall in an orderly manner, even far exceeding expectations, which makes Qian Daoliu look at her with new respect.
Under Bibi Dong's rule, the Spirit Hall has flourished and developed rapidly over the past decade or so, becoming many times stronger than during Qian Xunji's reign.
Looking at it this way, his already deceased son was practically a useless piece of trash compared to Bibi Dong.
This is one of the reasons why Qian Daoliu was willing to completely relinquish power and hand over the Spirit Hall to Bibi Dong for rule.
Suppressing his slightly embarrassed thoughts, Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong, whose pretty face held a hint of anger, and said calmly:
"What's the point of you criticizing me here?"
"I have my reasons for not taking action. Moreover, by entrusting the Spirit Hall to you, I am entrusting everything to you, including the safety of Spirit City."
"If even a mere Tang Hao requires me and several high-ranking elders to deal with, then what use is the Pope to me?"
"Furthermore, as Ye Xiaozi's teacher, you should be protecting him. Why did you let him get hurt like this?"
"Shouldn't you reflect on this?"
"If I had known you were so unreliable, I shouldn't have given Ye boy to you in the first place. If I had been the one to raise and teach him, who would dare to harm him, who could possibly hurt him?!"
Although Qian Daoliu's tone was calm, his words were equally impolite.
Bibi Dong was furious, but she couldn't say a word in rebuttal, because Qian Daoliu was telling the truth.
Seeing that Bibi Dong had nothing more to say, Qian Daoliu shifted his gaze from her and glanced back at Ye Qifeng, who was still lying motionless on the bed.
In this situation, for some reason, he suddenly thought of his son, Qian Xunji.
Back then, Qian Xunji was in the same situation. Tang Hao's hammer left him half-paralyzed, unable to move in bed, and in a deep coma.
But the situation at night seems to be more serious.
Qian Xunji at least still had some mental fluctuations, only his consciousness was in a deep sleep, but Ye Qifeng in front of him was like a living dead, without any feedback from his soul or consciousness.
Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu's mood became even heavier.
At the same time, a sense of unease and vigilance arose in his heart, and he glanced back at Bibi Dong discreetly.
With the example of Qian Xunji being devoured before him, Qian Daoliu was not entirely at ease with Bibi Dong.
To be honest, he was really afraid that Bibi Dong would go crazy again and devour Ye Qifeng in one fell swoop, just like she had devoured his son Qian Xunji back then.
Fortunately, Bibi Dong doesn't seem to have this idea.
"Is this still the Bibi Dong I know? She's not even arguing back when I scold her?"
Noticing the anxiety, worry, and some other subtle, unidentified emotion in Bibi Dong's eyes—presumably the affection between master and disciple—Qian Daoliu was slightly surprised.
"Looks like this woman with a screw loose isn't so heartless after all. Judging from how anxious she is, Ye-chan must hold a pretty high place in her heart."
With that thought, Qian Daoliu felt much more at ease.
Qian Daoliu was thinking a lot, but on the surface he remained calm, glancing at Bibi Dong while waving his hand and saying:
"Alright, let's stop arguing about these pointless things and hurry up and figure out how to reawaken Ye's soul consciousness."
"Tell me in detail how Nightbringer was injured, and what exactly happened in between?"
Bibi Dong understood that now was not the time to argue, so she stopped arguing with him and quickly recounted everything that had happened before and after Ye Qifeng was injured.
After listening to Bibi Dong's account and combining it with his own senses, Qian Daoliu finally had a more detailed understanding of the whole incident and couldn't help but ask:
"So, the four forces I sensed before the Papal Palace did indeed originate from Ye Xiaozhi, you, and Tang Hao?"
Bibi Dong nodded.
Qian Daoliu gave Bibi Dong a deep look:
"No wonder I often feel a strong sense of unease from you. It turns out that you have received the inheritance of the Rakshasa God and are walking the path of evil and darkness, which is the opposite of the holy light of angels."
