"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. Just a little longer, then you have to let go, okay? I'll be away for a while~"
The moment Qian Renxue finished speaking, Qian Renfeng's expression changed. Ever since he transmigrated into this world, he had rarely seen her. Most of the time, it was Golden Crocodile Douluo from the Hall of Worship who kept him company.
Qian Renxue only appeared a few days out of the entire year. It seemed she'd only shown up now because of his martial spirit awakening.
It was clear now—her infiltration mission into the Heaven Dou Empire had already begun.
Noticing Qian Renfeng falling silent, Qian Renxue gently comforted him:
"Don't worry~ I'll be back soon."
"But you need to train diligently! Who knows—maybe by the time you reach Titled Douluo, I'll stay by your side forever~"
Her voice was soft and warm, like a spring breeze. Although Renfeng was only six in this life, his soul was still that of a passionate young man. Hearing her soothing tone, he couldn't help but puff out his little chest proudly.
"Sis, I'll train hard—and then I'll come find you!"
"Good~ Big sister believes in you, Xiaofeng!"
Three days later.
Qian Renxue had left Spirit Hall.
Qian Daoliu and Qian Renfeng were now in secluded training within the Angel Temple, with Daoliu personally overseeing Renfeng's cultivation.
"Xiaofeng! Xiaofeng!"
Renfeng sat cross-legged in meditation, but the soul power around him surged chaotically. No matter how many times Qian Daoliu called, the boy didn't respond.
Right then, the Asura God's voice echoed in Renfeng's mind:
[Congratulations on completing the Asura God's Second Trial: Cultivate anywhere on the continent for three days. Reward: 100,000-year soul ring! Unlock divine domain—Asura!]
Behind Qian Renfeng, the Shura Demon Sword silently emerged. Though it didn't unleash its full divine weapon power, the two red, 100,000-year soul rings floating around it radiated overwhelming might—even within the holy Angel Temple.
Even Qian Daoliu could feel the immense pressure emanating from Renfeng.
Just as he was about to forcibly awaken him, a strange energy flared around Qian Renfeng and pressed back against Daoliu.
The holy aura of the Angel Temple vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifying aura of slaughter.
"A divine domain?!"
Qian Daoliu gasped in shock. Such a domain would normally require passing five or more divine trials and reaching seven rings—enough to use a true Martial Soul Avatar.
But how could he forget—Qian Renfeng was a born Titled Douluo!
Still, because the Asura Domain was active unconsciously, it didn't pose a true threat to Daoliu.
Besides, this was the Angel God's territory.
Qian Daoliu released his martial spirit, instantly activating the Angel Domain inside the temple. Holy light surged, purifying the slaughter aura.
The overwhelming Asura energy slowly retreated into Renfeng's body. He finally came to his senses, letting Qian Daoliu exhale in relief.
"Xiaofeng… your Shura Demon Sword martial spirit—did it grow stronger again?"
Renfeng could feel it himself. The twin blood-red 100,000-year rings spun around the Shura Sword. Their dark crimson light, paired with the sword's ominous glow, looked stunning—and terrifying.
"Yes, Grandpa. Should I not cultivate this second martial spirit?"
"Even when I don't train it, it's growing stronger on its own. Honestly, it feels more powerful than my Six-Winged Angel Spirit."
"Enough!!"
Qian Daoliu cut him off sharply, glancing at the Angel God statue in the distance. Seeing no reaction from it, he finally relaxed.
"You must never speak like that again, Xiaofeng."
"No matter what, our lineage has served the Angel God for generations."
"And she has told me—more than once—that you must inherit her divine position."
Qian Daoliu had his thoughts. The Angel God was a well-known deity of righteousness—recognized throughout the multiverse for justice and judgment.
Yes, the Shura Demon Sword was powerful, and the Asura God gave generous rewards.
But Daoliu sensed more than divine power in that weapon—he also felt darkness, bloodlust, and a chaotic will that could not be controlled.
Therefore, letting Qian Renfeng inherit the Angel God's position was the safer, more stable path.
After all, Daoliu knew the Angel God well.
The Asura God? He knew nothing about.
Qian Renfeng didn't bother explaining. After all, the Angel God was a first-class deity, while the Asura God was a divine law enforcer in the Divine Realm. That level of knowledge wasn't something Qian Daoliu could grasp. If Renfeng showed he knew too much, it could cause unnecessary suspicion.
"Then, Grandpa… do I need to stay here and cultivate for the next seven days?"
Qian Daoliu nodded.
"Of course. Right now, you're in the midst of the Angel God's divine trials. You must remain here and complete them."
Renfeng thought for a moment.
"Then… when I finish the second trial, can I go find my sister?"
Qian Daoliu paused, then his expression softened. He reached out and stroked Renfeng's head with a smile.
"Of course you can. Every time you complete a trial, you'll be allowed to see her once."
"And once you fully inherit the Angel God's position, she can stay by your side forever. Sound good?"
Renfeng nodded obediently. While he wanted to cuddle with Qian Renxue again, he understood Daoliu's point.
Inheriting the god position was his most urgent task right now.
Two gods had already spoon-fed him divine inheritances. All he had to do was swallow it. If he ignored that now and went off chasing butterflies, wouldn't that be… a bit dumb?
Suddenly, Daoliu's expression changed.
A strange purple mist appeared inside the sacred Angel Temple—carrying faint traces of death and resentment.
"Xiaofeng, keep cultivating. Grandpa's stepping out for a bit."
With that, the Angel Douluo vanished from the temple.
Renfeng stood up, trying to follow, but was immediately blocked by a wall of divine angelic energy. He couldn't leave.
Then a voice echoed from the Angel God statue:
[Return and complete my divine trial!!]
The Angel God's voice was filled with irritation—and a hint of regret.
Was ten days too long for him?
He's still just a kid! I should've made it two hours instead!
Outside the Angel Temple.
Angel Douluo walked calmly, one hand behind his back, the other hanging loosely. He arrived in front of a sealed chamber, then lifted a leg—
Bang!
He kicked the door open with force.
Inside the chamber sat the nominal leader of Spirit Hall—
Pope Bibi Dong.