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Chapter 2 Uncle, then aren't you the worst of the worst?
I'm speechless. I just can't get past the previous chapter.
He was thrown into jail.
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Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.
"Still no trace of the Holy Son?"
The guard before the palace knelt on one knee, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead: "Reporting to the High Priest, I am incompetent and have yet to find any trace of the Holy Son..."
Qian Daoliu waved his hand, and the guards retreated as if they had been granted a pardon.
He stood alone beneath the enormous angel statue, looking up at the outstretched wings of the sculpture with a complex expression.
It's been more than half a year.
For more than half a year, I haven't seen that little guy Bai Yaoyue.
Although they knew that the child possessed divine blood and had considerable strength, even a titled Douluo wouldn't dare claim to escape unscathed from a place like the Star Dou Great Forest.
What if we encounter some ferocious beast? What if something unexpected happens?
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, forcing himself not to think about those things.
Just then, an aura that was all too familiar appeared outside the hall without warning.
The aura was pure and warm, like the rising sun breaking through the clouds, carrying an indescribable holiness and light.
Qian Daoliu suddenly turned around.
The palace doors were pushed open, and a blond-haired boy strode in.
The boy wore a white robe with gold trim, and the eight wings of light behind him were slightly folded. The sun gem on his crown emitted a soft light.
The crown was perched crookedly on his head, almost falling off, clearly because he hadn't had time to fix it after running all the way back.
Even so, the boy remained holy and flawless, like a messenger from the divine kingdom descending to earth.
"grandfather!"
Bai Yaoyue skipped and hopped in, her smile as bright as a blooming sunflower.
Qian Daoliu quickly stepped forward, grabbed his shoulder, and looked him up and down carefully.
His arms and legs were still there, his face hadn't lost weight, and there were no obvious external injuries on his body.
The Grand Master finally breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense for more than half a year, finally settled down.
Then, his movements froze.
Under the power of his soul, the boy's cultivation level was clearly presented before him—
Level 76.
A full seventy-six levels!
Qian Daoliu's pupils dilated slightly, and his voice trembled: "Yao'er, you...you've already obtained your seventh spirit ring?"
"That's right!" Bai Yaoyue grinned, took a half step back, and spread her arms.
The spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, slowly rotating in circles.
Black, black, black, black, black—
Six spirit rings appeared one after another, their light intertwining.
Immediately afterwards, the seventh soul ring rose up.
It was an intensely red color, carrying the unique pressure and spirituality of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, slowly flowing around Bai Yaoyue.
One hundred thousand years.
Red, a 100,000-year soul ring.
Qian Daoliu's voice completely changed: "A...a hundred thousand-year soul ring?!"
Bai Yaoyue nodded vigorously, her eyes full of pride: "I encountered an eight-winged Radiant Tiger deep in the Star Dou Great Forest, with a cultivation of 100,000 years. I defeated it, and it willingly offered itself as a sacrifice to me."
Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Level 76.
The seventh spirit ring is 100,000 years old.
He stared blankly at the blond youth before him—his face was pure and flawless, his eight wings of light trembled slightly, and the jewels on his crown shone like the sun.
And the luminous power that flowed naturally from his body was so pure it seemed otherworldly.
It is purer than the Angelic Martial Soul.
More sacred.
Even more dazzling.
That is not the light of the mortal world.
That is the light of the Son of God.
Qian Daoliu's eyes reddened slightly, and the next moment, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.
"Good! Good! Good!"
He said "good" three times in a row, each word resounding with pride and satisfaction.
"Truly worthy of being my grandson! Truly worthy of being the son of God descended to earth!"
Bai Yaoyue beamed with joy at his praise, puffing out her chest and holding her chin high: "Of course!"
After laughing enough, Qian Daoliu finally calmed down his agitated emotions.
He reached out to straighten Bai Yaoyue's crooked crown, then patted his shoulder, his tone softening: "Now that you're back, go see your senior sister first. That girl has been nagging me every day for the past six months, insisting on going to find her junior brother."
