Chapter 56: with translation of chapter title

Qian Renxue hurriedly grabbed Qian Daoliu's sleeve.

"Forget it, Grandfather. Second Grandfather is still worried about breaking through the ninety-ninth level; we shouldn't disturb him. Bibi Dong has already come to me several times; it's time to see her."

Qian Daoliu exclaimed in delight, "Xue'er, could it be that you're willing to go see Bibi Dong?"

"Bibi Dong has been coming here from time to time to ask about your situation; after all, she's your mother, so she cares about you."

"It's not that Qian Daoliu is deliberately pushing Qian Renxue toward Bibi Dong; he just wants Qian Renxue to feel a mother's love—something other children have—my Xue'er should have it too!"

Qian Renxue never expected her grandfather to be so naive, still spouting knightly chivalry at his age—has the intelligence been fooled by Bibi Dong? Oh no, now she's really run into an intelligence dog, intelligence about Bibi Dong!

"Well, she's after all my mother; how could I always put on a cold face toward her?"

"It's not that I, Qian Renxue, am putting on a cold face; it's that Bibi Dong put on a cold face first—I just don't buy into her 'CPU' act. Qian Renxue doesn't absolutely need a mother who loves her; without Bibi Dong's love, can she still become a god?"

"I'll communicate well with her." Qian Renxue showed a sunny, sweet, real-life fulfilling smile, which made Qian Daoliu overjoyed.

"Good, good, good—it's better than anything for mother and daughter to live together harmoniously."

Qian Daoliu first smiled with relief, then his brows furrowed with worry.

Besides, there's your father's side—Grandfather doesn't know what's going on either. Xue'er, you didn't say you used life-attribute healing on him before? His injury still hasn't healed to this day; he's holed up in that secret room and refuses to come out.

"Grandfather wanted to find someone from the Ye family to check on him, but he refuses."

"If you have time, you should go see him—your words carry more weight than Grandfather's. Xunji now sees you as his everything."

"Achieving the Angel God position is his obsession; now he has placed all his hopes on you."

Qian Renxue tilted her head in puzzlement. What's going on with Qian Xunji? I didn't leave a life seed for him? It couldn't still be not healed? Qian Renxue only felt like she was about to vomit—she'd ended up with such a bizarre, extreme pair of parents. Perhaps highly talented people always have some personality flaws; someone as gifted as her yet still normal is truly rare. Qian Renxue really can't comprehend the brain circuits of a lunatic.

"Don't worry, Grandfather—I'll leave Father's side to Xue'er; Xue'er will communicate well with Father!"

Qian Renxue kept her sweet smile, already eager to give those eccentric parents a lesson! Qian Daoliu watched her off with a relieved expression, tears unbidden streaming down his face as he muttered:

"Xue'er, it's Grandfather's inadequacy; whether Xunji wants to live on is up to you."

Since Qian Xunji learned that Qian Renxue had absorbed the angel's skull, he now seeks death, waiting in the secret room for Bibi Dong to come kill him, not wanting to hinder his daughter's path to godhood. Qian Daoliu wanted to persuade him but couldn't, so he can only rely on Qian Renxue.

After seeing her grandfather, Qian Renxue walked lightly back to her own cozy little room.

But just as she stepped into the room, she was surprised to find Ye Feng there, sitting at the table, deeply engrossed in writing something, quite focused. Qian Renxue's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure appearing on her face.

"How did you get in here?"

"Ye Feng!" Ye Feng was startled, he quickly turned around—although he had previously written a poem especially for Qian Renxue, he now instinctively used his body to block her from seeing it. Seeing Qian Renxue's beautiful figure, Ye Feng's heart inexplicably sped up a bit, and he rose awkwardly to approach her.

"Xue'er sister, you've been out and not at home; I came over to help you clean. We haven't seen each other in over three months—I've missed you."

