69novels Chapter 92 Is it, or isn't?
Chapter 92 Is it, or isn't?
Chapter 92 Is it, or isn't?
Nan Feng's gaze quickly returned from the horizon, becoming serious and cold once more.
He surveyed the room, his tone turning somber: "Gentlemen..."
Even though Qian Xunji, the culprit, has received his due punishment, and even though Jin E and the others have gone to reflect on their mistakes.
"But I know that for the living, the wounds in their hearts are not so easy to heal."
"The dead are gone, but what can the living endure?"
Nan Feng's voice was low and tinged with sorrow: "Brothers and sisters who lost loved ones and friends in the war, can the hatred in your hearts really disappear so easily just by punishing a dead person?"
"cannot."
Nan Feng asked himself the question and then answered it, his eyes narrowed and his voice became extremely firm!
"Therefore, today! I not only want to give an explanation to the dead, but also to the living!"
"I will end this war here and now!!"
Nan Feng suddenly flicked his sleeve, pointing his scepter at the vast open space in front of the Papal Palace: "Belonging to the Spirit Hall! Belonging to the Clear Sky Sect!"
"If any of you still harbor resentment over yesterday's grievances, if any feel that the hatred in your heart cannot be quelled, and that it must be washed away with blood!"
"Then step forward!!"
"Whether you fight or kill, let's settle this today!"
"Right here in front of the Papal Palace! Right here, in front of all the Soul Masters of the world!"
"Let life and death be left to fate!"
"But one"
Nan Feng abruptly changed the subject, his tone chillingly sharp: "After today, let's not bring up old grudges again! All grievances must be settled today!"
"If we don't speak up today, if we don't fight today, tomorrow we might attack other people's families because of our grudges, and secretly do dirty work, creating more innocent grievances."
"Then he's no different from Qian Xunji, who, for his own selfish reasons, instigated war and plunged the world into chaos!!"
Nan Feng's gaze swept across everyone's face like lightning: "To act in this way is to be my enemy! To be an enemy of all the Soul Masters in the world who yearn for peace!!"
"When the time comes, I will surely kill him!!"
"Now!"
Nan Feng pointed to the open space and shouted, "Settle your scores! Repay your grievances!"
"If you're a man, don't hide it!"
"Step forward!!"
In the shrine, before the statue of the angel.
The enormous six-winged angel statue radiated a soft and holy light, but this light could not illuminate the gloom in Qian Daoliu's heart at this moment.
He knelt on the prayer mat in front of the statue, his eyes slightly closed. Although his breathing was steady, the oppressive aura emanating from him made the empty hall feel particularly heavy.
Today, in front of the world, he personally denied his own son and trampled the glory of the Angel Family underfoot.
Although it was for the greater good and to preserve the last line of defense, this humiliation gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
A series of light and disordered footsteps broke the deathly silence.
Qian Renxue walked in, looking utterly dejected.
Her face was deathly pale, and her golden eyes, which always shone with pride, were now shrouded in a gray mist, empty and lost.
She neither bowed nor spoke, but like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, she walked to Qian Daoliu's side, silently knelt down, and lowered her head to look at the cold stone bricks on the ground.
Everything that happened today was like an absurd nightmare, shattering the worldview she had built up over the past nine years.
Hiding in the shadows, she witnessed firsthand how the "teacher," who always mocked her yet cooked for her, tore away her father's "glorious" facade in front of tens of thousands of people.
She could tell that it wasn't her real mother, but her teacher, because that arrogance was something her mother didn't have.
She saw her second grandfather's fear and guilt, and the silence of the other grandfathers who were honoring him.
She also saw that her most beloved grandfather, the omnipotent Grand Master, ultimately chose to compromise, and even personally issued the order to remove her father from the family genealogy and strip him of his title.
a long time.
"grandfather."
Qian Renxue's voice was a little hoarse, with a slight tremor: "Today in front of the Papal Palace—that—what Mom said, is it true?"
Qian Daoliu's eyelids trembled slightly, but he neither opened his eyes nor spoke.
Qian Renxue turned her head and looked at her grandfather's aged profile. Her eyes gradually reddened: "From childhood to adulthood, you, Grandpa Jin'e, and the other enshrined grandfathers have always told me that Dad is a great hero and the pride of the Spirit Hall."
"Tell me that Tang Hao is a traitorous sinner and that the Haotian Sect has broken its promise."
"But today—"
Qian Renxue's voice trembled with tears: "Mom, and the tens of thousands of Soul Masters below the stage, even those from the Seven Great Sects, their meaning is very clear."
"From beginning to end, it was Dad who started this whole thing."
