"I am the best vessel for the Angel God's revival."
Boom.
Qian Renxue's clear, steady voice—
as cold as falling snow, as blazing as rising fire—
instantly sucked all the air out of Feng Ran Pavilion.
A dead silence fell.
A suffocating, unbearable, dreadful silence.
Crack.
A faint, crisp sound came from the Supreme Pontiff's table.
Bibi Dong's face remained cold, distant, untouchable.
But the white-jade teacup in her hand had cracked—
crushed by the force of her tightening fingers.
Before anyone could process that—
"Xiaoxue! No!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo shot up like lightning.
His handsome face instantly drained of all color.
"What nonsense are you saying?! This is madness!"
Azure Luan Douluo stood as well, panic spilling from his voice.
"To merge with a Divine Soul… do you know that's no different from having your own soul scattered?! You're seeking death!"
"Xiaoxue, don't you dare!"
Lion Douluo's eyes turned red.
He glanced at Qian Daoliu—now frozen like a statue beside him—
and his voice broke.
"You… you're Big Brother's only living relative!"
"If something happens to you… what will Big Brother… how will he live!"
Those heart-wrenching cries—
each like a hammer—
finally jolted Qian Daoliu back into his body.
A heartbeat later—
ROOOOAR—!!!
The fury of a Peerless Douluo exploded like a volcanic eruption!
"ABSOLUTE—NONSENSE!!"
He spun around, bloodshot eyes glaring at Qian Renxue, his voice shaking with uncontrollable rage.
"Revive the Angel God?!"
"Let me tell you!! Even if my Spirit Hall never sees divine light again—!"
"Even if I, Qian Daoliu, die in shame before my ancestors—!"
"I WILL NOT USE MY GRANDDAUGHTER'S LIFE AS A SACRIFICE!"
The glory of the Angel God?
The honor of Spirit Hall?
At this moment—
all worthless.
But Qian Renxue…
She smiled.
And that smile—
Beautiful.
False.
Bitter enough to crush a heart.
"Grandfather."
Her voice was soft, faint, tired.
"To give up my life for the Angel God's revival… is my honor."
"As the owner of the Seraphim Divine Soul… as a descendant of the Qian clan… this is the best ending for me."
Her words were righteous, noble, filled with mission.
But her golden eyes…
Dead.
Silent.
Desolate.
She didn't even look at her grandfather.
After saying this, she turned away from all despair and pleas—
facing the man reclining lazily behind the counter.
She knelt.
"Senior."
Her beautiful face lifted, lips pale, eyes hollow yet resolute.
"Please grant a miracle."
"Please use my body as the vessel for—"
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Sharp, rhythmic steps—
high heels striking the floor like a whip—
cut her off.
A storm of killing intent approached.
Before anyone registered it—
A white shadow swept across!
The next instant—
PA—!!!
A deafening slap cracked through the entire restaurant!
The crisp, brutal sound echoed endlessly.
Qian Renxue's head jerked violently to the side.
Blood trickled from her lip.
Five flaming red marks bloomed across her flawless cheek.
She was stunned.
Slowly, she turned her head back.
And saw—
the person she never expected.
Bibi Dong.
Her raised hand still trembled faintly in mid-air.
Her breathtaking face was now covered in frost colder than winter seas.
"Who allowed you to die?"
She suddenly grabbed Qian Renxue by the collar—
lifting her roughly off the ground.
Their faces were inches apart.
"I asked you—"
"Who. Allowed. You. To. Die!"
Bibi Dong's breathing was ragged, chest heaving, voice sharp enough to slice bone.
"I told you—your life belongs to me!'
"I gave you life! Even if you die—YOU CAN ONLY DIE BY MY HAND!"
"I won't allow you to die so easily!"
Her vicious, cruel words—
Yet when they fell into Qian Renxue's ears…
A faint tremor ran through her heart.
Just then, Bibi Dong turned—
like a lioness gone mad—
toward the man behind the counter.
Her cold majesty shattered, replaced by panic and desperation.
"Senior!"
Her voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Please… please don't agree to her!"
This moment—
the raw panic in Bibi Dong's side profile—
Qian Renxue saw everything.
She looked at Bibi Dong.
She looked deep into her trembling eyes.
And she suddenly smiled.
No longer bitter.
No longer forced.
Just… soft.
So that's how it is.
A single tear slid down her cheek, mixing with the blood on her lips, tracing across the red handprint.
Her voice was as faint as a dream:
"So… it turns out…"
"You still have a place for me in your heart."
The whisper was too soft—
drifting away before anyone could fully hear.
Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat.
She frowned.
"What did you say?"
Qian Renxue simply shook her head.
Enough.
Knowing this much…
was enough.
She reopened her eyes—
and the deadness was gone.
Her gaze was firm as she looked past Bibi Dong.
Back to Lin Feng.
"Senior."
Her voice was calm. Clear. Unwavering.
"Please grant my request."
"Let me become the vessel for the Angel God."
Silence.
Then—
Host, if you don't step in now, this high-quality leek is going to self-destruct. The show is at peak drama; don't waste it.
Lin Feng's eye twitched.
Why rush? The show just got good.
He finally lifted his hand.
The fragments in Qian Daoliu's trembling palms flew out instantly!
They spiraled together—
merging in the air with impossible ease—
Buzz—!!!
Golden light blazed!
A brilliant sphere of pure divine soul formed in Lin Feng's hand.
Complete.
Terrifying.
Holy.
Then—
Under the horrified stares of everyone—
Lin Feng flicked his wrist lightly.
The golden sphere drifted out of his hand—
Leaving a sparkling trail—
Floating…
Slowly…
Directly toward the kneeling Qian Renxue.