"Mom, Sister."
Qian Renjue looked at the mother and daughter before him, his face filled with warmth.
"Jue, how did it go? Did you succeed?"
Bibidong stood to the left, holding Qian Renjue's arm, her delicate face tilted upwards, full of concern.
Qian Renxue was on the right, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"What's Jue's level now? Has his cultivation surpassed mine?"
"I am now a level seventy-five Soul Saint."
Qian Renjue looked at the two women surrounding him, his voice gentle.
"That's great!"
Bibidong was overjoyed.
She tiptoed and gave him a gentle kiss on his handsome face.
"Hmph! He really surpassed me."
Qian Renxue snorted twice, but her eyes were also filled with joy.
From that terrifying level increase, she could understand that her good little brother must have obtained a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
Qian Renjue held both women's jade hands.
Smiling, he said, "In the future, after I use my martial soul, I will no longer treat Mom and Sister coldly."
"Hmm?"
Qian Renxue and Bibidong were stunned at the same time.
Then their eyes filled with surprise.
"So, Jue no longer has any after-effects after using his martial soul?!"
"Well, there are still some when the martial soul is initially activated."
Qian Renjue nodded.
After breaking through to Soul Saint, his control over his talent domain and martial soul had greatly improved.
He could restrain his power well and not be disturbed.
But he was helpless when he had to use it.
"It doesn't matter, as long as Jue doesn't scold me or make us unhappy."
Qian Renxue squinted her eyes.
This was already a big improvement, after all, she was the victim!
"Xue'er is right."
Bibidong nodded gently.
She didn't want to see that familiar yet strange face either.
"Alright, Jue."
Bibidong fiddled with his golden hair and instructed:
"Go take a hot bath first, and after Nana comes back, we'll have dinner."
"Okay."
"Well, Mom will get you some clothes."
"Thank you, Mom."
Bibidong pulled Qian Renjue towards the bedroom.
"Jue, I'll comb your hair and dry it later as a reward for surpassing me!"
Qian Renxue shouted, her words teasing.
Holy fire appeared in her hand as she chased after Qian Renjue.
"Xue'er, don't make trouble, don't set the house on fire."
"Yes, Sister, don't make trouble, I don't want to be bald, it's not good-looking."
"It's okay, Mom and Sister don't mind you."
"Actually... if you really become bald, Mom would still mind a little."
"..."
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After breaking through to Soul Saint.
Qian Renjue went to the Papal Hall for two days as acting Pope, as a rest.
After dealing with the previously accumulated official duties.
He placed the crown back on Bibidong's head.
Gloriously stepping down.
The warm sun hung high, and a warm breeze brushed over the mountaintop.
Qian Renxue and her younger brother were following Qian Daoliu towards the Douluo Hall on the summit.
Located on the back of the Hall of Worship, at the highest point of the mountain.
It had the imposing manner of 'I will climb the summit and look out over all mountains'.
Compared to the Papal Hall, the Douluo Hall was slightly smaller.
But inside this palace, the titles of all titled Douluos were enshrined.
It was the supreme hall for soul masters.
Even the Pope could only enter during the annual sacrifices.
Legend has it that the Douluo Hall appeared even before the Spirit Hall.
The earliest Spirit Hall.
Was established in the name of worshipping the Douluo Hall.
Gathering a group of powerful soul masters who revered the Douluo Hall.
The Douluo Hall had a hall master.
Enshrining all the Douluo gold plaques here.
And Qian Daoliu was the contemporary Douluo Hall Master, who could enter and exit freely.
Above the mountain peak.
Qian Daoliu was dressed in full attire, obviously paying great attention to this day.
Qian Renxue and Qian Renjue's clothing were equally gorgeous.
Inlaid with gemstones, luxurious and solemn.
The ancient and heavy hall door opened, and the figures of the grandfather and grandchildren stepped inside.
In the Douluo Hall, there were no gorgeous decorations.
The whole was built of simple rock.
On those simple rocks, there was a layer of faint golden light.
Filled with some kind of strange energy.
The power of faith.
Except for the direction of the hall door, the other three high walls of the Douluo Hall were enshrined with many golden square plaques.
Each plaque was about half a meter high and one foot wide.
There were three or four large characters on it.
Looking around, the number of golden plaques on the three walls added up to no less than several hundred.
Each plaque here.
Symbolized the titled Douluos who had obtained titles after the Douluo Hall was built.
Qian Renjue saw on one of the walls.
The gold plaque belonging to Qian Xunji.
The siblings paused slightly, their eyes focused on the gold plaque.
"Keep up."
Qian Daoliu's voice was solemn and majestic.
Qian Renjue and Qian Renxue held hands and continued to follow behind.
In front, in the very center of the Douluo Hall.
Stood a statue.
A ten-meter-high, golden statue.
Three pairs of wings spread out behind it, and a huge golden sword was raised high in its hand, pointing straight at the sky.
The most peculiar thing was.
Around the golden sword, there seemed to be faint golden flames swirling.
There were similar statues in the Hall of Worship and the Hall of Elders.
But compared to the one in front of him.
This one was more vivid, sacred, and carried an aura of supreme power, as if it possessed a soul.
The titles of hundreds of titled Douluos around it.
Were peacefully sleeping under its supreme aura.
Qian Renxue looked up at the angel statue.
Her eyes were filled with emotion.
The reborn angel god would once again accept the test of the angel god.
The difference from the last time was.
She had a young man by her side who looked more like an angel than she did.
She had received all the love around her, becoming stronger and more determined!
This time, she no longer needed Qian Daoliu's help.
She would become the most perfect angel!
Dancing with Rakshasa.
Qian Renxue squeezed the warmth in her hand, her blue-purple eyes full of confidence.
She looked gently at Qian Renjue beside her.
And at this moment.
Qian Renjue was also looking at the six-winged angel statue.
The [Divine Oracle Reverse Mark] on his brow flickered, spying on the divine power within.
The system's voice made Qian Renjue's eyes instantly turn cold.
[Detected a large amount of angel divine power, do you want to consume 30,000 points to devour and transform it!]
[Detected a part of the angel divine thought, do you want to consume 2,000 points to steal it!]
[Detected a trace of Poseidon's divine power, do you want to consume 800 points to devour and transform it!]
[Detected a wisp of Poseidon's divine thought, do you want to consume 2,000 points to steal it!]
[Note: Poseidon's divine thought is suppressing the angel's divine thought!]
Golden light surged.
Qian Daoliu stood below the huge six-winged angel.
The surrounding golden light obviously became stronger, especially that statue.
A huge golden sword spewed out more than a zhang of light and flame.
Making the entire Douluo Hall full of indescribable sacred aura.
"Xue'er, kneel down."
A majestic and calm voice echoed in the Douluo Hall.
Qian Renxue let go of his hand, stepped forward on her memories, and knelt down on both knees.
Golden hair scattered behind her, falling to her waist.
Her hands made a strange gesture in front of her chest.
Thumbs interlocked, index fingers touching, and the other six fingers spread out to both sides.
It looked like a six-winged angel spreading its wings.
Her delicate face was full of reverence.
Her eyes closed.
A faint golden halo began to appear on her body.
Qian Daoliu's eyes showed satisfaction, and he was about to raise his hand to invite the angel's brilliance when.
A ray of blood bloomed on Qian Renjue's brow!
Wishing everyone a happy life!
