Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 8 From today on, the Pope's Palace will honor you

As the words fell, the aura around Bibi Dong surged again, and an ancient and sacred power gushed out from her body, intertwining with the previous evil soul power, forming a bizarre and strange scene.

There seemed to be stars spinning in her eyes, purple, black and gold intertwined, revealing a majesty that was otherworldly.

"Bibi Dong, you've given me so many surprises!" Yue Guan showed an evil smile, and then snapped his fingers, and the terrifying atmosphere around him disappeared instantly.

As a level 95 Titled Douluo, even if Bibi Dong, who is level 86 and possesses the inheritance of a god, is no match for him. It’s just that he was too shocked just now and was unable to react for a while.

In the night, the ghostly figure looked even more mysterious under the mottled moonlight. He slowly took a step forward, his voice low and magnetic, as if it could penetrate people's hearts:
"You want to become the Pope of the Spirit Hall. I, Gui Mei, have always admired your ambition."

"But in this game of power transition, interests are the key that drives everything."

"I just want to know, what can we get after we help you ascend to the supreme throne?"

His words echoed in the air with a force that could not be ignored, making the air around them seem a little heavier.

The ghostly eyes stared at Bibi Dong intently. The dim green light contained both scrutiny and expectation, as if waiting for an answer that would shake his heart.

Bibi Dong smiled, and every word echoed in the night sky like thunder: "What you can get is eternal life' - this is not only the endless continuation of time, but also the ultimate pursuit of power."

"When I become the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and even go one step further and touch the threshold of the gods, I will be able to open the secret door to true eternal life."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a deep look, in which there was both uneasiness about the unknown and determination for a common goal.

The night wind seemed to become gentle at this moment, gently brushing across the sleeves of the three people, bringing a barely perceptible coolness.

"Then let's have a happy cooperation!" Yue Guan spoke first, his voice revealing an unquestionable determination. He slowly stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, as if inviting some kind of invisible contract.

As soon as Yue Guan finished speaking, Bibi Dong took a step forward. She stepped forward gracefully, slowly raised her right hand, and gently touched the palm that had been extended long ago with her fingertips.

Gui Mei smiled faintly, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly to Bibi Dong, "Your Holiness, from today on, the Pope's Palace will respect you as the most respected."

"..."

Half a month later...

The night was as dark as ink, and everything was silent. Only the moonlight quietly fell on every corner of the Spirit Hall, covering this solemn hall with a layer of silver gauze.

Li Muyun's figure shuttled through the shadows like a ghost, approaching Qian Renxue's boudoir silently.

He pushed the door open quietly, and a faint fragrance wafted in his face. It was Qian Renxue's unique scent, fresh and slightly chilly.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, illuminating Qian Renxue's brows which were still furrowed even as she slept.

Obviously, the intense exercise during the day put a lot of strain on her body.

A trace of heartache flashed across Li Muyun's eyes. He walked lightly to the bedside, fearing to disturb the noble princess.

Li Muyun stared at Qian Renxue's tired face, and a warmth and determination surged in his heart.

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. The soul power in his body surged and the air around him seemed to vibrate slightly with his breathing.

When he opened his eyes again, a dazzling blue light rose from his palm, and the Blue Phoenix's martial spirit quietly appeared behind him, with its wings spread lightly, and each feather emitting a soft and healing light.

He gently stretched out his hand, pointing his palm at Qian Renxue. The blue light was like a trickle of water, gently wrapping around her body and penetrating into every inch of her skin, bringing warmth and vitality.

The blue phoenix's cry echoed in the room, clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature, dispelling all fatigue and pain.

Li Muyun's eyes were gentle and firm. He slowly retracted the blue phoenix martial spirit that released the healing light. The blue light in the room gradually dissipated, leaving only a faint warmth. He spoke softly to the sleeping Qian Renxue, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing the morning dew of spring: "Calculate the time, your grandfather will be back soon, and I will be away for a few days. But don't worry, I will always be by your side and protect you in some way."

After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave, but stopped unconsciously, looked back at that peaceful face, feeling mixed emotions.

Finally, he walked to the table, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and hurriedly wrote a few lines on a piece of plain paper. His handwriting was beautiful and powerful, and his reluctance and expectations were revealed between the lines.

As Li Muyun's footsteps gradually faded away, Qian Renxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a dewdrop about to bloom in the morning light.

Finally, those clear eyes slowly opened, reflecting the moonlight and faint residual warmth in the room.

She sat up and searched the empty room, seeming to still catch a glimpse of the blue light that had just left.

Qian Renxue reached out and gently stroked her chest, where the warmth from Li Muyun's palm seemed to still linger, a kind of indescribable sense of security and strength.

She smiled slightly, and that smile concealed her indifference to an unknown fate and her deep gratitude to someone.

Qian Renxue slowly stood up, her gauze-like pajamas swaying gently with her movements, like the gentlest ripples in the night.

She walked barefoot across the cold floor tiles to the table, her eyes gently falling on the plain paper. Those were the traces left by Li Muyun. Every word seemed to carry his warmth, dancing in her heart.

[“I’m going to get the second spirit ring. Wait for me to come back!”]

She gently picked up the note, and stroked the familiar handwriting with her fingertips. A warm current surged in her heart, mixed with a trace of imperceptible sadness.

Then, she took the ink pen beside her, dipped the tip of the pen into thick ink, pondered for a moment, and began to write on the paper.

Her handwriting was beautiful and powerful, and every word was full of affection and commitment: "I'll wait for you."

These three simple words seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, crossed the barrier of time, and opened Qian Renxue's long-sealed heart.

"..."

Holy Soul Village, a corner forgotten by time.

At dusk, the setting sun is like blood, sprinkling on the mottled walls, giving this ancient village a faint golden glow.

At the head of the village, a dilapidated little house made of bluestone and loess stood alone, with a few withered vines hanging on the lintel, swaying gently in the wind.

Li Muyun stood in front of the door, holding the slightly old key tightly in his hand. His eyes showed an eagerness to return home, but also a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

He took a deep breath, as if to keep the outside world out.

Then, the key was slowly inserted into the keyhole, making a slight "click" sound, and the door hinge turned, making a long creaking sound, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

When he pushed open the door, an old and familiar smell blew in his face, mixed with the residual warmth of firewood and a faint scent of medicine, instantly enveloping Li Muyun.

The light in the house was dim, and a few rays of setting sun shone through the half-open window lattice, shining onto the simple but neatly tidy wooden table.

On the table, an old oil lamp emits a soft light, which interweaves with the sunset outside the window to form a warm picture.

A woman came out from the inner room upon hearing the sound. She was dressed in coarse cloth, but her eyes were shining with tenderness and expectation.

She wiped her hands gently on her apron, with a warm smile on her lips, as if it could dispel all of Li Muyun's fatigue and coldness.

"Muyun, didn't you say you were going to be out for a month? Why did you come back after two months?"

(End of this chapter)