Chapter 92: Mom Just Wants to Hug You More

The Clear Sky Sect's raid ended, and news of the Spirit Hall's counterattack implemented by the Clear Sky Sect spread across the continent's major forces within a day, such as the two great royal houses, the Upper Three Sects, and other major powers.

Never underestimate these forces that have been entrenched on the continent for years and have long lineages; their intelligence networks are terrifying, and even the Spirit Hall cannot completely eliminate these rats.

Some people gloat, some become wary, and some begin to reassess the newly appointed Pope Bibi Dong.

This thunderous tactic is obvious to anyone as a ploy by the Spirit Hall to lure the snake out of its hole; this newly risen Pope Bibi Dong, though inexperienced, is not lacking in methods, and of course it cannot be ruled out that a higher power is guiding him, since the Spirit Hall is vast and inevitably has a few clever people.

In any case, Bibi Dong's name has already become renowned, and even the common folk have started discussing this new Pope of the Spirit Hall.

Martial Soul Square.

Qian Renxue surveyed the Martial Soul Square, which had to be rebuilt after the raid, and couldn't help but sigh, saying, "The Martial Soul Square really suffers so many calamities; it was just repaired not long ago, and now it's been bombed again."

Ci Tun handed a four‑ten‑thousand‑year‑old blue right arm bone to Qian Renxue; it was a lightning‑type soul bone that emerged after Tang Ming's death, and he said helplessly, "Young master, actually you could ignore the Clear Sky Sect's pack of stray dogs."

From Ci Tun's perspective, since the old sect master died, the Clear Sky Sect now only has Tang Xiao, a newly promoted titled Soul Master, but he is just a mob of riff‑raffles, stepping on each other without dying; however, Tang Chen, the ground‑invincible, whose death status is still unknown, would cause many more troubles if provoked.

Qian Renxue naturally could not tell him; she was planning for the future, and she could not say she knew Tang Chen could not return to the Clear Sky Sect, so she let events unfold.

The Spirit Hall's development is already rapid, but reaching the next stage is still insufficient unless an empire is truly established, possessing more borders and subjects.

Since further development is impossible, they must curb the enemy's growth; essentially, the story of Douluo Continent is the Upper Three Sects opposing the Spirit Hall, and most of the Slake Seven Monsters are descendants of the seven major sects and the royal families.

Bibi Dong has just ascended the throne, his prestige is insufficient, and now is the perfect time for the Upper Three Sects to stir the waters and fish.

Now the Clear Sky Sect is truly depleted; after this deterrence, the remaining Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect and Seven Treasure Glazed Sect will not dare to trouble the Spirit Hall, and Bibi Dong need not worry about the designs of the Upper Three Sects and the two great royal houses.

Qian Renxue smiled and then said, "At least the goal was achieved, wasn't it?"

The Spirit Hall is her domain; as the young master, she enjoys its resources while naturally having to clear a path for the Spirit Hall's opponents—that is her responsibility. As for Bibi Dong, his mind is occupied with love and hatred; he still needs two years of training, perhaps later he can become a good Pope, but for now he is of little use.

She handed the fire‑type torso bone that Tang Yuran had exploded out to Ci Tun, the Soul Master.

"Uncle Ci Tun, give this torso bone to Ling Yan; her soul power level is already 88, and absorbing this bone will let her quickly reach the title Soul Master. She killed six elders of the Clear Sky Sect and earned great merit, so she should be rewarded."

"Also, participants of this operation will receive double salary; the four titled Soul Masters, including Uncle Ci Tun, may each go to the Offering Hall to claim a soul bone with a thirty‑thousand‑year lifespan."

Ci Tun's pupils contracted; this… the young master actually bestowed soul bones directly! To know that among the Spirit Hall's nine senior elders, only Ghost Soul Master has a leg soul bone, and even Chrysanthemum Soul Master has none.

