While Ye Qiu was telling Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue about the Evil Soul Master,
inside the golden space of the Angel God statue,
the golden sun slowly dissipated.
Within it was the Angel Holy Sword, gleaming with holy light and bathed in holy fire.
Golden light flowed.
From the Angel Holy Sword emerged a phantom.
A long golden dress, exquisite features, and three pairs of wings behind her.
It was none other than the Angel God.
If Ye Qiu, Qian Daoliu, or Qian Renxue were here,
they would be utterly astonished!
The Angel God
looked exactly like Qian Renxue
, only more mature, with a more holy, majestic, and gentle aura.
At this moment, the Angel God
's phantom gaze
was fixed on Ye Qiu and Qian Renxue, nestled together beneath the Angel God statue, his eyes filled with a mixture of conflict and reluctance. "He and the vessel I prepared are actually getting so close?" the Angel God murmured to herself. Then, a knowing smile
appeared on her face . She finally understood. Back then, Ye Qiu had clearly come to save her, yet he was incredibly cold towards her. It seemed that from the moment he saw her, Ye Qiu had already seen some of her future plans through those eyes. "Heh," the Angel God chuckled with relief. "Speaking of which, Xue'er, isn't she also my child with him?" The Angel God stared at Qian Renxue, who looked exactly like her, her gaze complex . Qian Renxue was a vessel she created using a portion of the creation power given to her by Ye Qiu, combined with her own essence— a vessel to hold the angelic deity. In other words, Ye Qiu played a part in Qian Renxue's birth. This was a future that even Ye Qiu at that time probably hadn't foreseen. "So be it, there's more than one way to live," the Angel God sighed, turning her gaze to the Angelic Holy Sword at the center of this space. "I don't need to be resurrected like that." "It doesn't matter if Rakshasa is still waiting for me, I'll just give her to that bastard Shura." "Anyway, I only consider her a best friend, but that bastard is quite capable." "No, no, for this mess, I'm about to perish and sacrifice my descendant to reactivate Rakshasa's divine trial." "If that bastard Shura's compensation satisfies me, I'll tell him Rakshasa's coordinates outside the realm." The Angel God's voice grew weaker. The golden light in her eyes grew brighter, as if piercing through this golden world. She saw the darkness suppressed under the Holy Sword. That was her dark side. After a moment of contemplation, the Angel God made up her mind. "Heh, perhaps, after light and darkness unite, the angel gods can also reach new heights!" ... Qian Renxue's background. The Angel God's self-talk. Ye Qiu, who was still communicating with Qian Daoliu and his grandson, was completely unaware. Time was limited. Ye Qiu and Qian Renxue didn't stay long in the Hall of Offerings. When it was time for cultivation, Ye Qiu took Qian Renxue to the Blue Silver Forest. He didn't even ask Qian Daoliu about Qian Renxue's mother again. After all, even the angel god couldn't answer that question.
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Qian Daoliu was probably even less aware of the intricacies involved. If
he had known, he would have
already told Qian Renxue herself. In
the Blue Silver Forest,
Ye Qiu and Qian Renxue embraced, even with their legs raised against each other's soft warmth.
They made no attempt to conceal their feelings,
simply silently cultivating their Martial Soul Fusion Technique.
The sun set in the west.
Far away in Heaven Dou City
, in the Moon Pavilion, Ling Yuan Douluo was bidding farewell to Tang Yuehua.
"Yuehua, that crazy woman is looking for me. I have to go back quickly."
Ling Yuan, her wavy short hair framing her face, lay languidly on Tang Yuehua's fragrant couch.
She hadn't been eavesdropping at Blue Tyrant Academy lately,
and hadn't heard that dramatic, deeply affectionate symphony for a long time.
She was truly a little unaccustomed to it.
"Since she's calling you, then go back. She probably wants to ask you something,"
Tang Yuehua said slowly, stopping her playing.
"Maybe it's for preparing for the Soul Master Competition."
"What's there to prepare for in the Soul Master Competition? Yue Guan and Gui Mei are enough for her to command."
Ling Yuan Douluo curled his lip.
"Speaking of which, will she really lay a hand on your little man?"
"Should I help you save him?"
Tang Yuehua nodded, then shook her head.
Ling Yuan Douluo sat up, somewhat confused.
"Yuehua, what do you mean?"
Tang Yuehua smiled gently and patiently explained:
"My nod answers your first question; she really will make a move, and might even imprison him. My shake answers your second question."
"As for saving him, it depends on Sister Dong'er's instructions. She might come back during this time. That's what we agreed on."
Ling Yuan Douluo stood up and stretched, saying helplessly, "I really don't understand you guys. You're heartbroken, yet you just watch that crazy woman imprison and torture him."
"The key is, we can't resist either!"
Tang Yuehua smiled bitterly and rubbed her forehead.
"She's now the Pope, powerful and with divine inheritance. Am I supposed to take Erlong and deliver myself to her death?"
"Heh, that's true. That madwoman's scythe is terrifying. Even the High Priest would be terrified at the sight of her in a rage."
Lingyuan Douluo shuddered and shook her head.
She'd actually tried to save Yuehua and the others; she was practically asking for trouble.
"But Lingyuan, why did you suddenly decide to rescue him? Could it be... you've fallen for him too?"
Tang Yuehua didn't shy away from the topic; she just followed Dongjie and hugged her.
"What a joke! How could I possibly be interested in such a junior?"
Lingyuan Douluo waved her hand, her face flushed.
After experiencing nearly a hundred episodes of "Springtime in the Garden" starring Ye Qiu, her current impression of Ye Qiu was that of a fiery, perpetual motion machine.
Every detail of his energetic forward-moving movements was etched in her mind.
Seeing Liu Erlong and Xiao Wu's increasingly ecstatic expressions, and hearing their beautiful singing voices as they played the lead roles,
she felt an increasing urge to replace them with herself. Each time she did, she felt a surge of heat and weakness, her body no longer dry.
The image of Liu Erlong's near-drowning state, her body tensing and convulsing as she was about to breathe her last, resonated most deeply with her.
However, she absolutely could not admit to such a thing.
The memory of her squatting in the corner was already something she didn't want to mention.
"Is that so?"
Tang Yuehua chuckled, her red lips pursed, not revealing her true feelings.
"Sister Lingyuan, after all these years, it's time to find someone to settle down. Perhaps you could ask Sister Dong'er's opinion."
"Ahem... let's talk about that later."
Lingyuan Douluo waved her hand, opening the window to let in some fresh air.