Qian Renxue muttered to herself, her heart filled with turbulent waves.
She glanced at her hands and felt the throbbing emanating from the six-winged angel martial soul within her body—a submission that originated from the depths of her bloodline.
"Before this twelve-winged angel, my six-winged angel probably doesn't even have the qualifications to be its servant."
Who exactly is it?
"Who on this continent could possibly possess the Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul?"
Qian Renxue was filled with curiosity and awe.
She turned to look at her father lying in the wicker chair, only to find that Qianyu still had his eyes closed, his expression indifferent, as if everything happening in the sky had nothing to do with him.
Qian Renxue's doubts deepened.
"Father, aren't you curious?"
"This twelve-winged angel martial soul is the supreme god of our angel martial souls, the most powerful angel!"
"If we can find this person, it will be an immense blessing for our angel race."
Hearing her daughter's words, Qianyu slowly opened her eyes.
Those eyes were as deep as the sea, undisturbed.
He did not answer Qian Renxue's question directly, but instead instructed her in a calm tone:
"Xue'er."
"You're already over ten years old, how come you're still so impetuous?"
Everything in this world has its predetermined destiny.
"No matter what happens, remain calm and composed, even if Mount Tai collapses before you."
"Only by guarding one's true nature can one attain the Great Way."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue immediately lowered her head, feeling somewhat ashamed.
"Father's words are correct."
"Yes, Father, Xue'er understands. Xue'er will definitely pay attention in the future."
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her agitated emotions, and wanted to remain calm like her father.
However.
In the very next second.
As the golden light above the sky dissipated, the two large golden characters that had taken the entire continent's breath away suddenly appeared.
[Qianyu]!
boom--!
The moment those two words entered Qian Renxue's eyes, the psychological defenses she had just built up crumbled instantly.
"What?!"
Qian Renxue's eyes, which had already calmed down, suddenly widened again, even twice as wide as before.
Her mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg.
He was frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.
All elegance, all reserve, all composure were cast to the winds at this moment.
What did she see?
That name...
Is it Chiba?!
Is it her father?!
Qian Renxue cried out in surprise, her voice sharp and somewhat distorted.
"Qianyu!"
"Father, is this your martial spirit?!"
She suddenly lowered her head, staring intently at her father who lay calmly in the wicker chair, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"You...you...aren't you a useless martial spirit?"
"From childhood to adulthood, everyone has said that you have a useless martial spirit and that you can't even cultivate soul power."
"Even your mother says you're useless."
"Grandpa also kept quiet about it."
"But now... this twelve-winged angel is actually your martial soul?!"
Qian Renxue felt her brain short-circuiting.
The contrast is too great.
It was so big that she simply couldn't accept it.
A man who has been recognized as a gigolo and a good-for-nothing by the entire continent for over a decade suddenly transforms into a possessor of a martial soul surpassing the level of a god-king.
This is more painful for her than killing her.
Faced with her daughter's horrified expression, Qianyu simply shook her head.
He picked up a cup of tea from the coffee table next to him, took a small sip, and moved with elegance and composure.
"Xue'er".
"What did I just say?"
Qianyu put down her teacup and nodded slightly.
"You're getting restless again."
However.
At this moment, Qian Renxue was no longer listening to any of these grand principles.
She was in a state of complete bewilderment.
Thousand feathers.
Twelve-winged angels.
Mo Family City, the backyard of the city lord's mansion.
Qian Renxue stood frozen in place.
That was her father.
The person abandoned by Bibi Dong!
Now, however, high above the sky, under the watchful eyes of all, it has, in the form of a twelve-winged angel, thoroughly slapped everyone in the face.
Qian Renxue felt a lump in her throat; all the grievances she had held for so many years seemed to find an outlet at this moment.
She no longer cared about pretense or the dignity of a saint.
The next moment.
Qian Renxue suddenly rushed forward and threw herself into Qian Yu's arms, who was lying on the rattan chair.
"Father!"
The girl's voice was choked with emotion, but also filled with boundless pride and excitement.
She clung tightly to Qianyu's neck, clinging to her father like an octopus.
Her stunningly beautiful face was buried deep in Qianyu's chest, greedily inhaling the reassuring scent emanating from her father.
"You actually... you actually awakened the Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul!"
"You've deceived Xue'er so badly!"
Qian Renxue raised her head, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, yet she smiled like a blooming peony, radiant and captivating.
Her little face was flushed, both from excitement and from the intimate gestures they were in.
Although she is already over ten years old and a young woman.
But in front of Chiyu, she will always be that little girl who needs to be loved.
Qianyu smiled helplessly, reached out and gently patted her daughter's back, her movements as gentle as if she were soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.
"How old are you? You're still so impulsive."
"What kind of decorum would it be if outsiders saw His Highness the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire in such a state?"
Qian Renxue shook her head vigorously and snuggled against Qian Yu in a coquettish manner.
"I don't care!"
"Anyway, there are no outsiders here, I am my father's daughter."
At this point, Qian Renxue seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of extremely satisfying pleasure flashed in her beautiful eyes.
She straightened up from Qianyu's embrace, her hands still resting on her father's shoulders, a gloating smile playing on her lips.
"Father, what do you think Bibi Dong's expression would be if she knew about this?"
"Back then, she treated you like dirt, and even humiliated you in every way because you awakened the so-called useless martial soul, wishing she could kill you to death."
"Now it's all right."
"A twelve-winged angel! That's an existence that surpasses even the angel gods!"
"If Bibi Dong knew, she'd probably be kicking herself!"
Qian Renxue felt increasingly relieved as she spoke, her delicate face filled with satisfaction.
She couldn't wait to see Bibi Dong's bewildered, shocked, and even regretful face.
Upon hearing this, Qianyu remained calm.
He picked up his teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and his eyes were as deep as the endless starry sky.
"regret?"
"Perhaps."
Qianyu's voice was soft, yet it conveyed a sense of composure as if she had seen through the ways of the world.
He no longer felt much emotional turmoil towards Bibi Dong.
As for this twelve-winged angel martial spirit?
It's just one of his many trump cards, nothing more.
The Jixia Academy is spread across the continent, with 108 heroes guarding the four directions, and an even stronger trump card is about to be revealed.
A mere twelve-winged angel is just something to show off to my daughter.
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