Ye Feng's handsome face flushed a red, showing his pure innocence. Since obtaining his first soul ring, he has followed Qian Renxue closely for half a year; during that time they saw each other every day. Who would have thought that three and a half months ago Qian Renxue said she was going to obtain a soul ring, after which she never returned?

He couldn't help but worry that Qian Renxue had gone undercover in the Tian Dou Empire; if she had, how could he cultivate feelings with Xue'er sister? Fortunately, Qian Renxue didn't go.

Otherwise it would be a waste of talent—being innate twentieth rank and going undercover, truly a loss that the Spirit Hall could think of.

Qian Renxue relaxed her expression, nodded with a smile, and said, "Thank you, Xiao Feng, what were you just writing?"

Ye Feng's face turned red, he stammered, and finally he closed his eyes, facing death as if returning home.

"It's just a few poems; Xue'er sister, do you want to see them?"

A flash of curiosity passed through Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes, and the corner of her mouth curled into a faint smile.

"Poetry? You can write poetry? Sure, then let sister appraise it for you!"

Qian Renxue also became interested; the Douluo Continent also has poetry. The Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect is a master of poetic dao, always reciting verses when he acts, and thus is known as the Chanting Poetry Douluo.

Starting from him, the Douluo Continent began to flourish in poetry; uttering a line when releasing a soul skill can increase one's cool factor—whether it's strong or not is another matter; the main point is to look cool.

A faint blush of embarrassment appeared on Ye Feng's face as he slowly walked to the desk, then carefully picked up the poem he had just finished, holding it with both hands and presenting it to Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue blinked slightly, looking at Ye Feng with some surprise—she hadn't expected him to still observe poetic etiquette—then her gaze fell on those few sheets of paper.

Ye Feng nervously gazed at Qian Renxue's stunning profile; his hands unconsciously clenched, his heart pounding heavily. On one hand he feared Qian Renxue wouldn't understand the depth of his poem; on the other he feared she would understand its meaning—he had never been this nervous even when first absorbing a soul ring.

"A thousand charming postures, standing tall with heroic bearing; snow drifting adds beauty, her graceful shadow provokes thought."

Qian Renxue's mouth twitched involuntarily. "No way, buddy, your acrostic poem is too obvious—out of all the beautiful scenery you could write about, you chose me?"

"It's a bit abstract; the concealment isn't working well, not subtle enough." Qian Renxue then turned to the next page of the manuscript.

"Flowers bloom splendidly, reflecting the myriad worlds; lofty peaks stand tall, ten thousand ren high; pure and spotless like auspicious snow; graceful bearing, beautiful as illusion."

Qian Renxue sucked in a breath of cold air. From now on, don't call him Xiao Feng; just call him the "Poetry King Abstract Bro." This is getting a bit over the top—so awkward that Qian Renxue doesn't know what expression to use when facing Ye Feng.

Qian Renxue continued to look at the final page, forcing her expression to stay composed, afraid her expression would hurt Ye Feng's self-esteem.

"Spiritual light shines bright, illuminating the myriad worlds; vast talent towers over ten thousand ren; icy feelings and jade-like visage like frost and snow; peerless grace reflects the universe."

Will this Abstract Bro Ye Feng end up like Huo Yuhao, still doing the "Hao Dong Three Absolutes"? If he really keeps calling her "Xue'er, Xue'er," Qian Renxue will literally die—social death.

"Ahem, the writing is pretty good, but at your age you should focus on cultivation, not waste time on poetry, song, and fu—those are just ways for the older generation to vent emotions."

"Why not next time just avoid wasting time on these things? Cultivation is urgent."

Qian Renxue carefully chose her words, afraid of striking Ye Feng down—what if he accidentally darkened? Based on his previous performance, he must have been an elementary schooler before crossing over!

These three poems were written by Ye Feng, unrelated to the author! Love you guys! Give me votes! () Thanks for the reward from those who love faces but aren't brothers! Hehe! (End of chapter)