He trembled, took the fiery torso bone with both hands, his face showing zeal, knelt on one knee, and said, "Thank you, young master, for the gift!"

The operation was too easy; four titled Soul Masters led a squad with a Soul Fighter as leader, and after finishing they could still obtain soul bones—so relaxed, with so many rewards, who wouldn't like such a superior?

After today's incident, members of the Spirit Hall will even break their heads trying to serve Qian Renxue.

"Alright, go ahead."

The four titled Soul Masters who acted today are Qian Renxue's die‑hard followers; although today's mission wasn't difficult, it doesn't prevent Qian Renxue from using this excuse to strengthen her loyalists.

Leaving Martial Soul Square, Qian Renxue returned to the Pope's Hall's warm, grand living room; she casually tossed the black wolf cloak that Ci Tun had draped over her onto the floor, then sank into the sofa as if she had no bones, curling lazily into a ball.

【Sigh, what a hassle, just watching these actions gives me a headache. Xiao Xue, do you like it when others are scared of you?】

Jin Huang'er's voice reached Qian Renxue's mind, and she asked curiously.

"How could it be? Occasionally looking is fine, but if it's always like that I can't accept it."

"It's just that I have to do this; it's my responsibility."

The blonde girl turned over, lying back on the sofa, lazily watching the richly colored chandelier on the ceiling, and said.

【Today, as usual, shall we practice swordsmanship, Xiao Xue?】

"Yes."

Qian Renxue responded with a hint of ennui, stretching her plump legs; although she lacked enthusiasm today, cultivation is like rowing against the current—no progress means retreat.

But later she must go to the City of Slaughter; that place is chaotic, and she'll truly have no time to relax then, so she'll lie down a while first.

After obtaining the Killing God Realm in the City of Slaughter, she will face the issue of spirit ring age; the older the spirit ring, the better—fifth and sixth use divine‑gifted spirit rings.

However, using a divine‑gifted spirit ring for the seventh is somewhat wasteful; Qian Renxue's ideal seventh spirit ring is the near‑million‑year‑old Tianmeng Ice Silkworm spirit beast, and she still doesn't know whether it has become a charging battery for a fierce beast, so finding the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm is also a problem.

"The seventh spirit ring…," Qian Renxue rubbed her forehead, thinking that merely reaching a spirit ring breakthrough to level 70 would not be an issue, even easy.

But she refuses to settle; if she wants something, she wants the best.

She just doesn't want to be like the original Qian Renxue, compromising everywhere, always a little short in cultivation and a little short in battle.

"It's fine, I still have plenty of time, but it would be nice if someone could share the burden; I also hate thinking too much."

A few seconds later, Qian Renxue sat up, stretched lazily, hammered her head hard as if to activate a second personality, then settled her mind and went to practice sword with Jin Huang'er.

……

Two days later, not far from the capital Tian Dou City of the Douluo Empire, about three hundred li east of the city, behind a small village's mountain peak, the Clear Sky Sect had taken root there.

The Clear Sky Sect had no pavilions or towers, yet from a distance it resembled a castle‑like structure, entirely gray, looking as if it were part of the mountain, almost occupying the whole summit.

The Clear Sky Sect, the sect master's residence.

It was a room of over a hundred square meters, with simple furnishings: a spacious desk, bookshelves covering two walls, and two long sofas.

The Clear Sky Sect's architecture lacked any hint of luxury, yet it wasn't exactly plain; its most prominent feature was its heaviness.

The man known as the Howling Sky Douluo, Tang Xiao, sat gloomily on a sofa sipping wine, with a piece of intelligence obtained from the Spirit Hall placed on the table before him.

Tang Xiao stood over two meters tall, with a tiger‑back and bear‑like waist, a chiseled face, a short cropped haircut, and simple gray robes, but sitting there he seemed the very core of the residence.

Two meters in height may not be especially tall in the Clear Sky Sect, but it appeared quite imposing.

