418 Chapter 418: Promise
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*Ka~*
The doors were pushed open, and a golden light seeped out. Qian Renxue took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The interior was vast, adorned with golden ceilings, exuding a majestic atmosphere. In the grand hall, golden light reflected, filling the space with a sacred aura that couldn't help but instill awe in one's heart.
A red carpet extended towards the end, where a huge statue stood.
This statue brandished a long sword, wearing golden armor, with flowing hair cascading down its back. Behind it, six wings were spread open.
The sacred aura emanated from the statue, divine, noble, and exuding an immensely powerful presence. Even Titled Douluo powerhouses couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence in front of this statue.
But strangely, the face of this statue appeared blurred, as if a mist enveloped its noble countenance.
Sacred! Invisible!
This was the Supreme Martial Spirit inherited by the Qian family, the Six-winged Angel Staue!
Perhaps, calling it the Six-winged Angel Martial Spirit Statue would be disrespectful.
It should be called,
The God of the Six-winged Angel - Seraphim!
Underneath the divine statue, a figure stood.
He wore a platinum-colored long robe, hands folded behind his back, with golden hair just like Qian Renxue, casually flowing without any wind.
He stood there, merely a silhouette, yet exuding an incomparable height and grandeur. Vaguely, it made people feel awe, a realm that was unreachable.
Seems to exist, seems to be non-existent, as if blending into the space, merging with the grand hall.
In this space, he was the center, he was the rule, he was everything.
*Ka~*
After Qian Renxue entered the grand hall, the doors closed automatically, causing her heart to skip a beat.
"What brings you here?"
A powerful and aged voice entered Qian Renxue's ears, profound and ethereal, like heavenly music.
Qian Renxue stood below, looking up, her eyes gazing at the figure beneath the divine statue, flickering with complex emotions.
"Grandfather, help me with something!" Qian Renxue looked at the figure, her eyes filled with hesitation, struggle, and finally determination.
"Oh?"
Qian Daoliu turned around with some surprise, his gaze slightly puzzled as he looked at his granddaughter.
In his memory, it had been a long time since Qian Renxue sought his help.
"Is it because of a man?"
Qian Daoliu stared at Qian Renxue with a stern and sharp gaze. Although he was not involved in the affairs of the Spirit Hall, he had heard some rumors about the recent commotion outside the hall.
Faced with her grandfather's gaze, Qian Renxue met it without flinching, her face showing a stubborn expression as she gently nodded.
"Yes."
At the moment she said this, Qian Renxue felt the space around her freeze. A formidable and terrifying pressure filled the grand hall, as if stirring up an invisible storm and waves.
This almost made Qian Renxue unable to support her own body, almost being crushed by the terrifying oppression.
She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and struggled, persisting with sheer willpower. Qian Renxue knew she couldn't fall, otherwise, all hope would be lost.
Golden spirit power erupted from her body, with spirit rings appearing one by one. A phantom emerged behind her, unfolding six golden wings, guarding Qian Renxue's body.
However, that golden phantom looked exactly like the divine statue inside the hall, as if a shrunken version had come to life.
Seeing his granddaughter in such a state, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but sigh and closed his eyes.
At that moment, the terrifying oppressive pressure that pervaded the hall instantly disappeared, causing Qian Renxue's body to stagger, nearly falling to the ground.
Bending over, mouth agape, she breathed heavily, beads of sweat the size of beans continuously dropping from her delicate chin.
This oppressive force, akin to an abyss, almost suffocated her. However, she did not give up. Once again, she raised her head, her eyes firmly fixed on her grandfather.
"Please, help me just this once!"
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu opened his eyes and fixed his gaze once again on Qian Renxue.
"You reached what level of spirit power?"
Startled by the question, Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment but still answered truthfully.
"Level 63, Spirit Emperor!"
"Level 63?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu frowned and asked again, "And how old are you now?"
Qian Renxue paused briefly before replying, "21!"
Upon hearing her answer, Qian Daoliu coldly snorted and looked at Qian Renxue below with a sneer.
"You have the audacity to say that! Being only Level 63 at the age of 21! With your innate Level 20 spirit power, possessing the strongest cultivation talent on the continent, it took you fifteen years to advance only 43 levels of spirit power! Truly shameless!"
Faced with her grandfather's reproach, Qian Renxue lowered her head, unable to speak.
Indeed, she had fallen behind in her cultivation due to the plan to take over the Heaven Dou Empire. Over the years, she had neglected her cultivation.
Otherwise, with her talent, if she had diligently practiced, she would have already reached the Saint-level realm.
"I'm sorry, grandfather. From now on, I will focus on cultivation and not disappoint your expectations!" Qian Renxue apologized with a hint of guilt. Now she had to please her grandfather.
After all, only by borrowing her grandfather's power could she rescue Zeng Yi from Spirit City.
"Very well, this time, I will grant your request."
"Really! Thank you so much, grandfather!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue suddenly raised her head, an expression of joy and happiness on her beautiful face.
However, Qian Daoliu continued, "Of course, this comes with a price. Receiving and giving are always interconnected. You should understand this simple truth, shouldn't you?"
Hearing her grandfather's words, Qian Renxue's complexion darkened.
"What does grandfather want me to do?"
Looking at Qian Renxue's serious expression, Qian Daoliu smiled.
"You don't have to be so nervous. I am your grandfather, and whatever I do, it's only for your sake. I just need you to agree to one thing. As long as you agree, I will lend you my power, how about it?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue couldn't help but lower her head in silence.
[What is the pursuit of your life?]
[Me? To travel around the world, tread on a thousand mountains and rivers, witness the worldly splendor, experience the myriad of human emotions. That way, it wouldn't be in vain to have come to this world.]
The memory of that time resurfaced in her mind, of him with an always confident and radiant smile, like a refreshing breeze, leaving a deep impression in Qian Renxue's heart.
But now, the image of him she had seen before, his melancholic drinking, that desolate figure, was vividly in her mind, making her heart race.
She didn't want to see him like that.
"If you pursue carefree freedom, then I will personally sever the shackles that bind you!"
"Fine!"
Seeing Qian Renxue's agreement, Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction, a smile on his face.
"Go then, the Hall of Shrine can serve you. After the matter is settled, return to me and abandon those foolish thoughts. I will personally guide your cultivation!"
"Understood, grandfather."
