Chapter 63: Qian Daoliu – You Killed Your Own Son?! Bibi Dong, How Ruthless Can You Be?!

Snake Lance Douluo shook his head. "No idea. We still don't know the reason. Only that the Grand Worship is furious."

A trace of confusion appeared on Qian Renxue's stunning face—clearly caught off guard.

'Things were just starting to improve on my end, and now this?'

Something like this wouldn't be publicly revealed either.

After all, it concerned a major secret of Spirit Hall. The fewer people who knew, the better.

Qian Renxue knew that if she wanted to understand the truth, she'd have to return to the Worship Hall and ask her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, face-to-face.

"Make arrangements immediately. I'm heading back to find out what's going on."

She wanted to question Bibi Dong directly.

"Yes, Young Mistress. I'll come up with a reason to cover your absence here at Heaven Dou." Snake Lance nodded slightly, but his eyes burned with gossip-fueled curiosity.

'Just what did Bibi Dong do to provoke the semi-retired Qian Daoliu into such a rage?'

There had to be a serious secret behind this...

Various dramatic plots played out in Snake Lance's mind.

…

"Ugh, how much longer till we get there…"

Bing Di pouted unhappily, pointing to a pink-themed hotel on the outskirts of the city. "Nope, we're not going any farther today. We're staying here for the night."

"Uh…"

Xue Tianyu looked helpless.

With the strength of several Titled Douluos, reaching the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well in Sunset Forest should've been easy.

It was just... a little boring along the way.

But Bing Di loved to play around and enjoy herself.

Every city they passed, she insisted on taking a break to have fun.

In her words, the journey itself had to be enjoyed.

And so, what should've been a quick trip to Sunset Forest had already stretched on for quite a while.

Xue Di knew Bing Di's habits and simply let her be.

There was nothing to be done—Xue Tianyu could only accompany her helplessly.

"What? Not happy about it? I am staying here!"

Without even sparing Xue Tianyu another glance, Bing Di marched straight into the pink hotel.

Xue Tianyu sighed. 'This is clearly a couples' hotel... Walking in like this, people are definitely going to get the wrong idea.'

But he had no choice...

Under the strange and questioning gaze of the receptionist, he booked three rooms.

Just as they were about to leave the front desk, he overheard the receptionist whispering to her coworker:

"Three people coming to a couple's hotel and getting three separate rooms... Is this some kind of new kink?"

Xue Tianyu nearly lost it and quickly dragged Bing Di and Xue Di upstairs.

…

Night fell.

Xue Tianyu had already planned to sleep when he heard a knock on the door.

Assuming it was Xue Di, he opened it quickly.

After all, who wouldn't want to cuddle with Xue Di's soft, full-bodied figure while sleeping?

But when he opened the door, it was Bing Di—holding a pillow and wearing shorts and sleepwear.

Bing Di walked right in and flopped onto his bed.

"I can't sleep. Tianyu, come hold me while I sleep."

Xue Tianyu was speechless, but although Bing Di was a bit flat, she had a uniquely fragrant scent.

He'd liked that scent since childhood.

Gently pulling her into his arms, he embraced her soft body and felt the warmth of her presence. Their eyes met, filled with affection.

"Tianyu, do you like me?"

Bing Di's beauty was mesmerizing—her skin as fair as snow, her eyes sparkling, lips curled in a charming smile.

Her long legs and delicate jade feet radiated an irresistible allure. She lightly rested one foot on Xue Tianyu, as if to show her gentleness.

Xue Tianyu was stunned. What could he even say in this situation?

"Of course I like you."

And that was the truth.

He liked both Xue Di and Bing Di.

Xue Tianyu gently stroked Bing Di's hair, listening to her soft breathing as she snuggled closer to him, feeling his heartbeat.

Hearing his response, Bing Di propped herself up and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "That's your reward."

"Now hold me and go to sleep."

…

Time passed quickly.

Three days flew by.

At this moment, Bibi Dong was walking out of the grand hall, heading back to her chambers. Her long, beautiful legs wrapped in silk stockings, her curvaceous figure, and the luxurious papal robes all highlighted her peerless grace.

Her expression was calm, but deep within her eyes lay hidden madness and mania.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from nearby.

"Tell me—where is my grandson?"

Qian Daoliu strode over, his body radiating powerful pressure.

He stared intently at Bibi Dong, flames of smoldering fury flickering in his eyes.

"The time is up. You owe me an answer!"

His gaze turned sharp and cold. His hand clenched slowly, as if ready to strike at any moment.

The air around them seemed to freeze, tension peaking.

Bibi Dong stood outside the hall, eyes cold as she looked at Qian Daoliu, unmoving.

Her voice was icy and firm. "What? So eager you can't wait anymore? The Grand Worship of Spirit Hall, once peerless across the continent."

Qian Daoliu frowned deeply. "The three-day deadline is over. Today, I must know the truth!"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath. Madness slowly crept into her gaze.

'Since you've asked so sincerely, then I'll show you some mercy and tell you everything.'

A deep smile formed on her lips as she said coldly and mercilessly:

"Qian Daoliu, your grandson is already dead. I killed him with my own hands. The moment he was born, carrying the bloodline of your Qian Clan—he was already dead."

Dead?

"What did you say?!"

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened in disbelief, stunned by Bibi Dong's words.

That was her biological son!

And his own grandson!

How could she do it?

How could she be so ruthless?

Even a tiger wouldn't eat its cubs!

But Bibi Dong had killed her own son—with her own hands?!

This ungrateful wretch!!!

A fury he couldn't suppress surged from deep within.

Qian Daoliu's fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on his forehead. His body trembled, seemingly on the verge of erupting.

His eyes bore into Bibi Dong, his face darkening as an overwhelming pressure radiated from him.

Three days of waiting—for this?

Qian Daoliu could not accept it.

"Bibi Dong, how cruel can you be?!"

"Hahahahaha... I'm cruel?"

Bibi Dong laughed wildly, clearly pleased with his reaction.

"And what about you? When you turned a blind eye to what your son did to me—weren't you being cruel too?"

"I wanted the Qian Clan to die off without descendants!"

"Hahahaha! So, how does it feel hearing that? Satisfying, isn't it? Just like I am!"

Her laughter was crazed and distorted, echoing through the air like a haunting melody.

Her entire goal had been to exact revenge on the Qian Clan—and the more furious Qian Daoliu became, the happier she felt.

At this moment, her aura flared, equal to that of Qian Daoliu as they stood in opposition.

Qian Daoliu's eyes burned with rage and killing intent. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Bibi Dong, you lunatic! You're insane!"

"Even if my Qian Clan wronged you, the child was innocent!"

"Innocent?" Bibi Dong acted as if she'd just heard the world's greatest joke. "There are no innocents among the Qian Clan's bloodline!"

"Not only is your grandson dead—if it weren't for your precious son barging in back then, Qian Renxue would be dead too! Your Qian Clan was destined to be wiped out!"

"You—!!!"