A Heart-to-Heart Across Ten Thousand Years

"You two amuse yourselves for a while. There are spare rooms on the second and third floors. Don't go to the fourth floor or the basement; they're dangerous."

Back at his manor, Su Tianxuan cleared out a few rooms for Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi to stay in for the time being.

He lived in the house alone, so there were plenty of spare rooms, but they hadn't been cleaned in a long time and needed a good dusting first.

Meanwhile, Mu Ye took the opportunity to whip up a few dishes for everyone.

"Those two aren't from the modern era, are they?"

Zhen Hua found an opportunity to ask Su Tianxuan on the sly.

It wasn't hard to guess.

The two women knew nothing about things that were commonplace in modern times, yet they knew about Spirit Hall and Slaughter City from twenty thousand years ago.

More importantly, they were following Su Tianxuan, a quasi-god who played with time. It was hard not to suspect they were from ancient times.

"Why do you care so much? Go hammer some iron."

Su Tianxuan didn't care if others found out.

With his strength and status, there were many things he didn't need to conceal or hide.

So what if someone guessed? Would anyone dare interfere?

Wouldn't they have to obediently cooperate with him anyway?

The corner of Zhen Hua's mouth twitched.

Well, in that case, they most likely were.

Resurrecting two people from ancient times? What on earth was Time Douluo trying to do?

He pondered it for a while, then suddenly thought of something.

Twenty thousand years ago, Spirit Hall had possessed the Angel God's inheritance.

And the two ancient girls' Martial Souls were angels too.

After the Three Gods War, the Angel God's Divine Seat had shattered, effectively leaving it behind on Douluo Continent.

Now, Su Tianxuan's sole pursuit was to become a god.

In that case...

He wants to become the Angel God!

Flawless reasoning!

I'm a genius!

At that thought, Zhen Hua excitedly slapped his thigh.

Su Tianxuan glanced at him suspiciously. He had no idea what the Divine Craftsman, whose brain wasn't quite right after being struck by lightning every day, was thinking.

But who cared? He might as well just toss him back to Heaven Dou.

Returning to the living room, Su Tianxuan said to Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi:

"I'll be back later. Go ahead and eat without me. Don't go out on your own, and don't go to the basement or the fourth floor."

He switched on the news broadcast.

He wanted to find something for the two angels to watch, so they wouldn't start fighting again.

The Soul Tool Screen showed reports on the Holy Spirit Cult's attack and the reconstruction work after the disaster.

It was Qian Renxue's first time seeing a Soul Tool like this.

She felt she ought to have been excited and surprised. If she could take this thing back to the past, she could learn about major events throughout the world while sitting at home.

But looking at the ruins on the screen, she couldn't bring herself to feel happy.

"Does this happen often?"

"You'll get used to it."

With that, Su Tianxuan left with Zhen Hua and Mu Ye.

Only Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi, two angels who didn't belong to this era, remained in the enormous house.

Ye Guyi said nothing and didn't look at Qian Renxue. She simply ate in silence.

For some reason, the atmosphere in the room suddenly grew a little awkward.

Qian Renxue bit her lip lightly and opened her mouth several times, but she never knew what to say.

After a long while, Ye Guyi suddenly put down her chopsticks and looked calmly at Qian Renxue. In a low voice, she said:

"My father was also an inheritor of the Angel Martial Soul, but in my era, in my country, that wasn't a blessing.

"Having this Martial Soul meant being targeted by Evil Soul Masters. Those madmen could come to our door and kill us at any time.

"So he died, along with my mother, when I was five."

She spoke calmly, as though she were talking about someone else's life, and there wasn't the slightest hint of blame in her words.

But Qian Renxue's heart trembled.

She clenched her fists, not daring to look at Ye Guyi.

"That's not... I'm sorry."

She had meant to say it wasn't her fault, but as soon as the words came out, they turned into an apology.

Ye Guyi sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"Ancestor, I really don't mean to blame you.

"I just wanted to tell you that without Spirit Hall, life has been really hard for our angel lineage. Evil Soul Masters do evil everywhere, and ordinary people don't have it easy either.

"So, Ancestor, could you try a little harder and stop being so love-brained?"

Get lost!

Hearing those words, Qian Renxue's pretty face turned bright red. She wanted nothing more than to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Awkward.

This is way too awkward.

What could be more embarrassing than having my own descendant roast me to my face?

"I didn't! I'm not! Don't listen to that guy's nonsense!"

In her panic, Qian Renxue fired off a triple denial.

This is pure slander!

I won't admit it even if you beat me to death!

Ye Guyi silently raised her Soul Guidance Communicator and opened a webpage.

"Qian Renxue, the Last Angel God, Spirit Hall... was once won over by the Sea God's charm and pursued him desperately, but never won his heart."

It was her encyclopedia entry on the internet.

True or not, it was still a little more credible than the woman herself standing before her.

Seeing it, Qian Renxue instantly turned to stone on the spot, stammering and unable to get a single word out.

Outside the Sky Screen, in the Douluo I era.

Qian Daoliu looked at his embarrassing granddaughter and silently lowered his head.

He felt a little weary.

A pool of blood lay beside him.

This was all that remained of the Fallen Soul Masters.

Perhaps they had gotten carried away watching the Sky Screen. A few bold Fallen Soul Masters had actually come to massacre a small village, declaring that they would follow Tang San's example and destroy Spirit Hall here.

Then Qian Daoliu happened to pass by and gave them a hand.

Already in a bad mood, he reduced those fellows to Blood Mist with a single slap.

"Ahem, thank you for your help, Senior."

A man in his thirties crawled out of the rubble. He had fought those thugs at the risk of his life just now, preventing too many casualties in the village.

"No need for formalities, young man. You did well."

Qian Daoliu pulled him up. Holy Light descended, dispelling the poison and evil Qi in his body. He glanced at the man's cloak and asked, unsurprised:

"You're from Spirit Hall?"

The man nodded.

"My name is Su Yuntao. I'm a Spirit Hall Deacon. I came to perform the Martial Soul Awakening for the village children, but I didn't expect to run into those thugs."

Qian Daoliu looked up at Spirit Hall. Several children were hiding inside, their little heads peeking out curiously as they stole glances at the somewhat bloody scene outside.

There was no fear in their eyes, only gratitude and longing.

Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment. Then the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and much of the hostility he had accumulated from watching the Sky Screen dissipated.

He patted Su Yuntao on the shoulder.

"You did very well. Interested in taking a post in Spirit City?"

Su Yuntao was taken aback and replied somewhat sheepishly:

"Senior, please don't joke with me. I'm only a Soul Elder. How could I possibly qualify to go to Spirit City?"

"Don't underestimate yourself. Not every Soul Master would dare risk their life for a group of ordinary people."

Qian Daoliu shook his head. Seeing that Su Yuntao still looked hesitant, he casually tossed him a Token.

"Take it. Come to Spirit City when you've made up your mind.

"By the way, do you have the Awakening Stone? Give it to me. I'll help the children awaken their Martial Souls."

One look at the pattern on the Token told Su Yuntao that this man had to be an important figure in Spirit Hall. He hurriedly held it back out to him in trepidation.

"My lord, I can't accept this."

"Take it! What kind of man dithers like this? Hurry up and give me the Awakening Stone. The children are still waiting!"

Qian Daoliu's tone changed, taking on some of the oppressive presence of a superior.

He thought Su Tianxuan was right: he really had been too indecisive in the past, so he wanted to try a different way of doing things.