dmims Chapter 65 Dao Liu: What a cunning woman!
Chapter 65 Dao Liu: What a cunning woman!
Chapter 65 Qian Daoliu: What a cunning woman!
The next morning, as dawn broke.
The flowers and plants in the Imperial Garden were covered with glistening dewdrops, and a damp, chilly atmosphere filled the air.
Nan Feng stretched and strolled leisurely back to the garden.
I slept well last night, even though I slept under Bibi Dong's resentful gaze. But as long as you're thick-skinned, it's others who will feel embarrassed.
However, when he walked to the rocking chair from the previous night, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
On the cold stone floor beside the rocking chair, a golden figure was curled up.
A thousand feet of snow.
She didn't leave.
She cried there all night, eventually crying herself unconscious. Even in her sleep, tears still clung to her long eyelashes, and her body trembled from the cold and the lingering effects of her sobs.
"A self-inflicted injury ruse?"
Nan Feng looked down at her. "Boring."
He felt no pity whatsoever for the tragic scene before him.
On the contrary, a deeper killing intent surged in the depths of his eyes.
He is indeed a liar and a madman with no moral compass.
But he didn't lie last night about Qian Renxue.
He doesn't like this little girl.
He even wished he could kill her right now.
Because he knew all too well what this little girl would be like when she grew up.
That lofty angel, that cold-blooded politician who would sacrifice everything for profit.
In her worldview, self-interest is paramount, and so-called justice and light are nothing more than tools to embellish her ambitions.
She is willing to abandon anything, including family ties and humanity, as long as there is enough benefit.
This is a tradition etched into the very bones of every family.
When Qian Renxue grows up and her wings are strong enough...
She will one day find out how Qian Xunji died.
Bibi Dong is her biological mother. Even if there is a blood feud between them, she might still hesitate for a moment, and might even pick up her sword and put it down again because of that ridiculous blood relationship.
But what about him?
He was merely a 100,000-year-old soul beast, an old spider that had possessed half of Bibi Dong's soul, and an accomplice in the murder of her father.
Will she let him go?
Obviously impossible.
Keeping Qian Renxue around is like planting a huge time bomb next to him.
And this bomb is bound to explode!
"call----"
Nan Feng exhaled a long breath of white air, his eyes gradually darkening.
Killing is not an option.
If you kill her, Qian Daoliu will definitely go insane, and Bibi Dong will also collapse.
That's a last resort, a suicidal move.
but----
Looking at the unsuspecting Qian Renxue, Nan Feng suddenly had a new idea.
What if we don't kill her, but instead—cripple her?
If we cripple her soul power, destroy her foundation, and condemn her to a life of mere ordinariness, preventing her from ever reaching that damned angelic position—
In that case, she would just be a tiger with its teeth pulled, posing no threat to him whatsoever.
Thinking of this, Nan Feng slowly squatted down, and a ball of purplish-black soul power quietly condensed in the palm of his right hand.
That was the deadly poison and destructive power of the Death Spider King, silent yet utterly lethal.
He slowly reached his hand towards Qian Renxue's head.
It's actually very simple to ruin a person.
All it takes is to inject soul power into her Baihui acupoint, and then follow the meridians downwards, silently destroying several key energy vortices within her body and shattering the foundation of her martial soul.
In that case, her soul power would drain away like blood, little by little, and would never be able to condense again.
She will become a useless person.
A useless person who can only loaf around in the Spirit Hall and wait to die, and can no longer cause any trouble.
Nan Feng's palm hovered over Qian Renxue's golden hair, and his fingertips could even feel her faint body temperature.
With just a gentle exhale—it's all over.
however.
At this critical moment, Nan Feng hesitated.
It wasn't because I was soft-hearted, nor because I couldn't bear to.
It was because of that damned "god".
The power of God is irrational.
Angelic armor, divine light—those powers beyond the mortal realm possess the ability to transform the mundane into the miraculous.
Even resurrection is a piece of cake, let alone this little thing.
Even if he does it very discreetly now, even if he really cripples Qian Renxue.
