Chapter 17

Facing Qian Daoliu's angry questioning, Qianxunji took a deep breath, and a calm voice sounded:

Father, although I have lost the divine inheritance that came with my six-winged angel martial soul, I have forever lost the qualification to become an Angel God.

But have you ever considered why I cannot surpass the Angel God?

In his previous life, Qianxunji was an orphan; now, having transmigrated into Qianxunji, seeing Qian Daoliu care for him so much, his heart also began to accept Qian Daoliu as his father.

Thus, he also called Qian Daoliu 'father' for the first time.

Boom!

Hearing Qianxunji's ambitious words, Qian Daoliu felt as if a huge hammer had struck his brain, a violent shock.

All along, his greatest wish has been to break through level 100, inherit the divine position, and become an Angel God.

Or, to cultivate his son Qianxunji into an Angel God.

But he had never thought of surpassing the Angel God.

Because, the six-winged angel martial soul of the Qian family inherently carries a divine position, making it easier to become an Angel God than to become any other god.

If even the Angel God cannot be reached, then naturally one cannot become any other god, for that would be even more difficult.

Thus, hearing Qianxunji's words, Qian Daoliu's heart was stirred with great waves.

He could not imagine that the son who always obeyed him and dared not defy him would today defy him for a woman who had transformed from a spirit beast, and now even say he wants to become an existence surpassing the Angel God.

Qian Daoliu felt relieved, relieved that his son had such a bold ideal.

But ideals are plentiful, reality is stark.

He knew Qianxunji's talent; although it could be considered genius on the whole continent, it was still slightly inferior to his own.

Since even he himself cannot break through level 100 to become an Angel God, Qianxunji has little hope, let alone becoming a god even stronger than the Angel God.

So, after Qian Daoliu's heart stirred a bit, he immediately calmed down, his deep gaze fixed on Qianxunji, and he admonished:

I know your talent, and you don't even have a hundred-thousand-year soul ring—how can you talk about becoming that terrifying existence surpassing the Angel God?

"I can!" Qianxunji could not reveal the existence of the system; that was his foundation, and he would tell no one.

Thus, he merely met Qian Daoliu's deep gaze with sharp eyes and uttered a single 'I can.'

"You cannot!" Qian Daoliu shouted again loudly.

This statement not only said that Qianxunji cannot, but also implied that he himself cannot.

As one of the continent's scattered Ultimate Douluo, standing at the pinnacle of the continent yet unable to become a god—how pitiful, how lamentable!

At this moment, Ju Dou Luo saw His Holiness the Pope rendered speechless by the reprimand, and thus nervously said:

"Grand Elder, actually… actually His Holiness the Pope possesses a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!"

"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?" Qian Daoliu murmured, his deep eyes suddenly filling with killing intent as he glared at Ju Dou Luo and said:

"I have watched him grow up; I would know whether he has a hundred-thousand-year soul ring. You dare to spout nonsense right under my nose—it seems you're tired of living."

"If that's the case, then you shall pay the price."

As his words fell, Qian Daoliu's hand erupted with a gripping golden light, and he struck a palm toward Ju Dou Luo's head.

Seeing this, Ju Dou Luo dared not even dodge, for he knew that if he dodged once, death would be certain.

But now, if he sought help from His Holiness the Pope, there would still be a sliver of hope.

Thinking of this, Ju Dou Luo's body trembled, his wronged and fearful gaze turned toward Qianxunji, and he cried out urgently:

"His Holiness the Pope, save me!"

"Damn!"

Qianxunji looked at Ju Dou Luo's fearful eyes, which carried a hint of grievance, and very much wanted to personally slap him to death.

"Ma de, I'm as straight as an arrow!"

However, thinking that Ju Dou Luo had spoken up to help him and thus suffered this ordeal—truly loyal and steadfast—he then said:

"I have a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!"

"Huh?" Qian Daoliu grunted, the palm he had raised toward Ju Dou Luo suddenly halted, the golden light on his hand vanished, and he questioned doubtfully:

"You say you have a hundred-thousand-year soul ring?"

Qianxunji remained silent; his soul power stirred, and nine soul rings appeared one after another around his body.

When the red soul ring representing a hundred-thousand-year ring appeared, Qian Daoliu's expression changed, becoming astonished and incredulous.

Qian Daoliu, excited, took a few quick steps to stand before Qianxunji, his large hand caressing the external hundred-thousand-year soul ring on Qianxunji's body, and he exclaimed excitedly:

"I remember your first soul ring was only a few hundred years; how did it become a hundred-thousand-year ring?"

Qianxunji certainly would not say it was a system reward, so he said:

"This happened when my martial soul evolved; for some reason, my first soul ring directly turned into a hundred-thousand-year ring."

"Moreover, I have discovered that my second and third soul rings, and those thereafter, can also be changed."

Qianxunji thought that he would later be rewarded with another hundred-thousand-year soul ring, even a million-year one; anyway, Qian Daoliu would find out later, so he simply attributed it to his martial soul's mutation and said it outright.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's eyes filled with shock, his tall body trembling violently.

Beside them, Ju Dou Luo and Gui Douluo watched Qian Daoliu's reaction; it was the first time they had seen him so agitated.

However, they thought it understandable, for the Pope's martial soul after mutation was so miraculous that anyone would be shocked.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qianxunji, patted his shoulders with both hands, and said excitedly:

"Ji'er, well done."

At this moment, Qian Daoliu began to have a little belief in Qianxunji's words just spoken, believing that he would later become an existence surpassing the Angel God.

However, it was only a slight belief, for he knew this was too difficult, harder than ascending to heaven.

Thinking that Qianxunji's soul rings could change, Qian Daoliu's gaze fell once more upon A Yin, killing intent permeating his body as he coldly said:

"Since your soul rings can change, why not kill her outright and then obtain another hundred-thousand-year soul ring?"

A Yin looked at Qian Daoliu, his whole body bristling with killing intent; she shrank her body further into Qianxunji's embrace, her eyes full of terror.

This human, why does he keep staring at her without letting go? Either not kill her, or still kill her!

Qianxunji felt A Yin's delicate body trembling slightly in his embrace, and he said gently:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Mm." A Yin nodded slightly, feeling Qianxunji's voice very warm, his embrace very safe.

Then, Qianxunji's sharp eyes stared at Qian Daoliu, and he said:

"I've said it before, A Yin is my woman; no one can kill her, including... you!"

Qianxunji's sharp eyes tightly stared at Qian Daoliu, and Qian Daoliu's deep eyes stared at Qianxunji.

"Hahaha... hahaha!"

Suddenly, Qian Daoliu burst into loud laughter, his big hand heavily patting Qianxunji's shoulder, with a joyful expression he said:

"Good, a true man ought to be like this, fearless of heaven and earth, fearless of anyone!"

Having said that, Qian Daoliu's body burst forth with a golden light; the golden light flashed, and his body shot up into the sky instantly, disappearing.

Qianxunji watched Qian Daoliu's figure disappear, and he let out a sigh of relief.

He feared that Qian Daoliu would strike directly and kill A Yin, after all, his current strength is still no match for Qian Daoliu.

However, Qianxunji stroked A Yin's blue long hair.

After he obtains A Yin and receives the system's reward.

In the near future, his strength will be completely unafraid of Qian Daoliu, and will soon surpass him.

Thinking of this, Qianxunji put his arms around A Yin's slender waist, smiled and said:

"A Yin, Brother Ji will take you to the Mishi to play!"

Upon hearing that, A Yin felt a bad premonition surge.

She thought it might be a bloody calamity...

(End of chapter)