Chapter 345: Ning Rongrong—Bibi Dong, I Hate You
In Spirit Hall, within an incredibly luxurious room—this was the residence arranged by Qian Xunji for the Snow Empress when he brought her from the Extreme North. As always, the Snow Empress sat cross-legged, cultivating silently, her body radiating a cold and lonely aura.
Just as Qian Xunji entered the room, the Snow Empress opened her beautiful eyes and asked, "What do you want?"
Qian Xunji smiled lightly, his hands clasped behind his back. "Thank you for helping Xiao Xue become a god and for granting her an external soul bone. Snow Empress, from now on, stay in the human world."
The Snow Empress replied calmly, "That's impossible. I was born in the Extreme North—I belong only there."
"But you were reborn in Spirit Hall, weren't you? And you're no longer the soul beast Ice Sky Snow Woman. The human world is much more vibrant than your barren homeland. During your time here, even though you were always trying to escape, didn't you experience something new?"
The Snow Empress didn't respond. She wasn't sure what to say. After all, she had lived several months in the human world, then another year within Qian Renxue's consciousness. Those experiences had stirred far more emotion in her than life in the Extreme North ever had.
"Ah Yin also deeply appreciates what you did for Xiao Xue. I imagine she'll come thank you soon and take you on another tour of Spirit City. From then on, live wherever you like. You will always be a guest of honor in Spirit Hall."
Qian Xunji returned to the Pope's Hall and issued an order for Ghost Douluo to recall all Spirit Hall soul masters stationed at Vast Sea City. Bibi Dong was about to complete her transformation into the Rakshasa God and begin her campaign to retake the continent—he didn't want to risk losing any of his trusted forces. As for Bibi Dong's Sea God Nine Trials script… he felt it needed a little more fine-tuning.
Meanwhile, Qian Renchuan, determined to find a maid for his mother, rushed straight to Ning Rongrong.
"Ho—Holy Son… Lord Asura God, what do you need?" Ning Rongrong asked nervously, feeling both flustered and flattered. She couldn't imagine why Qian Renchuan, now a god, had come to see her. That had never happened before. She'd only ever watched him secretly during his etiquette lessons with Tang Yuehua.
Could it be…?
Ning Rongrong had some hopeful thoughts. Years ago, when Ning Fengzhi tried to arrange her marriage, all of Spirit Hall—Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, Ah Yin, Qian Renxue, even Shui Bing'er—had supported it. Only Qian Renchuan had firmly rejected it. Could today be…?
Qian Renchuan said calmly, "Ning Rongrong, my mother needs a personal maid. Are you willing to take the role?"
"What?"
Ning Rongrong almost couldn't believe it. She had once been the Nine-Colored Divine Maiden, heiress to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, daughter of a Spirit Hall elder, and possessor of the continent's number-one support martial spirit—the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. And now she was being asked to become a maid?
Qian Renchuan didn't care about Ning Rongrong's martial spirit. With one Qiluo Tulip, any Seven Treasure Pagoda could evolve into a Nine Treasure Pagoda. Spirit Hall was already raising another of Ning Fengzhi's children with rare herbs. By the time that child turned six, they would surpass Ning Rongrong easily.
Qian Xunji had carefully chosen Ning Fengzhi's bride—a loyal Spirit Hall soul master. The plan was for the Ning clan to be absorbed entirely by the Angel Clan, their surname changed to Qian, with future generations entering the family.
"I know your reputation in Spirit Hall isn't great because of Ning Fengzhi and Bibi Dong. Your position is awkward. But as my mother's maid, you'll at least live the rest of your life peacefully."
Ning Rongrong burst into tears. She sobbed for a moment, then nodded. She knew Ah Yin was a gentle person. And now that Qian Xunji had returned, serving Ah Yin wouldn't be hard. For the sake of the Ning family—and to have a quiet, easy life—she accepted the job.
At this point, Ning Rongrong hated her mother Bibi Dong more than anything. If it weren't for that heartless, selfish, monstrous demon who brought nothing but disaster—who slaughtered, destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, ruined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and even once caused the death of every soul master in Spirit Hall, including its most revered leader Qian Xunji—
Then she wouldn't be suffering now.
Because of Bibi Dong, all of Spirit Hall's soul masters resented her for inheriting her mother's appearance. Her life in Spirit City had become miserable. And it shouldn't have been. With her talents, looks, and the continent's strongest support-type martial spirit, she should have been adored wherever she went.
Bibi Dong! I hate you!!
She cursed bitterly in her heart.
Qian Renchuan, seeing her agree, said, "Then go learn how to be a maid today. Start serving my mother tomorrow."
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That night, in the Pope's Bedchambers
Beneath the covers, Ah Yin's long, azure hair draped over her sheer lace nightgown. She wore nothing beneath it. Lying on her back, her soft and curvy body was pressed against one arm and one leg—Qian Xunji's.
Qian Xunji felt both satisfied and unsated. Ah Yin's newly resurrected body was practically brand-new—and it clearly couldn't yet withstand his past vigor.
Ah Yin said, "Dear… did you know the Snow Empress has feelings for you?"
Qian Xunji smiled smugly. "Really? I didn't think I was that charming. Ah Yin, aren't you being too well-behaved? Not like how Yuehua used to throw little tantrums?"
"What tantrums could I throw? The Snow Empress helped our daughter immensely. She even avenged you after you died. She's strong. What can I do?"
Just from what the Snow Empress had done for her husband and daughter, Ah Yin had no objections. After going through Qian Xunji's death, her entire worldview had shifted. Now, her affection toward her husband resembled how she treated her son—trusting his judgment completely.
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