Chapter 55: But That Title Douluo Isn't Strong Either?

At the foot of the Offering Hall mountain, inside Qian Renxue's cottage.

Qian Renxue's cottage is not luxurious, yet it is arranged in a very simple and elegant manner.

In that quiet and warm cottage, soft light poured down. Ye Feng sat silently at the table, holding an exquisite brush in his hand; he slightly furrowed his brows, his gaze focused and deep.

Ye Feng lightly dipped the brush in ink, then began to write verses stroke by stroke on the pristine paper. His movements were light and relaxed, as if each character contained his most sincere feelings deep within.

Thought Snow Fist! Recite Snow Sword! Maple Snow Palm! My sister Snow, truly feel my longing! My affection!

He alternated between contemplation and writing, turning his thoughts into graceful words; a tranquil, artistic atmosphere filled the cottage.

Above the clouds, Qian Renxue's golden hair fluttered in the wind; she was like a dazzling sun, leading the angel legion forward.

The angel legion behind her was strictly disciplined, the synchronized beating of their wings sounding like a war anthem.

Along the way, sunlight bathed them, refracting into brilliant rays; wherever they passed, they left trails of radiant light, their wings symbolizing their glory.

Qian Renxue rode at the forefront, guiding the angel legion to trace a beautiful arc across the sky, racing toward the Offering Hall below.

This is the advantage of the air force; she leads the angel legion to fly over the Spirit Hall from above, and as long as she does not expose her soul power fluctuations, no one in the Spirit Hall can detect them.

It is a limitation of the era; in this age of the Douluo Continent, there is no concept of air defense, so the angel legion's aerial raid is a complete dimensional‑reduction strike.

Qian Renxue let Wang Xi arrange the angel legion on his own, while she herself marched toward the Offering Hall.

Having been exterminating evil soul masters for so long, she lets the warriors go to the Spirit Hall to collect some gold soul coins, rare materials, etc., and she gives herself a proper vacation, to enjoy herself, and even guard the Offering Hall while resting for a while.

Qian Renxue's feet wore exquisite, ornate high‑heeled battle boots, the golden heels slender, and the heels struck the ground with a series of urgent sounds.

She, full of anticipation, raced toward the Offering Hall, passing through magnificent and solemn corridors; her golden skirt fluttered in the wind like golden waves, and her fitted battle armor clanged.

She hasn't seen the grandfathers for two months—two whole months! Since she was a child, she has never been away from the Offering Hall for so long; in her past life, that would have been a summer vacation.

First she'll see the grandfathers, then go meet that woman Bibi Dong.

Inside the Offering Hall, Qian Daoliu stood tall, like an ancient pine weathered by time. He wore a splendid golden robe embroidered with delicate patterns, which glimmered faintly in the light.

His clear, handsome face was now exceedingly solemn, his eyes fixed tightly on the towering, holy Angel God statue ahead.

Qian Daoliu slowly raised his hands, scar‑scarred yet still strong, and performed a solemn, reverent bow, lowering his head slightly, his expression full of reverence for the Angel God.

His long golden hair fluttered gently, as if moving in rhythm with his prayers.

"May the Angel God protect Snow on this journey, granting safety and smoothness."

A solemn, sacred aura permeated the Offering Hall; the exquisite carvings on the walls and stone pillars flickered in light and shadow, intertwining with Qian Daoliu's devout figure, together creating an atmosphere that inevitably inspired awe.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu suddenly sensed Qian Renxue's aura; his face lit with surprise, he abandoned his prayer and hurried outside, shouting, "Grandpa, Snow is back!"

Qian Daoliu saw Qian Renxue rush forward fiercely and quickly caught her.

"Good child, Grandpa's dear Snow, these two months have been hard on you; subduing the fallen soul masters must have been very arduous!"

"Your second grandpa has gathered many good things; Grandpa will take you to him to have something tasty."

A few glimmers of light flickered in Qian Daoliu's eyes as he gently stroked Qian Renxue's golden hair, feeling deep affection.

Snow is so young yet has already taken on responsibilities that belonged to Qian Xunji, traveling for the continent's future; Snow is only nine! How could he not feel pity?

That rebellious son! He doesn't even know where his whole mind is now! He actually lets a child bear the responsibility! "Ha ha, Grandpa, you underestimate me; those evil soul masters are not my opponents at all. In terms of hardship, they suffer far more than I do, living in constant fear every day."

"I've killed even a title Douluo‑ranked evil soul master; I've already grown!"

Qian Renxue placed her hands on her hips, looking utterly badass, her whole being swelling with confidence; aside from her, who on the Douluo Continent could at level fifty defy a title Douluo? She has already achieved a nascent angelic body!

In the Offering Hall she doesn't have to maintain a cold‑goddess persona, so Qian Renxue does whatever feels comfortable.

"Huh? Title Douluo, Snow! You were too reckless!"

"You only have four spirit rings; how can you be so careless! If the snake‑spear‑porpoise fails to act in time and you get into trouble, what will Grandpa do? Are you trying to make Grandpa die of worry!"

Qian Daoliu, who had just been feeling affectionate, immediately began nagging and lecturing.

"Who told you to kill a title Douluo? No matter how talented, you must not be careless! You are a Heavenly Pride, not a true strong one!"

Qian Renxue felt a bit aggrieved, "But that title Douluo wasn't strong either; I killed him in a few moves."

Qian Daoliu didn't take Qian Renxue's words to heart; he thought perhaps the porpoise and snake spear restrained that title Douluo, and then Snow's soul skill killed him, after all, a soul skill from a hundred‑thousand‑year spirit ring is indeed terrifyingly powerful, and the more he thought, the more uneasy he became.

"You! Your recklessness—how can Grandpa trust you to go out alone? From now on, you must bring a devotee with you when you leave the Offering Hall!"

"Aoo!"

Qian Renxue obediently nodded; having a title Douluo as a bodyguard is a wonderful thing, so she had no reason to refuse! Qian Renxue's principle is to act from the heart—when out, she brings as many people as she can, also avoiding the embarrassment of showing off and failing later.

Seeing his granddaughter's obedient demeanor, Qian Daoliu's heart melted; unwilling to scold further, he grabbed Qian Renxue and headed to find the Golden Crocodile Douluo for a meal.

"Grandpa will take you to your second grandpa to find food! The other grandfathers have all gone out to play, each one, at such an age they are not steady at all."

The other devotees are all crazy, never staying idle in the Offering Hall; they've long gone out to have fun. Only the Golden Crocodile Douluo has stayed recently in the Offering Hall to study the soul core; he is eager to break through to become a Limit Douluo.

(End of Chapter)