Looking at the intelligence on the table, Tang Xiao's mood grew even more irritable.

He slammed the wine cup to the ground; the glass shattered everywhere, and the unfinished wine spilled across the hall.

As the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, he naturally knows the events that have occurred in the Spirit Hall during this period.

In a sense, the plan for Tang Ming and Tang Yuran to lead an assault on the Spirit Hall and rescue Tang Yuehua could only proceed after his approval.

But it failed; not only did it not rescue his younger sister, it also cost him a painful price.

This also made his mood especially irritable lately.

Rescuing Tang Yuehua was not only because she is Tang Xiao's younger sister, but also because she excels at the intricate exchanges and profit dealings among the nobles; now the Clear Sky Sect, forced by the Spirit Hall into seclusion, cannot do without Tang Yuehua's resource supply—without her they would starve in the mountains, let alone cultivate.

Thirty‑seven direct disciples, two hundred and seven peripheral ones, a total of two hundred and forty‑four, were all wiped out… most importantly, there were no gains at all, all died mysteriously! Since its founding the Clear Sky Sect has never suffered such a humiliating defeat; Tang Xiao's heart grew heavier, a strong sense of failure filling him.

"Father, perhaps you are right; Xiao truly isn't fit to be sect master. Hao Di is missing, and now even Yuehua is gone… what should Xiao do?"

Sect Master——!

A shout and knocking from outside the door pulled Tang Xiao out of his sorrowful thoughts.

He first composed his facial expression, then said, "Come in!"

A sect disciple rushed in, pushing the door open in a panic.

Tang Xiao looked at the panting sect disciple who had run up to him, furrowed his brows, and asked, "What's the hurry? What happened?"

"Nothing happened, nothing happened—it's great news!"

The youth gasped for breath, paused a moment, then quickly said:

"Sect Master, Aunt Yuehua has just returned!"

"What did you say! She's back?"

Tang Xiao's face showed disbelief as he quickly asked, "Where is she now?"

"The villagers said a woman left Aunt Yuehua at the village gate, where a branch disciple found her and brought her back; Aunt Yuehua is still unconscious. Sect Master, would you like to see her? However, the five elders are waiting for you in the sect hall."

"No rush, we'll talk after she wakes. Let's go to the sect hall first."

……

The sect hall.

Besides Tang Xiao, there were five elders standing there.

Although these five elders looked like middle-aged men in their prime, each was at least past sixty, all vigorous and ruddy-faced; one elder, with a solemn expression, was saying something to Tang Xiao.

"What? The whole army wiped out! Then… my son…" a thin, tall elder cried out, staggered a few steps, couldn't catch his breath, as if about to faint.

"Seventh Brother!" an elder hurried over to support him.

After the seventh elder recovered, he red-eyed asked, "Sect Master, did my son contribute to the sect in this battle?"

Tang Xiao nodded heavily, then said:

"Someone, help the seventh elder—his breath is uneven; quickly assist him to rest!"

At this point, even if no contribution was made, it must be counted as one.

But before the disciple at the door could step forward, Tang Lieyang stood up himself, his voice trembling as he said:

"Don't touch me, anyone! I must hear this meeting through to the end!"

Tang Xiao waved his hand, indicating to let Tang Lieyang be, then greeted several elders to sit down; he took his seat, looked at the five elders beside him, returned to the main topic, and asked, "Regarding the Spirit Hall's stance, what do the elders think?"

"Could they be trying to ease relations? No! That's impossible."

A long-browed elder spoke, but quickly dismissed his own idea, then said:

"All the rescue disciples died, only Tang Yuehua was sent back—this is too strange. What is the Spirit Hall's purpose? Could it be to demonstrate power to us?"

Another elder furrowed his brows and said, "Could Yuehua have escaped on her own?"

"Impossible! Tang Yuehua's martial soul is aberrant, with only ninth-rank soul power—are you suggesting the Spirit Hall couldn't detain a ninth-rank Soul Scholar?" The sole female among the five elders, Tang Qingqing, also spoke.