Bai Yaoyue's smile froze instantly.
My brain started to throb slightly.
He remembered his senior sister's purple eyes, the strength with which she hugged him, the way she seemed to want to meld him into her very bones, and the image of her sneaking into his room while he slept, rolling around in her blankets...
He nodded silently, retrieved his spirit ring and spirit bone, and turned to walk out.
Qian Daoliu watched his retreating figure, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
O Son of God.
Their Spirit Hall has truly found a true Son of God.
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#In the pavilion of Wuhun City.
Holding a thick stack of manuscripts, Yu Xiaogang stood beside the stone table, his voice passionate and his expression intense.
"There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters—this is the core theory I have devoted myself to researching for many years. The quality of a martial spirit is certainly important..."
Bibi Dong sat on the stone bench opposite.
Her long orange hair reached her waist, shimmering softly in the sunlight.
Today she wore a fitted purple dress with delicate gold thread embroidery on the hem.
The upper body was fitted tightly, creating a full curve at the chest, and the slender waist was so thin it could be encircled with one hand, while long, shapely calves were revealed beneath the skirt.
She rested her chin on one hand, while absentmindedly fiddling with the petals in the vase on the table with the other.
Her purple eyes were slightly vacant, her gaze unfocused as it fell into the distance.
She wasn't listening to Yu Xiaogang's nonsense at all.
When will my junior brother be back?
It's been more than half a year.
I miss my junior brother so much.
I think of the sun-like scent he exudes.
It was warm and clean, like a cotton quilt that had been thoroughly dried in the sun.
I think of his soft cheeks; every time I pinch them, it feels like squeezing a ball of cotton candy.
I imagine his soft little hands, held in my palm, so small and warm.
Last night... she secretly went to her junior's room again.
She rolled around in bed with his blanket all night.
He buried his face deep in the water and took a deep breath.
It's warm.
Clean.
Like the sun.
Her face flushed involuntarily, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.
I plucked the petals off one by one and arranged them on the table to form a crooked little figure—that little figure had eight wings.
"Your Highness? Your Highness?"
Yu Xiaogang's voice pulled her back to reality from her fantasy.
He looked at Bibi Dong with a puzzled expression, wondering why the saintess had suddenly blushed.
Is it because the weather is too hot?
Or are you feeling unwell?
Bibi Dong came to her senses, the blush on her face not yet completely gone.
She gave a soft "hmm" in response.
Yu Xiaogang was a little displeased when he saw that she was distracted again, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.
He cleared his throat, reopened the manuscript, and continued his eloquent speech.
"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. There is a strict time limit for absorbing soul rings. Soul rings that exceed the body's capacity will not only fail to bring benefits, but will also—"
"Then why aren't you even level 30?"
A clear voice came from outside the pavilion, interrupting Yu Xiaogang's long speech.
"Is it because you didn't try hard enough, or because you're incapable?"
Bibi Dong's purple eyes suddenly lit up, like two stars that had suddenly been lit.
This sound—
Junior brother!
Yu Xiaogang's voice abruptly stopped.
His face turned ashen instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head.
Who?
Who is so bold?
Dare to say this about Yu Xiaogang—
He turned his head sharply, trying to see who it was.
However, before he could see anything clearly, a purple afterimage flashed before his eyes.
The saintess in front of them had vanished.
next second.
Bibi Dong rushed to the blond boy outside the pavilion, pulled him into her arms, and held him tightly.
"Junior brother!"
She spun him around three times, her skirt billowing, her long orange hair drawing a graceful arc in the air.
Then she lowered her head, buried her nose in his hair, and took a deep, greedy breath.
"It still smells like sunshine... warm and clean..."
Her face began to flush again, and her breathing became rapid.
His hands and feet became restless, groping Bai Yaoyue's body as if trying to confirm that he was real and not just a dream.
