Qian Renxue found the argument increasingly convincing and clenched her fists.
"Otherwise, having inherited your bloodline, how could my martial soul be merely a six-winged angel? It should at least be eight-winged or ten-winged!"
Hearing her daughter's "rebellious" yet ridiculous remarks, Qianyu's lips twitched slightly.
He patted Qian Renxue's hand and comforted her gently:
"Xue'er, you can't say that. She is, after all, your mother. Although... she is indeed lacking in some aspects."
Qianyu paused for a moment, but did not delve into the topic. Instead, she pointed to the Hongmeng Tower floating beside her.
"And you don't need to worry. Now that we have the Hongmeng Tower, I will help you evolve your martial soul when we get home."
"At that point, it's not impossible for them to become twelve-winged angels, or even higher-ranking beings."
Qian Renxue was overjoyed upon hearing this and was about to express her gratitude.
Just then, a voice filled with extreme anger and shrilly, like a thunderclap, came from the high platform of the Papal Palace in front.
"Qian Renxue!!"
"Do you even respect me as your mother?! How dare you speak ill of me behind my back?!"
Qianyu and Qianrenxue looked up at the same time.
Bibi Dong was standing on the edge of the platform, her soul power surging.
Her stunningly beautiful face was contorted with rage, her eyes blazing as she stared down at the scene of "filial piety and parental love."
That extremely angry roar, carrying the pressure of a Title Douluo, instantly swept across the entire square in front of the Spirit City gate.
The many Soul Masters and commoners who were whispering and marveling at the Sky List felt a tremor in their hearts and hurriedly fell silent.
Everyone's gaze instinctively turned to the Pope, who was usually aloof and dignified, standing on the high platform.
Where was the dignified and composed Bibi Dong at this moment?
Her chest heaved violently, and her beautiful eyes burned with a tangible rage as she stared intently at Qian Renxue below.
She never imagined that she, as the Empress of the Martial Soul Empire and the biological mother of Qian Renxue, would be slandered like this by her own daughter.
Moreover, this happened in front of a large audience.
The word "useless" was like a sharp thorn, piercing deep into her heart.
Qian Renxue was still immersed in admiration for her father and regret for her own talent when she heard this sudden angry shout, and she was slightly stunned.
She instinctively stopped and looked up.
Bibi Dong's magnificent papal robes fluttered in the wind, and her face was frighteningly pale.
"Bibi Dong?"
Qian Renxue did not show the fear that a typical daughter would show when meeting her angry mother. Instead, she frowned slightly and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.
She truly hadn't expected Bibi Dong to appear at this moment.
And the moment they appeared, they were already in this accusatory posture.
When Bibi Dong saw that Qian Renxue not only showed no remorse but also addressed her by her given name, her anger surged like a volcanic eruption.
The surge of blood and energy rushed upwards, causing her to feel dizzy for a moment.
"Qian Renxue, I'm asking you a question!"
Bibi Dong's voice was sharp and trembling, a sign of extreme anger.
"What did you just say? Who did you call useless? Who did you say was holding you back?"
She gripped the scepter tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the force.
If anyone else had dared to say that to her, they would probably have been blasted into dust by her in one move.
But this person happens to be Qian Renxue, her daughter, and the apple of that old man Qian Daoliu's eye.
Facing Bibi Dong's murderous gaze, Qian Renxue merely snorted and even moved closer to Qian Yu.
It seemed that only when she was with her father did she disdain to pay attention to this crazy woman.
"Bibi Dong, did I say something wrong?"
Qian Renxue slightly raised her chin, her beautiful face carrying a hint of self-righteous arrogance.
She stretched out a slender finger, pointed at Qianyu beside her, and then at the sky, her tone full of mockery.
Facts speak louder than words.
"My father's martial soul is a twelve-winged angel, which is a being that surpasses the level of gods."
"Not only that, my father also possesses the number one Glory Crystal and twin god-level martial souls. Either one of them is enough to suppress the world's top talents."
At this point, Qian Renxue looked Bibi Dong up and down, her disdain undisguised.
"And what about me?"
"I inherited my father's bloodline, but I only awakened a mere six-winged angel martial soul."
"Although the six-winged angel is known as a top-tier martial soul on the continent, it depends on who it is compared to."
"Before the twelve-winged angel of the father, even a six-winged angel is not worthy to carry its shoes."
Qian Renxue's voice was clear and melodious, yet her logic was exceptionally clear. Every word she uttered was like a heavy hammer, striking Bibi Dong's fragile self-esteem.
"Since the father's genes are so strong and perfect."
"Then why did I degenerate into a six-winged being?"
"The only explanation is that there is something wrong with the other half's genes."
Qian Renxue shrugged, her face showing an expression that said, "There's only one truth."
"If your martial soul wasn't so useless and unworthy of my father's martial soul, severely lowering the upper limit of my bloodline, how could I only have six wings?"
These words silenced the entire room.
The temple knights and soul masters who were eavesdropping all stared wide-eyed, not daring to breathe.
ruthless.
That's too ruthless.
This directly denies His Holiness the Pope's talent from the root!
And what's most damning is that, according to the logic of genetics... what this young master said actually makes a lot of sense!
Bibi Dong felt like her chest was about to explode.
The surge of anger within her made her tremble with rage, her face turning from pale to red, and then from red to white.
Bibi Dong opened her mouth, wanting to refute.
She wanted to tell Qian Renxue loudly that she possessed twin martial souls.
She is the successor of the Rakshasa God, and she is the most outstanding genius on the Douluo Continent!
But.
But when the words were on the tip of her tongue, she found herself powerless to refute them.
Because the man standing opposite her was Qianyu.
It is that terrifying being that just topped the rankings on the sky, possessing the "Glory Crystal" and the "Twelve-Winged Angel".
Under such brilliance, Bibi Dong's talent seemed to truly pale in comparison.
If you don't refute it, it's tantamount to presupposing that you are useless and admitting that your genes are dragging Qian Renxue down.
But if she refutes that... what does she have to compare with a twelve-winged angel?
What can I use to compare with that man whom even the gods of the divine realm would fight over?
This is a dead end.
This feeling of being furious but being silenced by the other party's facts made Bibi Dong extremely uncomfortable.
She felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in her throat, something she couldn't spit out or swallow.
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