"You can be certain Yuehua didn't betray the sect?"

The sect hall began to grow noisy.

Each elder voiced his opinion, none yielding to another.

Tang Xiao slammed his palm on the table before him and said, "Stop arguing!"

The Clear Sky Sect Sect Master's authority still worked; as soon as Tang Xiao spoke, the hall fell silent at once.

"I know you all feel something's off; I feel it too…"

"But now that the Clear Sky Sect is reclusive, without resources how can we develop? We cannot do without Yuehua's abilities, nor can the sect."

"Furthermore, Yuehua is my father's daughter and my sister; I believe she would never betray the sect."

With Tang Xiao's assurance, the remaining five elders immediately expressed their stance.

Seeing the five elders calm down, Tang Xiao involuntarily sighed in relief, then continued:

"I know the elders' concerns, but the more critical the moment, the more we need unity; the Clear Sky Sect will not abandon any direct disciple!"

"Once Yuehua wakes, we'll know what exactly happened inside the Spirit Hall during this operation."

But Tang Xiao didn't know that a surreptitious conspiracy was lurking around the Clear Sky Sect.

That night, many Clear Sky Sect disciples in the village discovered some blue crystal balls, inside which a several-second scene was imprinted.

Infusing soul power would bring up an image: Tang Yuehua, looking disheveled, directing a black‑short‑haired woman, who said:

"Miss Lingyuan, kill him quickly!"

Immediately, the purple‑clothed man's heart was pierced by a scarlet feather.

Tang Yuran and the Clear Sky Sect disciple sitting on the ground stared in shock, turning their heads toward Tang Yuehua.

Suddenly the image blurred for a moment; the next frame showed the slain man turned face‑up, his expression wild, as if he were about to fight to the death before dying.

Coincidentally, many in the Clear Sky Sect recognized that face—it was Ode, a branch disciple who had lived in the village before leaving the sect.

And the Tang Yuehua who had ordered Lingyuan to kill the sect disciple was still unconscious at this time.

……

Qian Renxue also obtained considerable intelligence about the Slaughter City from Bibi Dong; although Bibi Dong knew it might not be as much as Qian Renxue's, it was still a gesture of goodwill.

After chatting with Bibi Dong about family matters, Qian Renxue set out; she had previously led the Angel Legion to the gates of the Slaughter City once.

Now it was completely familiar territory, but this time she wasn't in a hurry; instead she rode in the Spirit Hall's carriage, with Bibi Dong accompanying her, intending to intimidate the Slaughter King so he wouldn't cause trouble when Qian Renxue challenged the Hell Road.

Inside the carriage.

Bibi Dong placed Qian Renxue's head on her lap, with a solemn expression she said, "The Slaughter City has stood for over a thousand years; only eight killing gods have ever walked out of it, on average one appears every hundred‑plus years."

"Xiao Xue, although you are strong, you cannot use soul skills in the Slaughter City; you must not be careless—perhaps you should absorb a few more soul bones before going there."

Qian Renxue enjoyed Bibi Dong's soft lap, closed her eyes comfortably, and said, "My martial soul is not merely the simple Eight‑Winged Angel; it also possesses an Angel Holy Sword equivalent to a tool‑type martial soul. Relying on my physique, even as a Titled Douluo I fear nothing. Being unable to use soul skills is no limitation for me."

Hearing Qian Renxue's confident words, Bibi Dong suddenly choked; aside from these annoying nagging remarks, she seemed not to know how to get along with her own daughter.

After a while, Qian Renxue's breathing became slow and steady.

Looking at her daughter's peaceful sleeping face, Bibi Dong could barely restrain herself and reached out to move her from her lap into her own embrace.

Bibi Dong swallowed her saliva; it's all right, Xiao Xue has already fallen asleep. As a mother, what's wrong with her hugging her own daughter? Some things, doing them consciously is not good, but doing them unconsciously can make people accept it; then she could say she herself was asleep.

