Even the Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall were dumbstruck.
"Yue Guan… did you understand any of that?"
For the first time, Ghost Douluo's eternally expressionless face cracked with confusion.
He stared blankly at Chrysanthemum Douluo beside him.
Yue Guan's delicate fingers twisted his handkerchief into a shape resembling a chrysanthemum about to explode.
He looked at Qian Renxue lying on the ground—then at Bibi Dong, whose expression looked ready to devour someone whole.
"I don't understand," Yue Guan said shakily.
"…But I am thoroughly shaken."
Never in his entire life had he witnessed something so absurd.
She was the one who told someone to die.
She was also the one who saved them.
Then she was the one who slapped them across the room.
What kind of demonic logic was this?!
Qian Renxue slowly pressed a hand against her burning cheek.
There was no humiliation.
No anger.
Only blank confusion.
She raised her head, meeting those blazing amethyst eyes of Bibi Dong.
"…Why?"
Her voice trembled.
"Why didn't you let me die?"
She genuinely didn't understand.
Wasn't this her mother's greatest wish?
For this "spawn of sin," this constant reminder of her suffering, to disappear?
She hadn't even made Bibi Dong lift a finger—
yet Bibi Dong still chose to intervene.
Qian Renxue's lips quivered, blood mixing with her tears.
"Isn't this what you've always wanted…?"
Bibi Dong's chest rose and fell violently.
Her exquisite face twisted with rage—
but deep within those amethyst eyes…
…lurked a flicker of panic she herself refused to acknowledge.
"Hope?"
A chilling laugh spilled from her lips—sharp enough to cut glass.
"You think far too highly of yourself!"
She suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Qian Renxue by the collar, and hauled her up from the ground.
Their faces were almost touching.
Bibi Dong's furious breath washed over her daughter's skin.
"Qian Renxue, who do you think you are?!"
Her voice was low, poisonous.
"You think your worthless life is that precious?"
"You think you can die just because you want to?!"
"Absolutely not!"
Her voice crescendoed with each sentence, as if shouting at Qian Renxue—
and at something deep within her own heart.
"Only I—"
"ONLY I—"
"—can personally tear you apart to appease the hatred in my heart!"
"You want to die easily?"
"Keep dreaming!"
The venom of her words could have killed a dragon.
But in Qian Renxue's deadened eyes—
A light flickered.
A fragile, tiny ember of… warmth.
She looked at her furious, trembling mother—
and smiled.
Gentle.
Tragic.
Relieved.
"So that's how it is…"
Her shoulders relaxed, as if shedding a mountain of weight.
"If… if this is what you need to feel better…"
Her smile deepened—not with joy, but acceptance.
"Then… whatever you wish."
Bibi Dong froze.
This wasn't the reaction she'd expected.
No fear.
No pleading.
No more attempts at self-destruction.
Just calm, absolute surrender.
Her rage slammed into cotton.
And the fire inside her chest only grew more chaotic.
Qian Renxue slowly loosened her collar from Bibi Dong's trembling fists.
She straightened her robe…
And knelt again.
But this time—
Not before Bibi Dong.
Before Lin Feng.
"Senior."
Her voice was hoarse, but steady.
"Everything that happened yesterday was my fault alone."
"I spoke out of line."
"I violated your rules."
"And… I hurt her."
"It has nothing to do with Bibi Dong."
The hall gasped.
Qian Daoliu's face turned ashen.
He trembled violently—his heart nearly leaping out of his chest.
Xue'er… what are you doing?!
Even Bibi Dong looked stunned.
Qian Renxue then prostrated deeply.
"I am willing to accept any punishment."
"But… I beg you, Senior."
Her breath hitched for a moment before she squeezed out the final request.
"After I die—"
"…or after she finishes venting her hatred on me…"
"Please restore my mother's meal qualifications."
Shock rippled through the entire pavilion.
Meal qualifications?
Restored?
What exactly happened yesterday?!
Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo looked around, bewildered.
Lin Feng didn't speak.
He merely drummed his fingers lightly on the counter.
The atmosphere tightened like a noose.
Qian Renxue then turned back to Bibi Dong.
She knelt perfectly upright—
like a saint awaiting martyrdom.
"Do it."
She lifted her chin, exposing her pale throat.
Her eyes slowly closed.
"I am ready."
"I use my life… to return you peace."
"Come."
Time froze.
Bibi Dong stared at the girl kneeling before her.
The embodiment of her sin.
The shadow of her trauma.
The scar that had haunted her half her life.
Finally kneeling—
finally at her mercy.
She had dreamed of this moment.
Yet…
Her chest tightened unbearably.
"Clang—!!"
A sharp sound split the air.
A dark purple spider lance erupted from Bibi Dong's right hand, monstrous and grotesque.
Its tip glistened with deadly venom.
She raised her arm—
Aimed the lance at Qian Renxue's throat.
"Do you think I won't?!"
Kill her!
KILL HER!
Her mind screamed.
Just a tiny push—
A flick of the wrist—
And this cursed existence would vanish forever.
Finally…
Finally…
But her hand—
Her hand wouldn't move.
Her fingers trembled violently.
The lance felt heavier than Mount Tai.
Qian Renxue's face—
so similar to her own in youth—
Yet also resembling that man's—
That man she hated more than anything—
The spear trembled mere millimeters from skin.
Just one tiny push.
Just a little.
Why couldn't she do it?!
"Bibi Dong!!"
A hoarse, grief-filled voice exploded through the hall.
Qian Daoliu.
His eyes were bloodshot, his voice trembling with decades of anguish.
"Qian Xunji deserved to die ten thousand times!"
"But he already died—BY YOUR HAND!"
"Little Xue'er is innocent!"
"Let her go!"
His last words cracked, like an old tree splitting down the middle.
The entire restaurant went dead silent.
Then—
BOOM—
Brains exploded.
Everyone who didn't know the truth had their minds wiped clean.
At the Star Luo table—
Dai Tianfeng's chopsticks slipped into his bowl with a splash.
He didn't even notice.
What…
WHAT?!
The former Supreme Pontiff…
was killed by the current Supreme Pontiff?!
What kind of hellish place had he wandered into?!
Even Ning Fengzhi inhaled sharply, pupils shrinking.
Sword Douluo's eyes narrowed with razor-like sharpness.
Qian Xunji… was killed by Bibi Dong?!
How deep did this woman's terror run?
How horrifying was her story?
Yet all this shock…
Was nothing compared to the devastation inside the kneeling girl.
Qian Renxue stiffly, painfully raised her head.
Her dim golden eyes were blank.
Empty.
Disbelieving.
"…Wh-what?"
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