"Then, I have a question. Since you are the successor of the Rakshasa God, the Rakshasa God's power should be under your control. Why did it suddenly go out of control and backfire on its host?"
Bibi Dong shook her head again.
She truly had no clue whatsoever, and her confusion was no less than that of Sendo Ryu.
Although she received the Rakshasa inheritance and successfully opened the Rakshasa Secret Realm, she also obtained a wisp of Rakshasa divine power.
However, the Rakshasa power residing within her body was not only beyond her control, but it also frequently went out of control, unleashing a malevolent and evil power that eroded her body, her mind, and her soul.
They tried to drag her into the abyss of sin.
If it weren't for Ye Qifeng's help in suppressing and expelling her over the past ten years, she would probably have gone mad long ago.
As for why the Rakshasa God's power suddenly went out of control when Tang Hao attacked, Bibi Dong did not know.
Ye Qifeng might know the reason, but he hasn't woken up yet, so Bibi Dong can't ask him.
Subsequently, the two conducted a detailed discussion and investigation into Ye Qifeng's injuries and made many attempts to awaken Ye Qifeng's consciousness.
But in the end, none of them worked.
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The foyer of the Temple of the Holy Son.
Nihuang led Ye Lingling, whose body was weak due to the exhaustion of her soul power, and Hu Liena, whose face was full of sadness, reluctance and worry, out of the training room.
As soon as he stepped outside, the crowd waiting in the hall immediately swarmed around him.
Ruiwen, Fengxian, Yelan, Jin Yue'er, Zhu Zhuqing, Bai Chenxiang, Xiao Mingyue, Huowu, Shui Bing'er, Dugu Yan, Meng Yiran, Xie Yue and Yan, as well as Zhu Zhuyun who is with Zhu Zhuqing, Ju Douluo Yueguan who is guarding the door, and Gui Douluo Guimei.
All eyes immediately turned to the three of them.
Hu Liena was still deeply immersed in grief and unable to extricate herself. Ye Lingling was also too weak to speak. In the end, it was Nihuang who stepped forward and slowly shook her head at everyone in the hall.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this.
Some people had solemn expressions and remained silent, some were pale and unsteady on their feet, and some even couldn't help but sob softly.
Without exception, they were all filled with disappointment and grief.
Hopes were shattered.
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The thousand streams flowed back to the offering hall.
They tried every possible method to treat Ye Qifeng, but they still couldn't awaken his consciousness, and his soul never returned.
All we can do now is wait for a miracle to happen.
Standing beneath the enormous angel statue, Qian Daoliu frowned deeply, his brows furrowing into a distinct "川" (river) shape, revealing a deep sense of melancholy.
He was wondering how he should explain this to his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, and whether he should tell her about Ye Qifeng's incident.
"Fine, I'll just write a letter and tell Xiaoxue."
After a long silence, Qian Daoliu suddenly sighed, then waved his hand to summon paper and pen, and quickly wrote down a few lines.
He didn't say much, just a few words, but the apology, urgency, and helplessness he conveyed between the lines were palpable.
Afterwards, Qian Daoliu folded and sealed the envelope, stamped it with the exclusive seal of the Qian family of the Six-Winged Angels, and summoned the Douluo Warrior Commander guarding outside the Hall of Worship, handing the envelope to him.
The Douluo warrior commander left quickly.
Before long, the letter was transmitted to Heaven Dou City through the Spirit Hall's secret information channels at the fastest speed.
After doing all this, Qian Daoliu put his hands behind his back, turned around and looked up at the huge six-winged angel statue, a faint golden light flashing in his eyes.
His expression remained devout, but it seemed to carry an unusual undertone.
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The distance between Wuhun City and Tiandou City is more than two thousand kilometers.
Three days later, even with the letter being delivered to Qian Renxue, the envelope was still being sent as an expedited package.
The Spirit Hall's secret information channels naturally have dedicated personnel responsible for transmitting messages.
Urgent letters like these are usually delivered by flying-type Soul Masters or pure agility-type Soul Masters at the Soul Saint or even Soul Douluo level.