"It was his greed, his unreasonableness, and he brought this upon himself."
"even----"
Qian Renxue gripped her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white: "Even you, Grandpa, personally issued the punishment for Father in front of the whole world, kicking him out of the family register."
Qian Renxue stretched out her small hand and gently tugged at Qian Daoliu's sleeve, her eyes full of pleading, begging her grandfather to give her a different answer, begging him to tell her that it was fake, that Bibi Dong had forced him to do it.
"Grandpa, I don't know who to believe anymore."
"I know Mom doesn't like Dad, and I also know—the teachers don't like Dad either. So I won't ask them; they might lie to me or make up stories about Dad."
"But Grandpa, you are Dad's father, and you love Xue'er the most."
Can you tell me the truth?
"my father----"
Two streams of tears slid down Qian Renxue's cheeks: "Is he... really as that woman said?"
""
Qian Daoliu remained silent.
How should he answer?
Tell her that her father is indeed a bastard, not only greedy but also raped her mother.
Or should we continue to lie to her, saying that it was all Bibi Dong's conspiracy, and that her grandfather was forced to back down for the sake of the bigger picture?
Either answer would be cruel to this child.
Seeing that her grandfather remained silent, Qian Renxue's last glimmer of hope was slowly shattering.
She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, sniffed, and her eyes held a stubbornness beyond her years: "Grandpa, if you can't answer those complicated questions..."
"Then you just need to answer a few simple questions."
Qian Renxue stared into Qian Daoliu's eyes and asked, word by word, "Were the facts about the causes of the war that Mother mentioned on stage today true?"
"Did Dad deliberately stir up trouble and send people to hunt down Tang Hao?"
"Did Father start the war out of selfishness, coveting the soul bone?"
"Was it because he was less skilled, went looking for trouble, and ended up getting beaten to death?"
Yes, or no.
The hall fell silent once again.
Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the pair of golden eyes in front of him, filled with pain and a thirst for knowledge.
That was the last hope of the angel family, and his only attachment in this world.
He wanted to shake his head, to deny it.
But after today, after the whole world knows the truth, is there any point in him continuing to weave that lie?
That kind of lie, which is so easily exposed, will only make him, as a grandfather, appear more hypocritical in his granddaughter's eyes.
"----call."
Qian Daoliu exhaled a long breath of stale air, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.
He didn't look at Qian Renxue, but only at the statue, and uttered a very light yet very deep nasal sound: "————Hmm."
""
Although Bibi Dong's words were extremely humiliating in tone, and although she exaggerated and described Qian Xunji as utterly worthless in some places,
But he couldn't deny it.
Those core things, those things about the cause, the process, and the result.
That's the truth.
That extremely soft "hmm" was like a heavy hammer blow, completely shattering the monument called "father" in Qian Renxue's heart.
She swayed, her hands fell limply to her sides, and the tension she had been holding in vanished instantly. She felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she collapsed onto the prayer mat.
it is true.
It's all true.
Her father, whom she had always been so proud of, the man described by her grandfather and the worshippers as a peerless hero, turned out to be a greedy, despicable, and incompetent villain who deliberately provoked trouble.
Tears fell silently onto the cold floor tiles, spreading into desolate splashes.
But Qian Renxue did not stop there.
The doubts in her heart were not completely resolved; on the contrary, they became even stronger and more frightening with the "truth" that was forcibly interrupted.
She raised her head, her swollen, red eyes fixed on Qian Daoliu, her voice trembling even more violently: "If those things about the war are true, then what happened next?"
"Back then, Mom asked Grandpa Jin'e why she, as the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, had disappeared over the past ten years? Why didn't even the Spirit Hall dare to talk about it?"
"Just as she was about to give the answer, Grandpa Golden Crocodile went mad."
"I've never seen my second grandfather's expression like that before, that fear, that murderous intent that was so desperate that he even wanted to kill someone to silence them."
"And you too."
Qian Renxue's voice trembled violently: "You are so strong, you could have stopped her much earlier, but you arrived at that moment, just as those words were about to be uttered, and forcibly interrupted her."
Why?
"What exactly are you afraid of?"
"What exactly has she gone through in the past ten years?"
Qian Daoliu's breath hitched, and his fingers, which were resting on his knees, clenched tightly, his knuckles turning a ghastly pale from the excessive force.
The air inside the hall seemed to have solidified into lead, making it hard to breathe.
As Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather's enigmatic expression, her suspicions became clearer and more terrifying.
"Is it—still about Father?"
"Is it related to why Mom hates me so much, why she never hugs me, and even wants to kill me?"
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