Kapitel 110: I will prove to Morax
Night had fallen, stars twinkling in the sky, with a full moon hanging above.
On the ground, a figure was sprinting at an inhuman speed. Despite wearing high heels, there was no sound as they touched the ground.
To achieve such silence while moving at that speed showed that her strength was anything but ordinary.
This person was none other than Bibi Dong, who had just left the Seven Treasures Hotel and was on her way back to Spirit City.
"Though he's a bit older, his manners, cultivation, appearance, and knowledge are impeccable," Bibi Dong thought to herself, reflecting on Zhongli.
She was quite satisfied with him. After all, the true purpose of her visit had been to meet the legendary Martial God Douluo in person.
As the saying goes, "Seeing is believing."
Zhongli left her with a good impression, though his age was somewhat of a concern.
The way Qian Renxue looked at Zhongli was something Bibi Dong was all too familiar with—it mirrored how she herself had looked at someone when she was younger.
Her daughter was just as stubborn.
In this situation, trying to separate the two would undoubtedly be an enormous challenge.
"Wait, Zhongli doesn't seem to have any romantic feelings for Xiaoxue at all."
After observing him secretly for so long and chatting with him briefly, Bibi Dong was certain of this.
The way Zhongli looked at Qian Renxue held no emotional fluctuation. The occasional kindness he showed was more like that of a senior appreciating a talented junior.
Realizing this, Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed, and her brow furrowed. She had entertained many possibilities: perhaps Zhongli was deceiving Qian Renxue to take control of the Spirit Hall, or maybe he was using her attraction to manipulate her.
But she had never considered the possibility that Qian Renxue might be experiencing unrequited love.
Yet the truth was clear now—that was exactly what was happening!
The more she thought about it, the redder Bibi Dong's face became.
This was out of embarrassment.
She had completely misunderstood the situation!
"Xiaoxue, oh Xiaoxue, he doesn't even like you, and yet…"
The thought of her poor daughter pining away in unreciprocated love tore at Bibi Dong's heart, and in the end, she could only shake her head helplessly.
"Sigh..."
Bibi Dong let out a long sigh, then buried herself in her journey, trying not to think about it further.
This trip had shaken her worldview considerably.
Especially regarding Yu Xiaogang.
When Yu Xiaogang was younger, he had indeed been quite handsome, but that wasn't the reason Bibi Dong had fallen for him.
If looks were the priority, Qian Xunji, with his radiant light attribute, angelic spirit, and supreme temperament, would have been far more attractive than Yu Xiaogang.
No, what had drawn her to Yu Xiaogang was his so-called "vast knowledge."
But after this recent encounter, Bibi Dong began to doubt Yu Xiaogang's supposed scholarly brilliance.
Was he really that knowledgeable?
Why had he included Zhongli's ideas in his own book without crediting him by name?
"Should I look into this when I get back?"
For the first time, Bibi Dong seriously considered investigating the matter.
She had always convinced herself that Yu Xiaogang was highly talented, largely because it reassured her that she hadn't made a mistake in choosing him.
It was a form of psychological comfort.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang living a happy life with Liu Erlong had left Bibi Dong deep in thought for a long time.
Meanwhile, the scene shifted to the Great Spirit Arena in Heaven Dou City.
On the Douluo Continent, entertainment was quite scarce. Listening to performances or composing poetry were niche pastimes.
Only spirit battles truly counted as entertainment.
Here, ordinary people could witness the fierce duels of soul masters—an exciting spectacle for the masses.
This was Zhongli's first visit to a spirit arena. To him, such matches and sparring were akin to children's games.
Battles like these held little interest for a retired elder like him.
It was only due to "Xue Qinghe's" enthusiastic invitation that Zhongli had decided to come to the arena. Otherwise, he would have already retired to rest.
The three of them didn't head to the regular audience seats but instead entered a private room.
"Qinghe, that woman earlier… she's not your sister, right?" Paimon asked, still shaken by Bibi Dong's fierce demeanor. She couldn't believe that someone as gentle as Qian Renxue could be related to someone so harsh. Besides both being beautiful, they shared no other similarities.
"Mm, she's my mother," "Xue Qinghe" nodded, her face expressionless, as if she were speaking about something utterly ordinary. Her tone was completely devoid of emotion.
Qian Renxue had long since lost hope in Bibi Dong. Now, she felt a bit lost.
In the past, she had come to Heaven Dou City to prove herself to Bibi Dong.
But now…
Suddenly, a thought crossed Qian Renxue's mind. She glanced at Zhongli, her face flushing red.
"There's no need to prove myself to that woman anymore."
"From now on, I'll do it for the Morax!"
Just thinking about it made Qian Renxue feel refreshed. Zhongli was bound to become a god, a powerful one at that.
While she wasn't as strong as him, she would become the Angel God. Wasn't that a perfect match?
"Qinghe, are you feeling unwell?" Paimon floated over to "Xue Qinghe," touching her forehead. "Your face is so red, and you're burning up. Could you be coming down with a fever?"
Hearing this, "Xue Qinghe" snapped out of her thoughts. Her face, already slightly flushed, turned even redder. There was no way she could admit what she was thinking, so she quickly said, "I'm fine. It's probably just stuffy in here."
She spoke with such a calm face that it was clear she was used to lying. As the saying goes, the more beautiful the woman, the better she lies.
Qian Renxue, known as the most beautiful woman on the Douluo Continent, was no exception.
Paimon looked around. "Stuffy?" she thought, eyeing the 500-square-meter room, which had only the three of them inside. How could it possibly be stuffy?
"Well, take care of yourself, Qinghe! Oh, right, that woman, she's your mother?"
"Yes, and she…"
"She's always been that fierce, right?" Paimon interrupted.
"Yes," "Xue Qinghe" responded coolly.
"Really?" Paimon fell into deep thought. She had never seen anything like this. How could a mother and daughter relationship be like that?
Zhongli sat on the sofa, sipping his tea while watching the amusing interaction between Paimon and "Xue Qinghe." His amber eyes twinkled with amusement.
With little Paimon around, it seemed impossible for "Xue Qinghe" to stay sad for long. Sure enough, after a few more exchanges, a smile finally appeared on "Xue Qinghe's" face.
Paimon's ability to lift spirits was indeed impressive.
The private room in the Spirit Arena had three solid walls, with the fourth wall being made of a special type of glass. From inside, one could see out clearly, but from outside, the room appeared completely dark. This was the Spirit Arena's way of protecting the privacy of its VIP guests.
The private room was situated high up, providing a view of all the arenas below. It was much better than the regular spectator seats, which limited the view to one area.
As he watched the matches below, Zhongli seemed somewhat disinterested, silently sipping his tea.
"Xue Qinghe" noticed his lack of enthusiasm and asked curiously, "Does the guest elder not enjoy battles?"
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