Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning-Chapter 71 - 72 – Qian Renxue Returns to Spirit Hall

The ones who had stormed into the cathedral were none other than Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Snake Lance Douluo!

But the state of the three was far from ideal.

Snake Lance Douluo was covered in wounds, his body ravaged as if he had just survived a brutal battle. Even some of his previously healed injuries seemed to be reopening.

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked even worse—his face pale, lips trembling—and shockingly, one of his arms was missing. His aura was so weak, it was barely perceptible.

Only Ghost Douluo still retained his strength, his presence undiminished and formidable as ever.

But Bibi Dong said nothing at first. Her eyes were entirely fixed on the figure Ghost Douluo was half-carrying in his arms.

Golden hair, a luxurious royal gown, and a breathtaking face that looked almost identical to Bibi Dong herself.

The young woman was unconscious, her eyes tightly shut, unaware of everything happening around her.

Bibi Dong's pupils widened in disbelief. She pointed at the figure in Ghost Douluo's arms, her voice trembling.

"Ghost... Ghost Douluo... that is?"

For once, Ghost Douluo showed a rare trace of bitterness as he responded firmly, "Yes, Your Holiness. This is... the Holy Maiden."

"I don't know what she's been through, but when I found her, she was already like this."

"Ah..."

Bibi Dong let out a faint gasp and slumped back into her throne, her gaze locked on the grown-up Qian Renxue.

Her expression faltered as she looked upon that face—so eerily similar to her own.

Even with her eyes shut, Qian Renxue's brows were furrowed tightly.

She must be in pain. Is she having a nightmare...?

The thought struck Bibi Dong like lightning—and it terrified her.

Why would she... why would she care?

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A wave of disgust surged from deep within her, and she frowned, forcing herself to look away. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her eyes from softening the longer she stared at Qian Renxue.

Something deep within her heart stirred.

Breathing heavily, Bibi Dong leaned forward and grabbed the armrest for support, visibly shaken.

After a long silence, she waved her hand. "I understand. Whatever else there is... we'll deal with it later. Go rest and recover."

She hesitated, then added, "Take Elder Yue Guan to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Tell them Spirit Hall owes them a favor—make sure his injuries are healed."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

Though they didn't understand the strange shift in Bibi Dong's expression, Ghost Douluo followed orders without question. He carried Qian Renxue and led Chrysanthemum and Snake Lance Douluo away in haste.

Bibi Dong sat quietly, one hand resting against her forehead as she sank into deep thought.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, walking behind the others, cast a subtle glance back at the sacred, noble figure seated atop the throne.

A peculiar glint flickered in his eyes.

He turned away and followed Ghost Douluo out.

"Bibi Dong, huh... Still as stunning as ever... Kekekekeke..."

BOOM—!

The cathedral doors closed again with a heavy thud.

Silence returned.

Bibi Dong stared ahead blankly, countless emotions churning in her eyes—grief, confusion, regret. What exactly she was thinking... no one could say.

Star Luo Empire — The Zhu Clan

In the main hall sat a well-dressed noble couple. The woman, though clearly middle-aged, still retained the beauty and elegance of youth, so much so that she could easily be mistaken for a young maiden.

At the moment, however, her face was filled with worry, anxiety written all over it.

The man beside her—a dignified, middle-aged noble—frowned deeply as if weighed down by some troubling concern.

Seeing his wife so distraught, he sighed and tried to comfort her. "Don't worry. They're not children anymore. They can take care of themselves."

"Take care of themselves?!"

His words instantly triggered her.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pointed at him and snapped, "How can you even say that?!"

"If you hadn't agreed to let Xiao Yun go out alone to train, would she have gone missing?!"

"She could've absorbed a soul ring anywhere! Why did she have to leave alone?! With the power and influence of the Zhu Clan, we couldn't even spare two guards to follow her?! You've completely lost your mind!"

Faced with her rising anger, the man could only sigh again, looking even more troubled.

"I just... I just wanted her to become stronger..."

"Stronger, my foot!"

The woman cried out in anguish. "If you truly cared about her future, you wouldn't have let her run off to the Star Dou Forest to hunt soul beasts by herself!"

"Do you even know how dangerous that place is?! Now look! Xiao Yun is missing! And Xiao Qing ran off after her!"

"This house is completely empty now! Are you happy?!"

Just as the man was about to reply—

A servant suddenly rushed in, face lit with excitement.

"Master! Madam! The young miss has returned!"

"What?!"

Both of them jumped up in unison, exchanging shocked glances before hurrying outside.

Sure enough!

There she stood in the courtyard—a young girl in a purple-black robe, smiling sweetly at the sight of them. But in her gaze, there was exhaustion... and something deeper—a weariness beyond her years.

"Xiao Yun!"

The lady cried out joyfully and rushed forward, wrapping Zhu Zhuyun tightly in her arms.

She looked her daughter up and down in a panic, asking rapidly, "You're finally back! Are you hurt? Are you okay? I was worried sick!"

Zhu Zhuyun shook her head weakly. "I'm not hurt... I succeeded... I finished absorbing the soul ring... I'm just really tired. I want to rest..."

The woman caressed her cheek lovingly. "Alright, alright. Go rest now—we can talk later, after you've had a good sleep."

"Mm."

Zhu Zhuyun gently pulled away, nodded at her father, and turned to walk toward her room.

Her mother watched her go with tearful, affectionate eyes, overwhelmed with relief.

Her father pulled his wife into his arms and whispered, "She's home safe now. Why cry?"

But neither of them noticed—

As Zhu Zhuyun turned her back... a faint crimson glow flashed through her eyes.

A subtle smirk curled at her lips.

Her expression... twisted ever so slightly into something unnerving.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sharp echo of her footsteps rang clearly in the quiet courtyard.

Zhu Zhuyun's room was located toward the rear of the estate, in a secluded area rarely visited by others—not even the servants came here often.

It had always been that way—ever since her and Zhu Zhuqing's constant rivalry as children.

They were always at odds, always competing in cultivation.

For Zhu Zhuyun, the quieter the environment, the better.

She came to a stop and slowly looked up at the sky.

Far above, beyond the clouds, a shadow silently drifted past...

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