Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

As he grew older, Moon's state of mind became more and more peaceful.

He sighed to Zhang Lexuan many times, "You don't need to keep the vow you made back then. Beibei's life should be his own choice."

She simply lowered her head and remained silent.

Until Beibei brought Tang Ya to her.

The boy's eyes were clear and firm as he said to her, "Sister Lexuan, you will always be my sister."

If you're sad... hit me, hit me until you feel better.

She really hit her, beating Beibei until her face was bruised and swollen.

Tang Ya, who was standing nearby, also stepped forward and said softly, "Let me be hit too, I'll take the hit with him."

Looking into the girl's earnest eyes, Zhang Lexuan softened her touch considerably.

At that moment, she suddenly felt something that had been pressing on her chest for so long quietly loosen.

It turns out that what she was obsessed with was never the marriage contract, but a sense of "belonging" that she could hold onto tightly.

This sense of belonging had already taken root and grown in another way during the years at Shrek.

Later at the Sea God Pavilion, Mu En waved to her, his gaze as kind as ever: "Le Xuan, even if you don't become Bei Bei's child bride, you will always be my granddaughter."

If you don't mind that I'm an old man, please call me Grandpa from now on.

Zhang Lexuan stood there, stunned, her eyes suddenly reddening.

The care, guidance, tolerance, and protection over the years flashed before my eyes.

She stepped forward, gently knelt at the old man's feet, looked up, and called out in a choked voice, "Grandpa."

One sound after another.

It wasn't until she saw a familiar, sly smile flash across the old man's eyes that she belatedly paused, realizing that Old Mu was Beibei's great-great-grandfather, and she considered him her grandfather. The generational difference seemed...

The moonlight, like water, flowed quietly across the wooden floor of the Sea God Pavilion.

Zhang Lexuan brewed a pot of light tea, and wisps of white steam rose, filling the room with warmth.

She sat opposite Moon, and the old man picked up his teacup, took a sip, and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes relaxed: "Speaking of which, Beibei caused quite a few laughs when she was little."

Zhang Lexuan was stunned for a moment, and those memories that had been sealed away by vows suddenly came vividly to life.

She remembered the first time she saw Beibei, that tiny baby...

"When he was four years old..." She couldn't help but smile, "He wet the bed in the middle of the night, and when he woke up in the morning, he was so embarrassed that his face turned bright red. He hugged the wet blanket and circled around the room, not knowing where to hide."

At that time, she had just become an inner disciple. When she passed by the room, she heard rustling noises inside. She pushed open the door and saw the little guy looking anxious and about to cry.

She didn't say anything, silently changed his bedding, and secretly slipped him a packet of osmanthus sugar.

Moon chuckled and shook his head: "The next day he came to ask me if the blanket had dried up by itself."

"He was afraid of thunder when he was five," Zhang Lexuan's voice became even softer. "Every time there was a thunderstorm, he would stand outside my door with a pillow in his arms, without knocking, just standing there."

She remembered one time when the thunder was particularly loud, and when she opened the door, she saw that the little guy's eyes were red and the hem of his pajamas was all crumpled.

"When I let him in, he curled up in the corner of the bed like a frightened little animal, and even after he fell asleep, his fingers were still clutching the hem of my clothes."

At that time, she was working hard to break through her bottleneck, but looking at that innocent sleeping face, she felt a strange sense of peace.

The old man sighed, "That child was strong-willed from a young age, but he was exceptionally timid in these kinds of matters."

"That spring when he was six years old," Zhang Lexuan's eyes shone with a warm light, "he insisted on flying that dragon-shaped kite, and while running too fast on the lawn, he tripped over a stone."

She was standing not far away when she saw him lying on the ground, stunned for a few seconds, then burst into tears, knocking out one of his front teeth.

"When I ran over, his mouth was full of blood, but he still asked incoherently, 'Sister, did the elves take my teeth?'"

She felt both sorry for him and amused. She cupped his face in her hands, examined it carefully, and gently coaxed him, "When the new teeth grow in, they will be stronger than before."

Those images flashed through his mind frame by frame: when he was six years old, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night when he first summoned his martial soul; when he was seven years old, he fell asleep on her lap because he was too tired from training; when he was eight years old, he secretly saved his favorite candy for her...

"I understand now," Zhang Lexuan said, gripping the warm teacup tightly, her voice trembling slightly, "when he stood before me with Tang Ya, my first thought wasn't disappointment, but rather..."

She paused, searching for the right word, "but rather, relieved."

All the bitterness and obsession vanished in that moment.

She suddenly saw clearly that the little boy who needed her to hold his hand as they walked down the corridor had grown into a teenager who could firmly hold the hand of the one he loved.

She will always be his sister, always has been, and always will be.

The old man reached out and gently patted her shoulder: "You've had a tough time all these years."

"It's not hard work." Zhang Lexuan shook her head, but tears streamed down her face without warning.

"Grandpa," she called again.

……

Huo Yutong's studies and life in the inner courtyard have officially begun.

It was a bright and sunny morning. Inside the inner courtyard's Soul Arena, the Shrek Seven Devils, led by Bei Bei, had all arrived.

Mu En sat quietly in her wheelchair, her expression gentle, while Zhang Lexuan stood upright beside her, exuding a cool and capable air.

"Hello." Zhang Lexuan stepped forward, her voice steady and clear. "I am Zhang Lexuan, an inner court combat instructor, Elder Mu's goddaughter, twenty-eight years old this year, my martial soul is the moon, and I am an eighty-three-level Soul Douluo."

As soon as she finished speaking, the spirit rings beneath her feet rose one by one: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red.

A bright red light illuminated the venue, prompting Bei Bei and the others to exclaim in a low voice—a 100,000-year soul ring!

"From today onwards, I will be in charge of the practical training of the six of you—" She glanced at Bei Bei, Tang Ya, He Caitou, Ning Tian, ​​Xiao Xiao, and Wu Feng, "and Huo Yutong has already become my disciple, so her training will be arranged separately."

She then announced the class schedule:

"Beibei, Tangya, Wufeng: Within a week, two days of practical training followed by two days of theory, then two more days of practical training, and the remaining day for rest."

"He Caitou majored in the Soul Guidance Department, while Ning Tian and Xiao Xiao also studied it as an elective."

The three were scheduled for two days of practical training, two days of theory, and two days of soul guidance courses, with one day reserved for independent study.

"The theory classes are led by Professor Wang Yan, while the soul guidance classes are led by Professor Fan Yu."

Moon then smiled and said, "Children, there will be a special sparring match today."

I want to see how much you've improved over this period, especially Yu Tong's current strength.

Therefore, Yu Tong will now face off against the six of you. Le Xuan will be the referee.

"Please, everyone, give it your all." Huo Yutong smiled slightly, her eyes gleaming. "I am much stronger than you all imagine..."

Beibei and the others exchanged glances and said nothing more.

They all knew that Huo Yutong's soul power had reached level 54, ranking first among the seven, not to mention that she had many unknown trump cards.

The seven people stood still, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.