Bai Yaoyue was being rubbed and twisted so much that her crown, which she had just managed to straighten, was now tilted to one side again.
"Senior sister! I can't breathe! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
"don't want."
Bibi Dong didn't let go; instead, she hugged him even tighter.
She pressed her cheek against his and began rubbing her face against his.
Rub it hard.
They frantically rubbed against it.
He looked like a cat that had just encountered catnip, completely unable to control himself.
She nuzzled her nose against his neck and took another deep breath.
The taste of my junior brother.
The smell of sunshine.
Her breathing became more and more rapid, her face flushed as if she had a fever, and she clung to him like a little girl hugging her favorite doll, refusing to let go.
"I miss you so much, Senior Sister... It's been almost half a year... Junior Brother, have you missed me?"
"Yes—yes—put me down first—"
"I won't let go."
Bibi Dong lifted him up a bit, changing him to a more comfortable position to hold him.
A hand silently slipped inside his collar and touched his back.
Bai Yaoyue shuddered, her fur standing on end like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Senior sister! Hand! Hand!"
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Bibi Dong looked innocent, blinked her purple eyes twice, but didn't take her hand out.
Bai Yaoyue slumped in her arms like a cat being forcibly hugged, utterly despondent.
Yu Xiaogang stood there, finally able to see who it was.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
White Moon.
Why is this guy back?
Wasn't it said that he disappeared for more than half a year and his fate was unknown?
Yu Xiaogang's face was extremely pale, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the manuscript.
It was so hard... so hard to wait until this kid wasn't in Wuhun City.
He meticulously prepared this theory, hoping to take advantage of the situation and establish his image in front of Bibi Dong.
As long as Bibi Dong is appeased, resources, secret techniques, and status will be yours—
Everything that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had taken from him could be obtained from the Spirit Hall.
He was kicked out of his family and had nothing; he needed a stepping stone.
The Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall was the stepping stone he chose.
But now...
Of all times, this kid came back at this exact moment.
With just one sentence, she made him lose face.
Bai Yaoyue peeked out from behind Bibi Dong's shoulder, her azure eyes filled with a hint of indifference as she looked at Yu Xiaogang.
"Uncle."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.
"Since you have a useless martial soul and your strength is so poor, according to your own words—there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."
He tilted his head, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealing a half-smile.
"Then aren't you—the worst of the worst?"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned from ashen to a deep liver color.
His lips trembled, and his hands gripped the manuscript tightly, crumpling the paper.
"You—what did you say—" His voice trembled, and his chest heaved violently.
Bai Yaoyue gave him no chance to catch his breath.
"I heard that you were arrogant and domineering in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan before you even awakened your martial soul. You bullied your peers everywhere because you were the son of the sect leader."
After awakening, your martial soul mutated into Luo Sanpao, and it consumed most of your father's cultivation resources to help you improve.
"And the result?"
"Level 22."
"Because your father gave the resources to you, his cultivation speed is much slower than that of his uncles and elders of the same generation."
"And you? You can't even reach level 30."
Her azure eyes stared directly at Yu Xiaogang, showing no sign of backing down.
"So tell me—is it that you didn't try hard enough, or that you're simply incapable?"
Yu Xiaogang swayed, as if he had been hit in the chest with a heavy hammer.
His eyes began to redden, and his breathing became heavy and disordered.
"You—what do you know—"
"My martial soul has mutated! It's Luo Sanpao! It's a mutated martial soul! Not a useless martial soul! Do you know how difficult it is to cultivate a mutated martial soul? Do you know how much I've endured—"
"A mutated martial soul?"
Bai Yaoyue interrupted him.
"Becoming weaker is also called mutation. When others mutate, they become stronger; when you mutate, you become useless."
"He even gave himself the name Luo Sanpao (meaning 'Luo the Three-Cannon'). Does giving him a name change the fact that he's useless?"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, he was panting heavily, and he looked like a madman as he stared intently at Bai Yaoyue.
"You—you—"