Even if this is merely an excuse, certainly, later all her actions will be her hands and feet moving on their own while she's asleep, having nothing to do with this kind and gentle Bibi Dong; how could she possibly harbor any ill intentions toward Xiao Xue?

Impossible, absolutely impossible! When Qian Renxue awakens, what she will see is Bibi Dong's slender neck and collarbone, her own face pressed against them, feeling Bibi Dong's fervent and vibrant vitality.

She lay on her side, slumped in Bibi Dong's embrace, her towering peaks threatening to burst from her white robes, ruthlessly grinding against Bibi Dong's arm, the entire mountain mass squeezed and deformed, her neck resting on Bibi Dong's arm while her left hand tightly held her in the embrace.

The two were squeezed into the carriage, a foreign scent permeating every opening and assaulting their sense of smell.

"Mm," such an impactful scene left Qian Renxue's mind blank, but one cannot deny that being held so tightly, her body inexplicably felt a sense of reassurance—could this be the feeling of maternal love?

The golden-haired girl wrapped her arm around Bibi Dong's waist, closed her eyes again, preparing to doze a little longer in her mother's embrace.

Then she heard Bibi Dong's heartbeat quicken; Qian Renxue blinked slightly, feigning sleep?

Forget it, she had no interest in those matters; she simply focused on enjoying the present and getting a good nap.

After a while, Bibi Dong noticed Qian Renxue seemed to have fallen asleep again, then opened her eyes to scrutinize her daughter.

On that exquisite, peerless face, her clear yet lovely features still bore a youthful innocence, calm and well-behaved.

Her beautiful eyebrows arched slightly, her straight nose delicate, her lips soft and pink, amidst her scattered golden hair, her skin like congealed fat revealed a faint rosy glow.

Bibi Dong etched this scene deeply into her mind, unwilling to overlook any detail.

Unable to restrain herself, she raised her hand and placed it on the golden-haired girl's back, rubbing through cloth and skin against the girl's spine, then gently held Qian Renxue in her embrace.

Although the daughter was young, her body was not small; her tall, delicate frame was soft as jade, holding her in the embrace felt like clutching a large lump of cotton candy, easily occupying all the space.

Bibi Dong felt the carriage growing hotter, the air insufficient, each breath requiring extra effort, her respiratory tract seeming to burn, her nasal passages filled with the golden-haired girl's fragrance.

Bibi Dong deeply inhaled her daughter's scent, resting her chin on Qian Renxue's shoulder, gently rubbing against the girl's smooth, tender cheek.

Such intimate bodily contact could stimulate positive physical responses and benefit mental and physical health; Bibi Dong felt herself enveloped by an inexplicable happiness.

For humans, sensing another's warmth and touch brings mutual reassurance and satisfaction; she was doing this for Xue'er's mental and physical well-being.

Bibi Dong clung tightly to her daughter, as if she wanted them never to part, eager to fill every gap, even their heartbeats drawing close in this intimate gesture.

Feeling the surging emotions in her heart, Bibi Dong's gaze grew ever more fervent.

She leaned close to Qian Renxue's ear, silently whispering her name.

Xiao Xue… mine… you are mine…

Gazing at Qian Renxue's pearl-round, jade-smooth ears, she felt a slight urge to lick them.

"Could you be a little more still? Are you trying to strangle me? Mother."

Qian Renxue opened her eyes with a cold face; her good nap had been interrupted by Bibi Dong, and she was quite displeased.

Bibi Dong was startled, her body jerking, she stammered: "Sorry… sorry, Mom just feels she won't see Xue'er for a long time afterward, so she wants to hold you more now."

6000, today should be fine, right? As I wrote, it turned into mother-daughter intimacy. I haven't written many things at all; I've already restrained myself a lot. Reviewer big brother, please, I hope it won't be banned.

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