"That god-like man?"
Qian Renxue's mind focused as she spoke unconsciously.
From childhood to adulthood, the person she heard about the most was not her father, the previous Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji.
Rather, it was a man named Zhe Xian.
That man was the person her senior sister, Bibi Dong, had been waiting for for over a decade.
Back then, it was also a single word from that man that made everyone in Spirit Hall back down.
Although she wasn't clear about exactly what happened back then.
However, everyone in Spirit Hall knew that Zhe Xian had severely injured the previous Supreme Pontiff with a single blow.
Afterwards, while attempting to capture the human-form Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast, the Blue Silver Emperor, the previous Supreme Pontiff was hammered to death on the spot by Tang Hao.
Since then, Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect became mortal enemies.
Except for Qian Daoliu, who kept his promise and could not take action, Spirit Hall relentlessly hunted down the Clear Sky Sect.
Forcing this once number one Sect on the continent to seal their mountain and remain in seclusion.
Later, with just a word from Zhe Xian, Bibi Dong became the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, and no one dared to say anything.
"He has returned through nirvana; this time, he is certain to become a god."
Qian Daoliu saw the opportunity to become a god in Song Zhe.
Such a person, even if he doesn't become a god, possesses the strength of a deity.
Perhaps he can create his own God Position and step directly into the Domain of a Main God.
"Grandfather, I understand what you mean."
Qian Renxue's brows furrowed tightly.
Although Qian Xunji's death back then had no direct relation to Zhe Xian.
But if Zhe Xian hadn't severely injured him first, her father, accompanied by the two Douluos, Ju and Gui, would not have been hammered to death by a mere Spirit Douluo like Tang Hao.
In truth, in Qian Renxue's heart, she harbored quite a bit of resentment towards Bibi Dong and Zhe Xian.
What exactly happened back then that led her grandfather to say her father's death wasn't Bibi Dong's fault?
But as a daughter, how could Qian Renxue truly not care?
When she was young and still staying at Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong had treated her very well.
In Qian Renxue's heart, more of the blame was placed on Zhe Xian.
"Xue'er, don't get stuck in a dead end. Although he has returned through nirvana and has only just become a Spirit Master, there are many experts around him, and he likely has life-saving measures of his own."
Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh.
Since childhood, Qian Renxue had been hostile towards Bibi Dong, always feeling that she had conspired with outsiders, leading to her father being severely injured.
Indirectly causing Qian Xunji to be unable to defeat Tang Hao and be hammered to death by him.
"Grandfather, don't worry, I won't do anything reckless. Tell me where Zhe Xian is; I want to go see him."
Qian Renxue replied obediently.
However, that wasn't what she was thinking in her heart.
Although Zhe Xian and Bibi Dong weren't the actual killers of her father, they could barely be considered accomplices.
As a daughter, could she not seek a bit of revenge?
She simply couldn't get over it in her heart.
"He is at the border of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire. There is a small village there called Song Village, and your senior sister often goes there too."
Qian Daoliu said helplessly.
In fact, the reason he brought the news to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace...
...was to resolve the knot in Qian Renxue's heart, and he also had a specific idea.
The current Zhe Xian is like a blank sheet of paper. If she can establish a connection with him, it will be beneficial for her future entry into Spirit Hall.
"En, I'll find a time to go see him."
Qian Renxue chatted with Qian Daoliu for another half-hour.
After Qian Daoliu left, she rested her cheek in her hand, staring blankly in silence.
She had also asked Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong why Zhe Xian had injured her father back then, but unfortunately, she never received an answer.
It all stemmed from that man; she had to go see him.
Even if that person now has no memories and his strength is only that of a Spirit Master.
"Senior sister, do you think I can win him over from you?"
Qian Renxue lacked confidence.
The revenge she could think of was nothing more than making life difficult for both Bibi Dong and Zhe Xian.
Killing them was naturally impossible, so she could only approach it from an emotional angle.
Since Zhe Xian has returned through nirvana and is still a child...
...then wouldn't she, a young woman in her prime, be more suitable than her senior sister, that aging spinster?
...Song Zhe, who had enjoyed a blissful sleep.
Naturally, he didn't know that he was being targeted by his "enemy's woman."
When he slept at night, he always burrowed into Bibi Dong's embrace.
How could the hard wooden bed beneath him be as comfortable as Bibi Dong?
A sliver of golden sunlight shone on his cheek, waking him from his slumber.
As expected, whenever he woke up, Bibi Dong had already left.
This dream-like life made him feel that it was very surreal.
"Little fellow, come out for breakfast once you're awake."
Suddenly, a pleasant voice drifted in from outside the door.
Song Zhe hurriedly got up, put on his shoes, and ran outside.
When he pushed open the door, he saw Bibi Dong sitting at the stone table outside, having prepared breakfast for him.
"Sister Donger, you know how to cook?"
Song Zhe was a bit surprised.
The dignified Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, served by countless people, actually knew how to make breakfast.
Moreover, the breakfast she made was Chinese-style, not the kind commonly eaten on the Douluo Continent.
"You once said that your ideal partner should be able to grace the parlor and the kitchen alike. Over the years, only Nana has tasted my cooking. Hurry and try it; does it taste good?"
Bibi Dong gazed tenderly at Song Zhe.
It was hard to imagine that such a noble woman would wake up early to make breakfast for a man.
"Then I won't be polite."
Song Zhe's appetite was whetted.
Without even rinsing his mouth or washing his face, he sat directly on the stone stool.
He picked up the chopsticks on the table, picked up a Shaomai from the small steamer, and took a small bite.
If it turned out to be "dark cuisine," he would find an excuse to flee; he couldn't afford to be poisoned to death.
He didn't have a Physique immune to all poisons; he was just a little Spirit Master!
"Mmm, this Shaomai tastes great, and this Soup Dumpling is also good. Sister Donger's cooking is awesome..."
Song Zhe then picked up the Eight-Treasure Porridge on the table and took a large gulp.
He took the opportunity to glance at the kitchen; the steam from the pots there had long since vanished.
In other words, these steaming hot breakfast items were being kept warm by Bibi Dong using her own spirit power.
"As long as you like it."
Hearing Song Zhe's praise, a smile couldn't help but appear on Bibi Dong's face.
In fact, all these things were taught to her by Zhe Xian; they were things he liked to eat.
Looking across the entire continent, very few people knew how to make them.
"Sister Donger is a virtuous wife."
Song Zhe hadn't expected this either.
After coming to an alternate World, he could still eat food from his hometown.
In the past, he would only eat one meal a day, just making do with whatever was available before immediately entering cultivation.
It wasn't until today that Song Zhe truly felt the warmth of home.
In Song Zhe's eyes, Bibi Dong was like an older sister, taking care of him with meticulous attention.
They say that companionship is the longest-lasting confession of love.
Bibi Dong was proving through her actions that she truly cared about Song Zhe.
"Little fellow, big sister will come to see you again in a few days. You must cultivate well and grow up quickly so you can marry big sister and bring her home."
Bibi Dong leaned down, cupped Song Zhe's small face, and kissed him on the forehead.
Then, she waved to him and vanished from Song Village.
She had to rush back to Spirit Hall immediately; there were a pile of matters to handle there!