"Ugh..."
Qian Renxue groggily opened her beautiful eyes and looked around. She realized she was in her own room, where everything remained exactly as it had been, unchanged.
"It feels so good to be home," Qian Renxue smiled softly. Then, she rubbed her heavy head and muttered, "What's wrong with me? I've been feeling this way for no reason during the journey. Could it be because of exhaustion?"
"It's not because of exhaustion..."
At that moment, Xiao Hong walked over, chewing on a chicken leg.
"Grandpa!" Qian Renxue was overjoyed to see her grandfather. She instinctively tried to sit up, but Qian Daoliu gently pressed her back down.
"You're not feeling well, so just lie down and rest," Qian Daoliu said with a smile.
Then, he asked, "Xue'er, Grandpa wants to ask you..."
"Did you and Hao'er...?"
Hearing this, Qian Renxue lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong. She nodded slowly, "Xiao Hao and I... we've already become husband and wife. I'm sorry, Grandpa, I didn't mean to hide it from you."
"So it's true!"
Qian Daoliu showed no sign of reproach. Instead, he smiled even wider.
Even though he tried to suppress his joy, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upward.
"I say, if you want to laugh, just laugh. Don't hold it in," Xiao Hong said, swallowing the chicken leg and looking at Qian Renxue with a grin. "It's not because of exhaustion. It's because...
Congratulations, you're one month pregnant."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Qian Renxue's mind went blank. She instinctively looked at Qian Daoliu and asked in disbelief, "Grandpa, I... am I...?"
She lowered her head and looked at her flat stomach. Recently, she had been feeling nauseous for no reason, and her appetite had been poor.
She had thought it was due to physical discomfort or the environment.
But she never expected it to be...
Qian Daoliu couldn't hold back anymore. He laughed heartily, as if he had just become a father again.
"Xiao Hong is right. You're one month pregnant, silly child."
After receiving Qian Daoliu's confirmation, Qian Renxue stared at her flat stomach in shock. She gently touched it, her eyes filled with confusion.
"I... I'm going to be a mother..."
It was clear that Qian Renxue hadn't fully processed the news. Everything had happened so quickly, leaving her unprepared.
"The Angel Clan finally has an heir," Qian Daoliu said excitedly, turning away. A tear glistened in the corner of his eye.
"Someone!" He walked out of the room, and Ju and Ghost Douluo appeared immediately.
"From now on, fulfill all of Xue'er's needs. During her pregnancy, I don't want any accidents to happen."
Qian Daoliu's words made Ju and Ghost Douluo feel as if they were carrying a mountain on their shoulders. The heir of the Angel Clan had become Qian Daoliu's top priority.
"Xue'er, rest well. Grandpa will come to see you when he has time."
With that, Qian Daoliu turned to leave...
"Aren't you coming?" He looked at Xiao Hong, who was still lying on the ground.
"I'm staying. Since your granddaughter is pregnant, I have to show my support. Besides, this child is the future descendant of Hao, the Death God. I must take this seriously!" Xiao Hong said righteously.
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu nodded. With Xiao Hong here, no one on the continent would dare to cause trouble.
After Qian Daoliu left, another figure slowly approached.
"..." Qian Renxue fell silent as she saw Bibi Dong walking in. Her eyes showed a mix of unfamiliarity and fear.
"Sigh—" Bibi Dong let out a deep sigh. She had been preparing for this moment for a long time.
She didn't know how to face Qian Renxue. What had happened back then was her father's fault, but the child was innocent.
Even though Qian Renxue was the child of that man, she still carried Bibi Dong's blood. She was the child Bibi Dong had carried for ten months.
To say she didn't care would be a lie...
Bibi Dong remained silent for a long time before finally sitting down on the edge of Qian Renxue's bed.
The little girl she had given birth to was now going to be a mother. Time had flown by so quickly, it felt like a lifetime ago.
"Sister, why are you here?" Qian Renxue lowered her head and asked in a subdued voice.
Hearing this, Bibi Dong visibly stiffened.
As for Xiao Hong, who was lying nearby, he stared at the two in shock.
He had heard that the relationship between this mother and daughter was strained, but for a daughter to call her mother "sister"... that was too much.
"Sister..." Bibi Dong murmured, tears welling up in her eyes.
"How ironic."
Bibi Dong began to cry.
Qian Renxue was stunned. This was the first time she had seen Bibi Dong cry. The strong and unyielding "sister" before her was actually shedding tears.
Seeing Bibi Dong cry, Qian Renxue felt a pang of pain in her heart.
"Time flies so quickly. The little girl who once called me 'Mommy' is now going to be a mother herself."
Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the confused Qian Renxue.
"I'm sorry. I made you lose your father at such a young age, and I never let you experience what maternal love is."
Qian Renxue remained silent, her head lowered, her mood heavy.
Bibi Dong gently tucked the blanket around Qian Renxue and adjusted the pillow behind her back.
These intimate actions made Qian Renxue feel both surprised and touched.
This was a completely different Bibi Dong from the one she had known. The change in attitude was like night and day.
