Angel God King! Tang Sect Orphanage!

Heaven Dou City, Qingfeng Tea House.

Qian Renxue wordlessly sipped her tea, set down the cup, and shot Lin Fan a glare. "You've already subdued the Strength Clan. What else could you possibly need? It's broad daylight—I have a pile of things to do."

Lin Fan crossed one leg over the other and leaned closer with a grin. "Sis, I've got a great idea."

"What idea?" Qian Renxue frowned and shot him an irritated look.

"Do you want to become a god?" Lin Fan lowered his voice, though he could not hide the excitement in his eyes. "What if you can't inherit the Angel God Position? You don't want to spend your whole life as the Angel God's Great Priest, do you?"

Qian Renxue's hand paused slightly. She set down her teacup and asked curiously, "What exactly are you trying to do, brat?"

Lin Fan chuckled and leaned close to Qian Renxue's ear, lowering his voice. "You should establish an orphanage, some kind of welfare organization. If you really don't awaken the Angel Nine Trials and inherit the Angel God Position in the future, you can start gathering faith first."

As a transmigrator, he naturally knew that Qian Renxue would definitely inherit the Angel God Position. But how could he possibly let her settle for being a mere Level One God?

No matter what, she had to try to reach God King level—the Angel God King!

Qian Renxue raised a brow, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes. "Power of Faith?"

"That's right!" Lin Fan snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming. "Inheriting a God Position depends on talent, but the Power of Faith is something you accumulate bit by bit. The Angel God relied on faith to become a god back then. If you start laying the groundwork now, then even if you can't take the God Trial in the end, you'll still have another path."

Qian Renxue lightly tapped the table with her fingertips, deep in thought. "Then what identity should I use? Xue Qinghe's, or Qian Renxue's?"

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth lifted into a confident smile. "Definitely Qian Renxue. When the time comes, you'll be the Ruler of a Fallen Nation. But being a Ruler of a Fallen Nation won't be easy. First, you need to make the Heaven Dou Empire completely collapse in everyone's eyes. Then you, Qian Renxue, can appear as a Savior and turn the tide."

Qian Renxue said, "Brat, are you asking me to be a two-faced person? Squeeze the Heaven Dou Imperial Family dry as Xue Qinghe while harvesting faith in Qian Renxue's name?"

"That's called maximizing resources."

"You can secretly coordinate with the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's power, taking a two-pronged approach. I'll have Spirit Hall establish Relief Stations across the land. They'll be charities in name, but in reality, they'll be paving the way for you."

"The Relief Stations can hand out porridge and grain, helping displaced commoners and letting them feel warmth and hope. Once the people spread word of it, your reputation will naturally spread among the populace."

"Do the people care whether the emperor's surname is Xue or Qian? They only recognize whoever can keep them alive!"

Qian Renxue frowned slightly. After pondering for a moment, she said, "The plan seems viable, but it won't be easy to carry out. The Heaven Dou Imperial Family is already a tangled mess internally. If I want to cooperate in secret, one careless move could expose me."

Lin Fan waved a hand, utterly unconcerned. "Sis, don't worry. With me here, I won't let you fall into danger. Those people in the Heaven Dou Imperial Family are nothing but paper tigers."

"You only need to appear as Qian Renxue at the critical moment and show them both overwhelming strength and a compassionate heart. Those people will surely be deeply grateful to you, and the Power of Faith will continuously gather around you."

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes and lightly traced a circle along the rim of her teacup with one fingertip. "Tch, you really are devious. But I like it."

Lin Fan grinned, casually grabbed a pastry from the table, and stuffed it into his mouth. "Call the orphanage Tang Sect Orphanage. The rest is up to you."

"Why Tang Sect?" Qian Renxue raised a brow.

"Because I want to. Don't ask." Lin Fan chewed the pastry indistinctly and poured himself another cup of tea.

He would claim the Tang Sect name in advance—and make it an orphanage, no less.

Three days later, Spirit City, Papal Palace.

"Teacher, why did you call me back?" Lin Fan pushed open the door with a baffled expression and casually swiped an apple from the table to take a bite.

Bibi Dong sat in the high seat, lightly tapping the armrest with her fingers as her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Oh? Then why don't you tell me what this 'Tang Sect Orphanage' is supposed to mean?"

Lin Fan nearly choked on his apple. "Cough, cough... Teacher, is your information network really that well-connected?"

"Spirit Hall's intelligence network isn't just for show." Bibi Dong sneered. "What are you planning by having Qian Renxue establish Tang Sect Orphanage?"

"You've misunderstood!" Lin Fan looked utterly innocent. "I simply thought Tang Sect sounded nice, was easy to remember, and was suitable for spreading faith..."

After hearing Lin Fan's explanation, Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction. "Your intentions are good. But your recent moves have been too conspicuous. Someone in the Heaven Dou Imperial Family has already grown suspicious."

Bibi Dong did not believe Qian Renxue could gather faith, become a god, and surpass her just to disgust her. Could gathering faith to become a god possibly be faster than inheriting a God Position herself?

Didn't both the Angel God and the Sea God spend a thousand years gathering faith before becoming gods and attaining Level One God Positions?

Lin Fan shrugged. "What's there to fear? Her acting is first-rate, and Xue Qinghe's persona is rock-solid..."

"There's another reason I called you back this time..." Bibi Dong rubbed her brow, a rare trace of exhaustion in her voice. "The Rakshasa Nine Trials have now reached the seventh trial, and the Rakshasa God's Will is affecting me more and more seriously..."

"So I need your Ultimate Sacred Attribute to help stabilize my mental state..."

Lin Fan nearly sprayed apple pulp everywhere. "What? Is that even right? I'm a level 48 Peak Douluo, and you want me to help a level 98 Peak Douluo?"

He wiped his mouth, his face plainly saying, "Are you kidding me?"

"Teacher, you can't be joking, right? Why don't you go find the Grand Priest? Isn't he the professional for this?"

"If that old bastard could help me, I would have gone to him long ago." Bibi Dong sneered. "Besides, your sacred attribute is second only to Qian Daoliu's among those I've seen. Even Qian Renxue has to step aside."

So the two of you fought for half your lives, yet at the critical moment, you still need a tool person like me?

But all he could do aloud was admit defeat. "Fine, fine. But let's make this clear first: if you lose control and slap me into a pancake, then even as a ghost, I'll haunt your dreams every day just to disgust you..."

Then Bibi Dong brought Lin Fan to the Pope's private Secret Chamber.

The moment he entered, Lin Fan could not help complaining. "Isn't this place way too creepy? There are spider webs all over the walls... Damn it, why is there even a Soul Devouring Spider here?!"

"Shut up." Bibi Dong kicked him into the middle. "Sit down. We're starting."

Lin Fan looked utterly despairing. "Teacher, if I die here, you really will become all alone..."

Bibi Dong was annoyed by his antics and directly shot him a murderous glare. "Sit cross-legged and circulate your Soul Power."

Lin Fan did not dare fool around anymore. He hurriedly sat cross-legged. Though he was unwilling a thousand times over, he still began circulating his Soul Power.

Sacred Power slowly flowed into Bibi Dong's body. Her complexion shifted from pale to flushed, and she seemed to have been given a second spring.