In the past few days, Qian Renxue did not stay in the Crown Prince's palace in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, nor did she stay in the Crown Prince's residence in the southern part of Heaven Dou City. Instead, she came to the wooden house deep in the forest of Blue Tyrant Academy and stayed with Liu Erlong.
It was late at night.
Qian Renxue and Liu Erlong, who met by chance because of Ye Qifeng and later became best friends because of their shared interests, are currently snuggled in the same bed, whispering secrets between women.
Silvery laughter occasionally drifted from the room, disturbing the tranquility of the forest.
This is the only place, besides the secret chamber deep underground in the Crown Prince's palace, where Qian Renxue can completely relax.
Qian Renxue has few friends, in fact, very few.
The only person she could talk to and share common topics with was Liu Erlong.
So, regardless of whether Ye Qifeng was there or not, whenever she could spare the time, Qian Renxue would come here to stay with Liu Erlong for a few days and gossip.
Of course, the two women would get particularly excited whenever they talked about a handsome man, and they would go on and on about it.
Suddenly, Qian Renxue, who was playing around, seemed to sense something. She raised a slender, jade-like finger and pressed it against her red lips, signaling Liu Erlong to quiet down.
Liu Erlong immediately understood and remained silent, only watching her quietly with a smile on his lips.
Soon, a brief telepathic message transmitted through soul power entered Qian Renxue's ears:
"Young Master, an urgent message from the Grand Master."
Qian Renxue frowned slightly, revealing a hint of confusion:
"Why would that shameless old man send me an urgent message? Is it something important?"
Despite her confusion, Qian Renxue still decided to go and see.
She immediately turned to Liu Erlong and said:
"Sister Erlong, I have to go take care of something first, I'll be back in a bit."
Liu Erlong nodded gently and said softly:
"Go ahead. Don't worry about me."
She wasn't stupid; having spent so much time with Qian Renxue, she had long since guessed that the other party's identity was not simple.
However, she had no intention of pursuing the matter further, and had never even asked Qian Renxue for any information about her. To this day, she only knew her name and that she, like Ye Qifeng, came from Wuhun City.
Getting out of bed, Qian Renxue took off her pajamas, changed into her palace dress, and then went to the courtyard in front of the wooden house.
A slender figure swiftly swept in from afar, landing in the center of the courtyard like a sharp spear, the snake pattern between its brows shimmering with a faint golden light.
It was She Long, one of Qian Renxue's two titled Douluo guards, the Serpent Spear Douluo.
"Young Master, please take a look."
After landing, She Long quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Qian Renxue, presenting the letter that had just arrived with both hands.
"Has anything major happened in Wuhun City recently?"
Qian Renxue casually took it and asked a question.
Serpent Spear Douluo immediately replied:
"If we're talking about big news, it should be that the final two teams for the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament have been decided."
"I heard that both teams sent by our Spirit Hall have made it to the final round, which means the championship has already been won by our Spirit Hall."
"However, due to the time-sensitive nature of this news, it is already three or four days old, so the finals must have ended by now."
Upon hearing She Long's report, Qian Renxue was not surprised, but rather took it for granted, and smiled gently:
"This is inevitable."
"I bet the championship will ultimately go to Little Raven and her friends."
As she spoke, Qian Renxue peeled off the seal, took out the letter from the envelope, unfolded it, and began to read.
Suddenly, the smile on her face vanished, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
"Oh no! Something's happened to Xiaofeng!"
Upon hearing this, She Long was immediately stunned:
"What? His Highness the Holy Son is in trouble?"
"Elder Serpent Spear, I need to return to Spirit City. You and Elder Bloodthorn will handle things here in Heaven Dou City for now."
Before She Long could react, Qian Renxue finished speaking and suddenly two pairs of golden wings stretched out from behind her. She soared into the sky and flew swiftly southward under the cover of night.
"Huh? Less?"
At this moment, Serpent Spear Douluo finally reacted, but before he could even finish speaking, Qian Renxue's figure had already disappeared into the vast night.