Chapter 3:
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A New Life Begins
Spirit Hall's sacred halls stood vast and majestic, illuminated by golden sunlight pouring through intricate stained glass windows. The air was thick with divine energy, a testament to the powerful figures that resided within.
Yet, behind the grandeur, within the deepest chambers of the Supreme Pontiff's palace, a storm of emotions raged.
Bibi Dong lay on a lavish bed, her face pale, her body drenched in sweat. The entire chamber was tense as Spirit Hall's most skilled healers and attendants moved around her in controlled urgency.
She was in labor.
Her mind, however, was not on the excruciating pain surging through her body. Instead, it was clouded by hatred, disgust, and deep resentment.
She did not want this child.
She had never wanted this child.
Her hands clenched the silk sheets beneath her as another wave of pain wracked her body.
A child born of Qian Xunji, the man she loathed with every fiber of her being.
A child who symbolized her greatest humiliation.
A child that should have never existed.
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The Unwanted Heir Arrives
Hours passed, but it felt like an eternity.
And then, finally—
The newborn's cry pierced the silence.
A soft, fragile wail. A new life brought into the world.
The attendants smiled. "It's a girl, Your Holiness."
They gently wrapped the baby in silk, presenting her to Bibi Dong. Her daughter.
But instead of warmth, instead of the joy most mothers would feel upon seeing their newborn…
Bibi Dong turned her head away.
She refused to even look at the child.
"Take her away."
The attendants hesitated. "…Your Holiness?"
"I said take her away!" Her voice was sharp, filled with venom.
For a moment, there was only stunned silence. Then, hurried footsteps as the healers quickly carried the baby out of the chamber, unsure of what else to do.
The child's cries echoed down the halls.
And Bibi Dong?
She felt nothing.
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Qian Daoliu's Arrival
The news of the birth spread swiftly through Spirit Hall.
Qian Daoliu, who had been overseeing matters within the temple, arrived soon after. His granddaughter had been born.
His golden robes shimmered as he stepped into the chamber where the attendants cradled the crying newborn.
His gaze softened as he looked at her.
A new Seraphim had been born.
But his expression soon darkened when he heard about Bibi Dong's reaction.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"Still resting in her chambers, Your Eminence."
Qian Daoliu didn't bother to visit her. If she had rejected her child, then she was unworthy of seeing her.
Instead, he gently took the baby in his arms, cradling her as he did Zhen Wuji just days before.
Unlike Wuji, who radiated an unnatural presence, this child felt more… pure.
A newborn bathed in holy light.
But what hurt Qian Daoliu was knowing that her own mother despised her.
Qian Renxue.
That was the name he gave her.
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Spirit Hall's Reaction
The birth of Qian Renxue, the heir of the Qian bloodline, sent waves throughout Spirit Hall.
A Seraphim was rare, and her birth solidified the Qian family's dominance over the organization.
Many elders were ecstatic, offering their blessings and support.
But rumors soon followed.
That Bibi Dong refused to acknowledge her own child.
That she had rejected her outright.
The whispers spread through the palace, through the ranks of Spirit Hall's clergy and warriors. Some pitied the child. Others scorned Bibi Dong's cold-heartedness.
But one person watched everything with an amused gaze.
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Zhen Wuji's Perspective
Zhen Wuji lay comfortably in a cradle within the inner temple, observing everything unfold through his Six Eyes.
He had sensed it all—the intense emotions, the reactions, the whispers.
And the moment he laid eyes on the newborn girl, he knew who she was.
Qian Renxue.
The future Angel God. The one fated to clash with Tang San.
But now, just a fragile newborn wrapped in silk.
His Six Eyes activated, analyzing her instantly.
—Name: Qian Renxue
—Cultivation: None (Newborn)
—Martial Soul: Seraphim (Unawakened)
—Evaluation: A natural-born genius. Innate divine energy presence. However, psychologically vulnerable due to maternal rejection. Future growth highly dependent on external influences.
Zhen Wuji smirked inwardly.
So it begins.
The hatred in Bibi Dong's eyes, the disdain for her own daughter—it was all unfolding exactly as it was supposed to.
But unlike the original timeline, there was now another factor in play.
Him.
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Qian Daoliu's Decision
For the next few days, Qian Daoliu spent time with both Renxue and Wuji, carefully observing the two children.
Two mysterious, powerful children, brought together by fate.
And then, he made a decision.
He would raise them together.
Though they were not related by blood, Qian Daoliu saw them as the future of Spirit Hall.
One, his true heir—the rightful successor to the Seraphim bloodline.
The other, an enigma—a child born of mystery, carrying an incomprehensible power.
They would grow side by side.
He would shape them into the greatest beings of this era.
And Bibi Dong?
She would have no say in the matter.
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Bibi Dong's Silent Rage
Days passed.
Bibi Dong heard the rumors. She knew what Qian Daoliu was doing.
He had taken the child she discarded and made her his heir.
And worse—he had placed that other boy beside her.
That strange child.
Something about him unsettled her.
His piercing blue eyes, so sharp, so unnatural.
He wasn't normal. He wasn't even human, was he?
She clenched her fists.
They are taking everything from me.
She had worked for years to gain power, to become Supreme Pontiff.
And yet, they still controlled her fate.
Her hatred deepened.
But for now, she endured.
She would wait.
One day, she would break free from this fate.
And when she did—she would destroy everything that had caged her.
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A Future Set in Motion
As the days turned into weeks, the halls of Spirit Hall remained as grand as ever.
But beneath the surface, shifts were happening.
A child abandoned by his past life, reborn with limitless potential, watched silently as destiny unraveled before him.
A young heir rejected by her own mother, unknowingly being shaped for a future she never chose.
A High Priest with grand ambitions, determined to mold the next generation into forces that would dominate the world.
A Pontiff consumed by her own hatred, watching from the shadows, waiting for the day she could claim true power.
The pieces were being placed on the board.
And at the center of it all—Zhen Wuji.
With each passing day, he understood more.
His place in this world. His power. His true purpose.
And soon…
He would begin to move.