Chapter 131 Angel and Rakshasa have a child? Qian Lin collapses: What a melodramatic plot!
But in the end, it's impossible to completely exterminate the Fallen.
Awakening a Dark Martial Soul, not thinking of the righteous path, only thinking of taking shortcuts, and those born evil will always exist.
Establishing a Slaughter City can be considered a dumping ground for the Douluo Continent.
Qian Lin agrees with this.
However, Qian Lin doesn't seem to dwell on this issue too much, and his attention quickly returns to the more crucial question.
Qian Lin narrows his eyes slightly, turns slightly, and looks in the direction of Martial Soul City, saying:
"You haven't answered my question yet."
"The aura in the Papal Palace is cold, evil, and full of resentment and curses... Although it's well hidden, it can't escape my perception."
"Who exactly is it?"
Is it the Pope, or another Title Douluo from the Martial Soul Hall?
Along the way, Qian Lin has always felt that Qian Daoliu is not right.
This is definitely not just because he arranged for Qian Renxue, a good seedling, to infiltrate the Heaven Dou, delaying her cultivation, and carrying out some kind of usurpation plan.
Qian Daoliu and Jin E are definitely hiding something from him!
Qian Lin's voice suddenly turned cold, and an invisible killing intent instantly locked onto Qian Daoliu:
"Qian Daoliu, you'd better think carefully before you answer. If you dare to lie even a little..."
"You should know the consequences."
Qian Daoliu felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.
Jin E Douluo beside him also turned pale, desperately trying to wink at Qian Daoliu, signaling him to confess quickly.
If he continued to hide it, not only would Bibi Dong be in danger, but the two of them, old bones, would probably die here today!
Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and sighed inwardly:
"So be it, what's meant to be will be!"
Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his head, his body still trembling slightly, but his eyes held a resolute glint:
"Ancestor, please calm your anger! This junior... this junior dares not deceive you!"
"The owner of that aura... is none other than the current Pope of the Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong!"
"What?!"
Qian Lin raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then transformed into even more intense rage:
"What did you say? The current Pope?!"
"My Spirit Hall is a lineage left behind by the Angel God, representing the purest light and justice in the world! How could we allow someone filled with evil aura to become Pope?!"
"Qian Daoliu! What are you good for, Grand Elder?! Are you blind?!"
Qian Daoliu knelt down with a thud, his forehead slamming heavily against the hard ground, his voice shrill:
"Ancestor, please understand! This matter... this matter is a long story, and... and there are other hidden circumstances!"
"This Bibi Dong, she... she's my son Qian Xunji's disciple, and also... also Xue'er's birth mother!"
Qian Lin froze in mid-air.
His previously overwhelming aura faltered slightly due to this sudden "ethical revelation."
The fierce winds howled overhead, but couldn't dispel the suffocating awkwardness and deathly silence.
The amount of information was simply too much.
Even Qian Lin, who had lived for twenty thousand years and seen countless storms, felt his head buzzing, somewhat unable to believe his ears.
Qian Lin stared wide-eyed at Qian Daoliu kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with an indescribable strangeness and astonishment.
"You... what did you say?"
Qian Lin took a deep breath, trying to sort out this tangled web of relationships:
"That woman named Bibi Dong, who exudes a dark aura more repulsive than the abyss, is the current Pope?"
"She's Qian Renxue's biological mother?"
"And...she's also your son Qian Xunji's personal disciple?!"
Each word of this barrage of questions seemed to be squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Qian Lin's lips twitched uncontrollably, as if a thousand soul beasts were stampeding through his mind.
Twenty thousand years later, had the angel race become so "indiscriminate"?
That was the aura of Rakshasa divine power! That was ultimate evil and depravity!
To Qian Lin, this aura was like a rock in a cesspool—stinky and hard. He wouldn't even touch it, let alone look at it; it would be an eyesore.
Yet his descendant, that guy named Qian Xunji, could actually lay a hand on such a person?!
And, importantly—master and disciple?!
"Qian Daoliu!"
Qian Lin abruptly raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, feeling a rush of blood to his head.
This plot was even more outrageous than the third-rate, melodramatic stories written by bards twenty thousand years ago!
Teacher and disciple?
Light and darkness?
Angel and Rakshasa?
What kind of nonsense was this?!
"Your son... Qian Xunji, has he lost his mind, or are all the women in the world dead?"
Qian Lin pointed in the direction of Wuhun City, his fingers trembling slightly, his tone filled with disappointment:
"As a descendant of the Angel Clan, representing holiness and light, it's one thing to take someone with a dark martial soul as a disciple, but he actually... and had a child with her?!"
"This is utterly ridiculous!"
The more Qian Lin thought about it, the more uneasy he felt; the more he thought about it, the more he felt this was not only a misfortune for his family, but a disgrace to his family.
Qian Lin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to rush down and clean house immediately, and his gaze returned to Qian Daoliu, who was covered in sweat.
A rare, cautious hope flickered in Qian Lin's eyes as he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Qian Daoliu, tell me honestly..."
"Besides this bastard Qian Xunji, do you... have any other sons?"
"This Qian Renxue, is she the child of your other sons and Bibi Dong, right?"
At this moment, Qian Lin desperately wanted an affirmative answer.
Even if there was only one illegitimate child, even if he was less talented, even if he was missing an arm or a leg, as long as he was mentally sound and had normal aesthetic sense, he would accept it, even if it meant holding his nose.
How could a teacher and student have a child together?!
This chaotic family relationship was giving Qian Lin a terrible headache.
However, facing Qian Lin's expectant gaze, Qian Daoliu's body trembled even more violently.
Qian Daoliu lowered his head, wishing he could disappear into the ground, his voice barely audible, filled with endless bitterness and despair:
"Reporting...reporting to Ancestor..."
"This junior...this junior only has Xunji as his only son..."
"And...and Xunji...he already...passed away more than ten years ago."
Qian Lin was stunned again. His body, which had been tense with anger, instantly slumped like a deflated balloon.
Qian Lin sighed deeply, his sigh filled with helplessness and vicissitudes, as if he had aged several years in an instant.
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