Chapter 11: Not a Gamble, but the Correct Choice That Guarantees a Win [Seeking Follow-up Reads]

"You—you said what?"

Qian Renxue was stunned.

Lin Yu repeated again: "I said, you! Qian Renxue, can become the next Angel God!"

"Come back, Sister Xue'er. Staying there will only delay your path to godhood. Return to the Spirit Hall, and you and I will work hard together to cultivate into gods! Together, we will inherit the God Positions and become powerful deities!"

"When that time comes, with the two of us joining forces and using the power of gods, we can easily overthrow the two great empires of Tiandou and Xingluo, and lead our Spirit Hall to unify the Douluo Continent!"

"Standing proudly at the pinnacle of the Dalu!!"

Lin Yu was not joking; he spoke these words very seriously and solemnly.

As for lurking in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace and seizing imperial power—if Qian Renxue hadn't gone to the Heaven Dou Empire to lurk and had instead stayed home to cultivate, she could have become a god long ago.

And in this world where Spirit Masters are the dominant force, whether it is war or anything else, Spirit Masters are the primary core strength.

Don't look at the Heaven Dou Empire's million-strong army as being so impressive; in front of a god, they would be beaten into a disorganized rout.

The value of cultivating a god is far greater than the value of possessing a million-strong army.

In the original work, the later stages basically relied on those Title Douluo big shots and those gods—whoever could beat whom, whoever was more badass.

Whichever side's god won, that side basically won.

The contest and maneuvering of top-tier powerhouses almost determined the outcome of a war.

Therefore, absolute power is the key to deciding victory or defeat!

As long as he and Qian Renxue cultivate into gods, they can easily lead the Spirit Hall to unify the Douluo Continent.

Although Lin Yu had many ways to ensure that Qian Renxue's infiltration plan in this life would no longer fail.

Simply getting rid of Dugu Bo would mean she would almost certainly not fail.

But there was absolutely no need for that; rather than letting Qian Renxue waste time there, it would be better for her to return early, become a god as soon as possible, and launch the war to secure the victory.

Even if Qian Renxue only became a god five years early, that group of people around Tang San wouldn't be able to stop her in the slightest.

What's more, with Lin Yu in the Spirit Hall in this life, he didn't even need to specifically go and kill that little punk; he just needed to take the Immortal Herb resources and not let Xiao Wu sacrifice herself for Tang San.

These two points alone were enough to ensure that Tang San's growth speed could never catch up to the Spirit Hall's pace of unifying the Dalu.

And as a member of the Angel Clan, in this life, Lin Yu would naturally help the Spirit Hall complete the great cause of unifying the Dalu.

"I—I can become the Angel God?"

Looking at Lin Yu's firm gaze and such passionate rhetoric, Qian Renxue almost believed it.

She laughed at herself and said: "Our Six-Winged Angel Clan has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Apart from the Angel God of that year, none of our Qian family ancestors have ever opened the Angel Nine Trials, and none have ever inherited the God Position of the Angel God!"

"I, Qian Renxue, consider my talent to be powerful, but I am not so arrogant as to think that I can definitely obtain the inheritance of the Angel God."

Her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, was such a formidable figure, yet he was only a Great Elder with the Eight Trials. Could she, Qian Renxue, really do it?

"What if I tell you that you definitely can?"

Qian Renxue smiled: "Definitely can? Your intuition? What proof do you have? Or are you saying those gods who passed things on to you told you that the Angel God wants to pass the God Position to me?"

"I don't know how to explain it to you; just treat it as me having the ability to foresee the future. In short, I can be one hundred percent certain that you can become the successor of the Angel God."

"You..."

"Why is he so certain?"

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, looking at Lin Yu's firm, confident gaze that lacked even the slightest bit of wavering or doubt.

It was as if there was a kind of magic that made her truly believe it was real.

For the first time, Qian Renxue seriously considered this question: Can I really do it?

For the first time, she had fantasies and yearnings about becoming the Angel God.

And she also had a greater desire to abandon the infiltration plan and stay in the Spirit Hall!

A crazy thought kept surging in her mind.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, as if she had made a certain decision: "Fine! Then I'll take a gamble and trust you once!"

The trials of the Angel God can only be conducted once one reaches the age of 18; this is a rule set by the predecessors of the Six-Winged Angel Clan.

Qian Renxue could already imagine that if she used the reason of being able to become the Angel God to abandon the infiltration plan and return.

She would inevitably be subjected to questioning and verbal bombardment from many high-level officials.

What was even more uncomfortable was.

If she didn't get the Angel Nine Trials when she turned 18, she would lose all face, and it would make her feel like she could never hold her head up in the Spirit Hall again.

Therefore, this decision put immense pressure on Qian Renxue.

But Lin Yu's firm words made her heart feel much more settled. Lin Yu said: "You're wrong; it's not a gamble, but the correct choice that guarantees a win."

"Why can he be so confident?"

Qian Renxue muttered in her heart, then said with a serious expression: "I have made this decision, but do not tell anyone yet, including my grandfather."

"I still need to go back once to finish off the Second Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, and then turn my identity as the First Prince, Xue Qinghe, into a dead end to escape by faking my death."

There are four princes in Tiandou.

The First Prince, Xue Qinghe, is proficient in both literature and martial arts, but only proficient—nothing particularly outstanding.

The Second Prince, Xue Luochuan, is extremely intelligent and is a major threat.

The Third Prince, Xue Wu, has courage but no strategy, though his talent as a Spirit Master is extremely high.

The Fourth Prince, Xue Beng, is still young.

Qian Renxue has currently already finished off the First Prince, Xue Qinghe, and has disguised herself as him; she also successfully finished off the Third Prince, Xue Wu.

The Second Prince, Xue Luochuan, has not yet been dealt with.

The Second Prince poses the greatest threat to Qian Renxue; if she doesn't finish him off, she might run into trouble when she tries to fake the death of Xue Qinghe to escape.

Lin Yu asked: "About how much time will it take?"

"It depends on the situation, about a year."

"Alright, I might also head near Tiandou City at that time; if the timing is right, we can even return together."

Qian Renxue asked with some curiosity, "What are you going to Tiandou City for?"

"It's a secret."

"Tch, fine, don't tell me then. Time to sleep."

The next day, early morning.

Lin Yu had already grown accustomed to waking up promptly at seven o'clock, and he saw a letter placed on the table.

Opening it, he saw it was left by Qian Renxue.

Inside, it read: By the time you see this letter, I will have already left. You must cultivate diligently over the next year; in one year, I will return to check if you have made any progress.

Don't be as vulnerable and unable to take a beating then as you are now.

"One year later, huh..."

"Heh." Lin Yu chuckled in his heart and tucked the letter away.

He continued with his cultivation.

Next, Lin Yu would receive the rotating guidance and training from the Seven Great Elders: Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile, Qingluan, Xiong Shi, Guangling, Qianjun, and Jiangmo.

This was simply a top-tier group of mentors!

They were all earnest, sparing no effort to impart everything they knew, allowing Lin Yu to grow rapidly day by day.

Time flew by, passing in a hurry, in the blink of an eye.

One year later!

(End of this chapter)