"Actually, I should have told you all this the last time we met. The reason I kept putting it off was because I wasn't ready."
Qian Renxue remained silent, her expression complex as she looked at her mother.
"The truth is...
Your father didn't die at the hands of Tang Hao. He died... by my hand."
Bibi Dong's words sent a shockwave through Qian Renxue, who stared at her in disbelief.
"Holy crap! This is intense!" Xiao Hong's eyes widened as he lay on the bed, eagerly listening to the drama.
"W-What did you say?" Qian Renxue stammered.
Bibi Dong's gaze drifted as she continued, "Back then, I was the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. As your father's disciple, I always respected him and saw him as my mentor. But one night, everything changed..."
She recounted the night of despair, Qian Xunji's actions, her subsequent pregnancy, and finally giving birth to Qian Renxue.
"This... this can't be true." Qian Renxue shook her head in disbelief. In her mind, her father had always been a towering figure. She couldn't believe it.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask your grandfather. He'll tell you the same thing."
After a pause, Bibi Dong continued, "After I gave birth to you, I distanced myself from you. Whenever you called me 'Mommy,' I would scold you harshly. That's why..."
"Now you understand. I had my reasons."
Bibi Dong finally felt a weight lift off her chest. The words she had kept buried for so long were finally out in the open.
"Xue'er, do you hate me?" Bibi Dong suddenly asked.
"I... I don't know," Qian Renxue said, shaking her head in confusion. "You took my father away from me. I should hate you. But for some reason, I just can't.
I always thought you were harsh and cold toward me, but now I realize it was all because of him—my father. He was the one who wronged you, and my birth was just an accident."
"Then why are you...?" Qian Renxue asked, still confused.
Bibi Dong smiled bitterly and shook her head. "I don't know. You're right—it was all an accident. If it weren't for that accident, you wouldn't have been born.
But the truth is, what's done is done. You're my daughter, and I... am your mother."
Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Qian Renxue trembled. She looked at her mother, her eyes filled with shock.
"After I accepted Hao'er as my son, I finally experienced what it truly means to be a mother. For over twenty years, I couldn't forget what Qian Xunji did to me.
But as for you, I have no reason to push you away. I hate Qian Xunji, not you. You're innocent."
After saying this, Bibi Dong looked up at the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes.
"I'm sorry for distancing myself from you all these years. I don't know if you're willing to call me... 'Mommy' again?" Bibi Dong's voice trembled as if she had mustered the last bit of strength in her body.
Qian Renxue's emotions were in turmoil. Almost instinctively, she whispered, "Mommy."
It was as if her body had acted on its own.
"Yes!" Bibi Dong cried tears of joy. She hugged Qian Renxue tightly, stroking her hair as hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
In Bibi Dong's embrace, Qian Renxue froze for a moment. It was so warm. So this... was what a mother's embrace felt like.
"Mommy," Qian Renxue called out again, this time more naturally, and hugged Bibi Dong tightly.
The room was filled with warmth as mother and daughter held each other and cried.
"Mom," Qian Renxue said, her heart filled with joy. After more than twenty years, this moment had finally come.
"My dear daughter," Bibi Dong smiled gently, stroking Qian Renxue's smooth golden hair.
"You're pregnant now, so you need to rest well. The first three months are crucial," Bibi Dong reminded her, speaking from experience.
"I'm going to be a grandmother," Bibi Dong chuckled, already imagining the scene nine months later when the baby would be born.
Just thinking about it made her heart swell with warmth!
"Damn it, I got something in my eye," Xiao Hong muttered as he walked out the door, rubbing his eyes with a bitter smile.
"Hao, how are you doing in Slaughter City?
You don't know yet, do you? You're going to be a father."
---
Meanwhile, in Slaughter City, at the Hell Killing Arena.
Ye Hao stood in the center of the arena, covered in blood. He slowly pulled out the long blade embedded in a corpse and looked around at the fallen ones with a cold gaze.
His chilling stare made the fallen ones shiver in fear.
"This match, number six-six-six-six wins!"
As soon as the announcement was made, the arena erupted in cheers. Countless fallen ones cheered and celebrated.
"Thirty-two consecutive wins... When will this hellish life end?" Ye Hao smiled bitterly, picking up his blade and walking out of the arena.
The battles in the Hell Killing Arena were not easy. As the number of matches increased, the strength of the opponents also grew significantly.
Ye Hao walked alone through the dimly lit city. The fallen ones along the way turned pale at the sight of him and quickly fled, scattering in all directions.
Not long ago, Ye Hao had gone on a killing spree.
It was his first day at the Hell Killing Arena, and he had been surrounded by over twenty fallen ones.
In this lawless world, killing was the only rule!
In the end, Ye Hao fought his way out, stepping over the corpses of his enemies as he walked away unscathed.
From that day on, Ye Hao's name began to spread throughout Slaughter City, and he was given the title "God of Death."
"Damn it, even a dog wouldn't want to stay in Slaughter City. When will this life end? Xue'er, Mom, I miss you," Ye Hao muttered, shaking his head in frustration.
