A secret chamber.
Extra meals.
A living person erased from Spirit Hall's official records for an entire year.
Qian Renxue's breath grew rapid—then scorching.
Her fingers trembled uncontrollably as she frantically searched for more.
When she finally found the next record concerning Bibi Dong…
It was dated one full year later.
And it was terrifyingly brief.
"Bibi Dong reappeared. Her temperament drastically changed—cold, tyrannical, as though she had become a completely different person."
At the end of the dossier was a date.
That date was…
less than half a month before Qian Renxue's own birth.
A secret underground room.
A year of disappearance.
A shattered temperament.
Her own birth.
These clues, like venom-tipped needles, stabbed violently into her mind.
She didn't need logic.
She didn't need analysis.
They pieced themselves together into a single, filthy, hellish truth.
A truth that made her soul collapse.
Boom—!!!
Yesterday's scene at the restaurant surged into her mind.
Her grandfather Qian Daoliu's expression—grief, fury, pain, shame—twisted together.
And the curse-like words he roared…
"…Something worse than a beast!"
At that time, she thought it was slander.
A humiliation.
A lie.
But now—
Everything aligned.
That pitch-black year, buried and erased from the world, needed no details.
It crawled out of hell by itself.
"—Ah…"
A sound that wasn't quite a sob nor a scream escaped her throat.
Her fingers loosened.
The documents slipped from her hands, scattering onto the floor like withered leaves.
Her father.
The man she admired for twenty years.
The hero who died in battle for Spirit Hall.
The sacred idol she had worshipped.
That man… had actually…
Actually done that
to his own student.
Done something not even a beast would do.
He imprisoned her underground.
He violated her.
He destroyed her entire future.
He destroyed everything.
And afterward…
And afterward—
Qian Renxue herself was born.
She, a bastard child carved from sin.
"—Ugh!"
Qian Renxue doubled over, clutching a pillar as she retched violently.
Nothing came out.
Only burning bile that scalded her throat.
"Ha… ha… hahahaha…"
She began laughing.
She slid down the pillar, collapsed against the cold wall, and laughed until tears poured from her eyes.
Her laughter was hollow.
Broken.
Mad.
It echoed through the corridor like the wail of a vengeful spirit.
She finally understood.
She understood everything.
Why Bibi Dong hated her.
Why Bibi Dong couldn't bear to look at her.
Why her mother, even after becoming Supreme Pontiff, never gave her a shred of warmth.
She—Qian Renxue—
was a living scar.
A reminder that should never have existed.
She also understood why Lin Feng said her worldview was too narrow.
Why he said if she had lived Bibi Dong's life, her ending would be far more tragic.
Yes.
More than tragic.
If she were in that underground prison, she would have gone mad.
Would have killed herself.
But Bibi Dong—
She endured.
What kind of monstrous hatred and willpower must she have possessed to still be alive?
"Why…"
Qian Renxue hugged herself tightly as her body trembled.
"Why…"
Her pride, her glory, her Seraphim bloodline—all shattered into dust.
She wanted to cry.
She wanted to scream until her voice broke.
She wanted to destroy something—anything—anything to take this pain away.
But she couldn't cry.
The pride of the Qian Clan, of the Seraphim, of Bibi Dong herself, strangled her like iron chains.
All she could do—
was laugh.
Laugh until she shook.
Laugh until madness overtook reason.
She laughed at her own stupidity.
Her own ignorance.
Her own cruelty.
She remembered every word she threw at Bibi Dong yesterday.
Especially—
"…a faded young maiden…"
Now she understood how vicious that was.
How cruel.
How unforgivable.
For the child born from sin to mock her mother's youth—
In this world, no knife cut deeper.
Lin Feng's calm voice echoed in her mind.
"Before you sincerely apologize to her and obtain her forgiveness…
You are not allowed to eat here."
Apologize?
Ask for forgiveness?
A twisted smile formed on her lips.
She?
This filthy existence?
Forgiven by that woman?
Impossible.
Ridiculous.
All she needed was to picture it—
That young, desperate girl trapped in the dark, crying alone.
If Qian Renxue were in her place—
She would have killed herself.
She would have burned the world.
And she would never, ever forgive the existence born from that nightmare.
Forgiveness?
Absurd.
Then…
Perhaps it was better to end everything.
Qian Renxue slowly closed her eyes.
Darkness embraced her.
But—
Just as she was about to sink completely—
Another figure rose in her memory.
Bibi Dong stumbling out of Feng Ran Pavilion, eyes swollen with tears, filled with heartbreak.
And her trembling voice—
"Why do you Qian family members always want to destroy me?"
"Why… won't you let me seek happiness…?"
That one question stabbed her like a blade.
She too had destroyed her.
Yesterday, she personally crushed the fragile happiness Bibi Dong had managed to grasp.
What difference was there between her…
and that beast of a father?!
No.
NO.
A violent spark ignited deep within her soul.
She couldn't change the past.
She couldn't erase her birth.
She couldn't wash away the blood that made her existence filthy.
But—
She could choose who she would become.
She could prove—
I am not him.
"I…"
Her golden eyes snapped open.
All confusion, despair, and hatred burned away—
leaving behind a single, blazing belief.
Her father gave her life.
But he also gave her sin.
She was born tainted.
So—
She would use this tainted life
to compensate for what she had destroyed.
"Heh…"
A faint, cracked laugh escaped her lips.
But in that laugh, despair had disappeared.
Only icy resolve remained.
She staggered to her feet.
Her reflection appeared in a knight's armor beside the corridor—
twisted, pale, broken.
Behind her, the Seraphim statue gleamed, symbolizing sacred glory.
"Blood of sin…
Spirit of glory…"
She raised her fist.
Without using any spirit power—
Bang—!!!
Her punch dented the armor's steel chest.
Blood dripped from her knuckles in thin scarlet lines.
But the sharp pain brought her clarity.
"Today!"
"I, Qian Renxue!"
"Will use this life that never should have existed—
this Seraphim bloodline inherited from the Qian Clan—"
"To restore the happiness I personally destroyed!"
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