Qian Daoliu, that old bastard, holds the inheritance of the Angel God. Who knows if he has any heaven-defying methods to save people?
Even if we take a step back and assume that they can't be saved...
What if, after experiencing this setback, instead of becoming despondent, she were to undergo some kind of "rebirth after destruction" or "enlightenment in dire straits," like the protagonist in those clichéd novels?
What if this actually stimulates her angelic bloodline, allowing her to undergo the angelic divine test ahead of time and gain God's favor?
At that time, a vengeful angel, filled with hatred, clear-headed, and solely focused on killing him—
That was the real nightmare!
"Oh shit----"
Nan Feng cursed inwardly and helplessly dispersed the destructive purplish-black soul power in his palm.
It seems there really is no other choice but to kill them.
But you just can't kill them.
This is a dead end.
Looking at the little girl sleeping soundly in front of him, Nan Feng suddenly felt a little disheartened.
This is probably what is meant by "being afraid to throw a stone at a rat for fear of breaking the vase."
Qian Daoliu dared not touch Haotian Sect, for fear that Tang Chen would return as a god.
He doesn't dare to touch Qian Renxue now, because he's afraid of that so-called god.
Tang Chen is trapped in the City of Slaughter, never to awaken again; Qian Daoliu's worries are nothing but unfounded anxieties.
But his concerns were very real.
"You're lucky to be alive."
Nan Feng pursed his lips, and the originally violent soul power in his palm transformed into a gentle and mellow warm current.
He didn't remove his hand, but gently pressed it on Qian Renxue's head, slowly channeling the soul power into her body.
This was certainly not to help her cultivate; it was simply because the girl had been frozen here all night, and her meridians were almost frozen stiff.
If he really gets sick from the cold, that old bastard Qian Daoliu will come looking for trouble again.
A gentle surge of soul energy coursed through his body, dispelling the chill.
Qian Renxue's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and a touch of color returned to her pale face. Her previously curled-up body also relaxed, as if she were having a good dream.
After doing all this, Nan Feng stood up and clapped his hands.
He glanced at Qian Renxue on the ground one last time, without the slightest hesitation, and turned to leave.
As the purple figure completely disappeared into the end of the morning mist, a shadow in the corner of the Imperial Garden suddenly twisted eerily.
There was no fluctuation of soul power, and no leakage of aura.
As if squeezed out of another dimension, Qian Daoliu slowly emerged from the shadows.
He did not use his divine soul power at this moment. Facing Bibi Dong, who had reached level 97 and had exceptionally sharp mental power, even a level 99 Peerless Douluo would likely be discovered if he relied solely on soul power to conceal himself.
But if it is covered by the power of angels, then it is different.
Before the rules of "God", the perceptions of mortals are insignificant.
"call----"
Qian Daoliu looked in the direction Nan Feng had left, but did not immediately pursue the other party's rudeness. Instead, he looked down at Qian Renxue, who was still fast asleep.
His eyes were extremely complex, containing lingering fear, relief, and even a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction.
"That one instant just now—"
Qian Daoliu's heart clenched as he recalled the purplish-black soul power that had condensed in Nan Feng's palm.
At that moment, the destructive aura of the Death Spider King was so pure that it even gave him the illusion that the other party was really going to kill him.
At that moment, the soul power within the Thousand Streams was already running wildly, and the Angelic Holy Sword was almost ready to be drawn.
As long as that hand really falls, as long as that wisp of destructive power really burrows into Xue'er's body, he will definitely rush out without hesitation and tear this madwoman to pieces!
But she didn't.
She stopped.
"Is this a test?"
Qian Daoliu frowned slightly, and came up with a seemingly reasonable explanation in his mind.
"Was he deliberately releasing murderous intent and destructive power to test whether anyone was protecting Xue'er in the shadows?"
"If I had lost my composure and revealed myself just now, I would have played right into her hands, giving her an excuse to go crazy again, or even use it to blackmail me."
"Hmph, what a cunning woman."
Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, but the hostility in his eyes dissipated considerably.
Because he saw the result.
The purplish-black destructive soul power dissipated, replaced by a gentle and mellow warm current.