As he walked, Ye Hao suddenly froze. He saw a familiar figure.
"Hu Liena?"
Just as Ye Hao had seen, Hu Liena was in danger.
More and more fallen ones were gathering, and their target was none other than Hu Liena.
At this moment, she was wearing a trench coat and holding a blood-red dagger, vigilantly scanning her surroundings.
Even though she was wearing a trench coat, it couldn't hide her figure. Her slender arms and baby-smooth skin made the fallen ones swallow hard, their eyes filled with desire.
But at that moment, another familiar figure appeared beside Hu Liena.
"Hell's Messenger!"
Someone shouted, and the fallen ones scattered like frightened birds, fleeing in all directions.
"You're currently under the protection period for newcomers. You don't need to worry about these fallen ones. I'll ensure your safety at all times," the Hell's Messenger said with a smile, bowing to Hu Liena.
"Nana?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind Hu Liena.
When she turned around, Hu Liena smiled warmly. "Young Master, I finally found you here."
"Young Master?" The Hell's Messenger frowned.
This person had been sent by one of the Slaughter Gods. Who would have thought that the two of them knew each other?
"Hello, Hell's Messenger. It's been a while," Ye Hao walked over with a smile.
The Hell's Messenger smiled faintly. "God of Death, it's been a while. I heard you've won thirty-two consecutive matches in the Hell Killing Arena. Congratulations.
Since you two know each other, I won't disturb you any longer."
With that, the Hell's Messenger disappeared.
"What a strange woman," Ye Hao couldn't help but chuckle.
"Nana, you came to Slaughter City too?"
The two walked along the street. When the fallen ones saw the God of Death approaching, they were stunned. This woman was acquainted with the God of Death.
Immediately, the crowd scattered, causing chaos.
They didn't want to become the God of Death's next victims. The memory of that night's slaughter was still fresh in their minds.
"Young Master, it seems your reputation here is quite impressive. I can save a lot of effort from now on," Hu Liena said. She had heard that Ye Hao was also in Slaughter City and had learned a lot about the place from her teacher before coming.
"How's Mom?" Ye Hao asked. It had only been a month, but to Ye Hao, it felt like an eternity.
"Teacher is doing well. Before I left, she told me to tell you to focus on your trial. The Spirit Hall is in her hands."
---
In a grand palace within Slaughter City.
On the central throne sat a tall figure, sipping on a glass of Bloody Mary.
From time to time, he would squint his eyes in satisfaction.
The man's face was pale, with faint red scales and a crimson glow in his eyes.
Suddenly, the space in front of him rippled, and the Hell's Messenger appeared.
"Great Slaughter King," the Hell's Messenger bowed respectfully.
"The God of Death has achieved thirty-two consecutive victories."
"Excellent!" The man's deep voice echoed.
"Additionally, it has been confirmed that one of the two remaining Slaughter Gods has sent another person here. The two have now met," the Hell's Messenger continued to report.
The man nodded. He swirled the red liquid in his glass, and a flame appeared before him. Within the flame, the figures of Ye Hao and Hu Liena could be seen.
"It's rare for Slaughter City to produce two Slaughter Gods in a row."
The Hell's Messenger said, "Every time a Slaughter God appears, Slaughter City suffers heavy losses. Should we...?"
Before she could finish, the Slaughter King's eyes shot out two crimson beams of light. The beams brushed past the Hell's Messenger, and a deathly aura spread through her body.
"Fool! We can't afford to offend any Slaughter God. Let things take their course."
---
Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm, a figure clad in red armor slowly appeared.
"Damn that Rakshasa God! My inheritance was so close! Just a little more!
That Tang Chen had everything going for him, except luck!"
"Hmm? Why is the Death God's inheritor in my territory?"
When the red figure's eyes glowed with a crimson light, he was stunned.
"Well, well! He's undergoing the Death God's first trial.
Twin martial souls, Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, and he's the son of the Rakshasa God's inheritor. How interesting."
The red figure pondered for a while. "Forget it. Tang Chen is done for anyway. I'm tired of watching that Death God strut around. Let's see how he likes this!"
With that, the red figure sent a dark red beam of light downward.
The light descended until it entered the top of Ye Hao's head as he walked along the street in Slaughter City.
Ye Hao remained completely unaware...
"Ha! Let the Death God be shocked for once. I'll have the last laugh!"
Life in Slaughter City was monotonous. Ye Hao spent almost every day in the Hell Killing Arena.
The phrase "a day feels like a year" perfectly described Ye Hao's current state. Meanwhile, Hu Liena gradually adapted to life in the Hell Killing Arena. Every day, she was either fighting or on her way to a fight.
At the same time, back in the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue.
She was now fully focused on her pregnancy. Her slightly bulging belly and the gentle smile on her face gave her the aura of a mother.
Since her pregnancy, Bibi Dong had taken on the role of a mother, fulfilling her duties.
This allowed Qian Renxue to experience maternal love for the first time, as if all the years she had missed were being made up for.
Additionally, outside Qian Renxue's room, four Title Douluo stood guard at all times, ensuring her safety.