293. You're The Grandpa

The golden light around Qian Renxue gradually dimmed. The nine wings floating around her merged into a stream of light and disappeared into the center of her forehead. The dazzling six-winged angel mark faded away.

Qian Renxue opened her beautiful eyes after processing the information, a trace of surprise lingering in them. It seemed that the content of the divine trial had changed.

“Sister?” Qian Renjue tentatively called out.

Qian Renxue came back to her senses, looking at Qian Renjue and Qian Daoliu, who both wore expressions of concern, and smiled brightly.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” she reassured.

With those words, Qian Renxue slowly withdrew her martial soul. Qian Daoliu looked at her with a gaze filled with kindness and said with deep emotion, “Xiao Xue, Grandpa is proud of you.”

“Mm.” Qian Renxue nodded solemnly, as though she had just taken on a great responsibility. “I won’t let Grandpa down, I promise!”

“Haha, Grandpa knows you’ll succeed,” Qian Daoliu said, his heart filled with joy.

The countless generations of waiting within the Qian family had finally brought about the opportunity to revive the glory of the Angel God.

“Sister will definitely make it,” Qian Renjue said with a smile, looking even more confident than Qian Renxue herself.

“Heh,” Qian Renxue softly stared at Qian Renjue’s smiling face, never getting tired of looking at him. She suddenly recalled the earlier scene, and her smile began to cool as she spoke with a hint of jealousy, “Jue, what exactly were you doing, groping around inside the ancestor’s armor earlier?”

“Huh, what?” Qian Renjue froze for a moment, then remembered what had happened.

His hand still seemed to recall the warm, soft sensation, and the round, heavy weight that felt no different from Ah Yin’s.

His lips still tingled with the memory of alternating coldness and warmth, leaving a deep impression.

As he recollected, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he stammered, “T-that was the ancestor’s doing.”

“But I clearly saw you enjoying it, laying your hands on the ancestor,” Qian Renxue pouted. It seemed that the earlier “benefits” had left quite an impact on Jue, making him even more mischievous!

“T-that’s because the ancestor was too evil...” Qian Renjue tried to explain, though the truth was that he couldn’t resist at the time, eagerly squeezing and kneading.

He could only mutter vaguely, “Grandpa, Sister, it wasn’t my fault, the ancestor made me do it... I definitely didn’t mean to disrespect her!”

Qian Daoliu looked at his grandson with a complicated expression and sighed, “Don’t call me Grandpa; you’re supposed to be my Grandpa.”

“Huh?” Qian Renjue was shocked, then his face fell as he quickly pleaded, “Grandpa, don’t joke around. I can’t handle that.”

“It was almost not a joke,” Qian Daoliu chuckled bitterly, clutching his heart, still shaken by the experience.

The shock had been significant for him as well. His faith had nearly crumbled, and his grandson had almost become his ancestor.

"Pfft," Qian Renxue couldn’t help but laugh at Qian Renjue’s panicked state, her earlier jealousy quickly dissipating.

She, too, had been at fault—she was too weak to protect Jue properly.

———

Meanwhile, in the Pope's Palace at the mid-level of the mountain, Bibi Dong, who was working, suddenly felt a flash of crimson in her eyes, as if resonating with a similar power.

Her face paled, her delicate features twisted into a grimace as she lowered her gaze to hide it.

“Damn it! Why is this happening now?” she muttered through gritted teeth, immediately putting down what she was holding.

She waved her hand and commanded, “Chrysanthemum, Ghost!”

“Guard the door. No one is allowed in without my permission!”

The two Titled Douluo exchanged glances, though puzzled, they quickly bowed and left to carry out the order.

“Hey, old ghost, do you feel a chill?” Chrysanthemum Douluo asked as they reached the entrance, hugging his flamboyant figure with a soft voice.

“Yes, a cold feeling,” Ghost Douluo nodded slightly, glancing back at the Pope's Palace, where a cold wind was blowing. His brow furrowed.

“Old ghost, what do you think Her Majesty is doing?” Chrysanthemum wondered.

“Let’s just guard the door,” Ghost replied curtly.

———

Inside the Pope's Palace, a cold wind swept through. Bibi Dong sat cross-legged on the high platform, her eyes completely blood-red, as if they might drip blood at any moment. Her once noble and beautiful face now appeared terrifyingly twisted, bloodstains crawling across it.

Behind her, a seductive black shadow loomed, faintly visible. It seemed to gaze toward the summit of the mountain, whispering inaudible words.

"Did you finally bite the dust, stubborn fool?"

"Hmph, so foolish. I told you long ago to leave the Divine Realm with me, but you trusted it blindly."

"How could they ever let you break into those predetermined seats?"

"They didn’t trust you, and you didn’t think for yourself."

The shadow paused, its voice surprised, "Huh, is this woman finally awakening?"

"The child I bore with her... even that foolish goddess has an heir now."

"Ugh, just thinking about it makes me angry. Back then, all I did was touch her, and she pulled out a sword to cut me down. What a stubborn fool!"

"Heh, at least I was smarter."

The shadow’s voice turned sinister as it continued, “I left the Divine Realm to grow stronger. Then, I’ll return and wait outside for when those two dogs, Asura and Sea God, leave.”

"I’ll kill them right on their way out!"

The eerie laughter echoed in Bibi Dong’s ears, making her frown.

"Sigh. From now on, the child I bore with her is your child too."

A solemn voice whispered in Bibi Dong’s ear.

"Here’s a little tip: a God of Rakshasa may have evil thoughts, but must not be ruled by them. We must control the evil within us."

"But you’re doing well so far. Keep it up, and more rewards will follow."

As the voice faded, the tall, slender black shadow slowly dissipated into the fog, revealing a smaller figure. A petite girl with a disproportionately large chest, like two footballs, appeared briefly.

"I wonder if the body has gotten stronger... but most importantly, has it grown taller?"

The cold wind dissipated within the Pope's Palace. Bibi Dong, sweating profusely, was left confused, her breathing gradually stabilizing.

"Was that the Rakshasa Goddess just now?" she wondered. "What did she mean, her child is also my child?"

Her eyes turned toward the Douluo Hall at the mountain’s peak, filled with uncertainty. “Has something happened to Xiao Xue? She’s progressing faster than me... she must have been acknowledged."