#77 - The pursuit was fruitless. I have experience in death.

The sun set in the west.

The Papal Hall, the Hall of Offerings, and the entire Spirit Hall City at the foot of the mountain were all prepared for tomorrow.

Qian Xunji's coffin already had its lid placed on it.

Qian Renxue and Qian Renjue were wiping the surroundings of the coffin.

Then, they knelt on the ground, waiting quietly.

Night gradually deepened.

Tap, tap!

Footsteps sounded outside.

Immediately followed by Golden Crocodile Douluo's inquiry.

"Brother, how did it go?"

There was no response.

Golden Crocodile Douluo continued:

"Brother, the two children, Xue and Jue, are inside."

Thump.

The steady footsteps became hesitant and heavy.

The middle-aged man with golden hair and golden eyes entered the hall.

Qian Renjue and Qian Renxue both turned their heads.

Gazing at the somewhat travel-worn figure.

They greeted in unison:

"Grandpa!"

"Xue, Jue."

Qian Daoliu responded softly.

His eyes filled with exhaustion and guilt, he slowly approached the two children.

He knelt down in the middle.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He simply raised his hand and gently stroked their hair.

Qian Renxue didn't ask; she had expected the outcome.

Perhaps Tang Hao or Tang San already had the divine sense of the Asura God dwelling within them.

Picking up a round fan from the ground, Qian Renxue gently fanned Qian Daoliu.

Qian Renjue poured out the brewed tea and handed it to Qian Daoliu.

"Grandpa, have some tea."

"…"

Looking at the siblings before him, Qian Daoliu felt a pang of heartache for no reason.

His hands trembled slightly.

Grasping the warm tea that Qian Renjue offered, the guilt in his eyes deepened.

A breath was stuck in his throat, swelling painfully.

"Xue, Jue, it's Grandpa who is useless, it's Grandpa who has let you down."

"Grandpa, that's not true, it's not your fault."

Qian Renxue gently shook her head.

Qian Daoliu had already done enough, and in the end, he was even willing to sacrifice his life.

It was she who had let Qian Daoliu down.

Qian Renjue nodded slightly.

Comforting him:

"What elder sister says is right, Grandpa has been tired for so long, he should rest well."

"Heh."

Qian Daoliu smiled self-deprecatingly.

Accompanied by the siblings, he quietly drank the warm tea in his hand.

He didn't know how long it had been since he felt this sense of powerlessness.

Golden Crocodile Douluo slowly approached, respectfully inquiring:

"Brother, is it time to close the coffin?"

"…"

Qian Daoliu paused.

After pondering for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "I will do it myself later."

"Yes."

Golden Crocodile Douluo didn't say much and slowly retreated from the hall.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji in the coffin.

His breathing was a little difficult.

"Xue, Jue, it's getting late, go back and rest."

"Understood, Grandpa."

Qian Renxue put down the fan in her hand and slowly stood up.

Qian Renjue pointed to the bell, thumb ring, and blood-colored candy beans on the ground.

He asked Qian Daoliu:

"Grandpa, can my sister and I take these things away?"

"Of course, you can."

Qian Daoliu glanced at them and nodded seriously.

It was good to have a memento.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

As he spoke, Qian Renjue raised his hand and took off the necklace he was wearing around his neck.

And Qian Renxue reached out and collected all the things on the ground.

Qian Renjue hung the necklace inlaid with the Soul-Seizing Pearl around Qian Daoliu's neck.

"Grandpa, this was also left behind by Dad."

Qian Daoliu suddenly felt palpitations.

He looked strangely at the pearl on his chest, which was glowing with a golden halo.

"Grandpa, don't be too sad, goodbye."

Qian Renxue waved at Qian Daoliu and left the hall with Qian Renjue.

"I really am a failure."

Qian Daoliu's mouth was full of bitterness.

But he didn't notice the incense that Qian Renxue had lit under the coffin.

It was made from the pollen of the Reincarnation Flower.

…

On the way back to their residence.

Qian Renxue held Qian Renjue's small hand.

She asked: "Jue, do you think Grandpa will succeed?"

"Definitely."

Qian Renjue nodded heavily.

Looking at the shooting star streaking across the sky in the night, he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

It was in the direction of the Clear Sky School.

Qian Renjue's eyes were filled with some worry, and in his purple eyes, he seemed to see Bibi Dong wielding her twin scythes.

Regarding Qian Xunji's death.

In the past few days, Qian Renjue had a new guess.

Perhaps Qian Xunji himself had given up the chance to live.

Otherwise, Qian Renjue couldn't figure out why he didn't take the [Veiled Shadow Candy Bean].

…

Inside the Hall of Offerings.

There was no movement at all, only Qian Daoliu's steady breathing remained.

He didn't know when.

Qian Daoliu was already leaning against the coffin, as if he was sitting still or asleep.

The Soul-Seizing Pearl on his chest, glowing with a golden halo.

Suddenly began to flicker.

Strands of white mist were slowly absorbed into Qian Daoliu's body.

…

The sun shone brightly.

It seemed like an ordinary morning.

Qian Daoliu stood blankly in front of the Hall of Offerings, his mind a little chaotic.

Before he could recover.

Suddenly, it was as if there was a blazing sun in the sky.

"Dad."

A voice that he hadn't heard for days rang in his ears.

Qian Daoliu quickly looked up.

That familiar figure was standing at the top of the Hall of Offerings, radiating light.

"Xunji!"

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened.

He asked in surprise:

"You, you're still alive?"

Qian Xunji laughed heartily:

"Hahaha, Dad, are you getting senile? I'm already dead."

"Then, then what's going on?!"

Qian Daoliu raised his hand to shield his eyes.

He would never mistake the heat in this holy light.

Qian Xunji sat casually on top.

His eyes were filled with smugness.

But he didn't plan to tell the truth, teasingly saying: "Of course, it's because I miss you."

"You wretch! You, what nonsense are you talking about."

Qian Daoliu's face darkened.

The thought that he was just seeing an illusion disappeared completely.

Still so infuriating!

"Tsk, can't you scold me less?"

Qian Xunji shook his head helplessly.

Then he waved his hand.

He said with relief:

"Forget it, forget it, scold me if you want, you won't have a chance to scold me in the future anyway."

Whoosh!

Qian Xunji's figure flashed.

He had already arrived beside Qian Daoliu, pressing down on his shoulders.

His face was serious as he said:

"But I have to tell you first"

"If you scold me, you can't scold my son and daughter anymore."

Qian Daoliu looked at the vivid face before him, his eyes were red.

He snorted coldly.

"Why would I scold them?"

"That's hard to say, you didn't scold me when I was a kid, but it was different when I grew up."

Qian Xunji let go of his hand and shook his finger with a smile.

Then he turned around and slowly walked towards the grass in front of the Hall of Offerings.

Qian Daoliu looked at his back and followed silently.

Qian Xunji sat on the grass and patted the grass next to him.

He turned his head and said with a smile:

"Old man, there's not much time, let's have a good chat."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Qian Xunji looked up at the sun in the sky and lay comfortably on the grass.

Watching Qian Daoliu sit down next to him.

He asked with a smile:

"Old man, do you think people can only see themselves clearly when they are about to die?"

"How would I know!"

Qian Daoliu clenched his fist and shook his head.

"Haha… that's right, you haven't died before, I have experience in this area."

Qian Xunji rested his hands behind his head, smiling and smiling…

His face slowly sank again.

Wishing you all a happy life!