Father and Daughter Reunite
Qian Xunji extended his hand to lead the way, heading towards the Douluo Hall Papal Palace.
Xia Yang followed.
"I wonder what title Mister Xia intends to bestow?"
Qian Xunji asked questions as she walked.
"Sea God."
Xia Yang replied.
"Sea God?"
Qian Xunji suddenly stopped and turned to look at Xia Yang.
"What is wrong, Your Pope?"
Xia Yang remained calm.
"I never expected... you to be a Divine Examiner."
Qian Xunji's tone betrayed her inner turmoil.
If Xia Yang were just an ordinary Titled Douluo, even if his Soul Power were higher, he could still comfort himself that he had misjudged him back then and shouldn't have separated him from Bibi Dong.
Upon learning that Xia Yang had obtained the qualification to Sea God Inheritance's legacy, Qian Xunji felt a surge of intense resentment and jealousy.
How could someone with a Wasted Martial Soul gain the favor of a god?
Despite being a descendant of Angel God, he couldn't even reach level ninety-nine...
Qian Xunji's hands clenched slightly within her sleeves, but she tried her best to maintain a calm expression.
"Pope Holiness, shall we register at the Douluo Hall first?"
Xia Yang, seemingly oblivious to his emotions, spoke up to remind him.
"... good."
Qian Xunji took a deep breath and continued walking forward.
The group headed towards the Douluo Hall, and no one spoke along the way; the atmosphere was so quiet and somewhat oppressive.
The Douluo Hall stands majestically and solemnly beside the Papal Palace, symbolizing the Spirit Hall's highest respect for Titled Douluo.
Upon entering the hall, an ancient and profound atmosphere immediately greets you, with the surrounding walls engraved with the names and deeds of Titled Douluo throughout history.
Qian Xunji to the registration table in the center, took out a specially made soul guidance scroll, unfolded it, looked at Xia Yang, and introduced, "Mister Xia, please release your Soul Power, inject it into the scroll, and recite the title."
"The Soul Tool will record this and present it before the Angel God Statue."
Xia Yang stepped forward as instructed, gently pressing the scroll with his right hand, and his powerful Soul Power slowly flowed in.
At the same time, he clearly uttered two words:
"Sea God."
The scroll suddenly emitted a deep blue light, within which seemed to surge the phantom of ocean waves, a light that lingered for Jiujiu.
This strange phenomenon startled Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo who were standing nearby.
Qian Xunji stared intently at the shimmering light and shadow on the waves, his gaze growing increasingly profound.
As the light faded, he put the scroll away, his tone returning to its usual calm and composed manner.
"Account suspension registration complete."
"One month from now, the Spirit Hall will hold Title Douluo Ceremony for you, and will invite Various Factions over the continent to attend."
"Please stay in the city for the next month, Mister Xia. I will arrange accommodations for you."
"Thank you for your Pope."
Xia Yang nodded slightly.
"In addition."
Qian Xunji casually mentioned, "Bibi Dong is currently in seclusion trying to break through a bottleneck, so she probably won't be able to attend the ceremony."
"If Mister Xia wishes to see her, he may have to wait a while."
Xia Yang's eyes flickered slightly, then he smiled calmly and said, "It's alright, cultivation is the most important thing."
After leaving the Douluo Hall, Xia Yang was placed in a separate courtyard within the inner hall of Spirit City.
The courtyard was quiet and elegantly furnished, showing that it had been carefully prepared.
After the attendants withdrew, Xia Yang sat alone in the courtyard, gazing towards the direction of the Papal Palace with a distant look in his eyes.
He knew in his heart that Qian Xunji must be feeling very unsettled at this moment.
The appearance of the Divine Examiner is enough to disrupt the existing power structure on the continent.
The title "Sea God" is a silent declaration.
As night deepened, the lights of Spirit City flickered.
This sacred place in the hearts of Soul Master across the continent seems to be stirring with undercurrents due to the return of an old friend.
In the distance, on the terrace of the highest floor of the Papal Palace, Qian Xunji stood leaning against the railing, also gazing in the direction of Xia Yang's courtyard.
The moonlight shone on his magnificent Pope Robe, but it could not illuminate the gloom churning in his eyes.
"Sea God..."
He repeated those two words in a low voice, the phantom of the Six-Winged Angel behind him appearing and disappearing, its holiness tinged with a chilling coldness.
The grand ceremony a month from now may just be the true beginning of everything.
In the days that followed, Xia Yang waited patiently in the courtyard arranged by the Spirit Hall.
News of his Title Douluo Ceremony quickly spread throughout the mainland.
The Spirit Hall officially announced that Title Douluo Ceremony will be held for Xia Yang one month from now, and Various Factions will be invited to attend.
The birth of a newly Titled Douluo is a major event in itself, let alone when this Douluo is the king of the Vast Sea Kingdom.
Moreover, it has a complex relationship with the Spirit Hall, and for a time, undercurrents were surging throughout the continent, with Various Factions speculating about the meaning behind this grand ceremony.
That morning, Xia Yang sat quietly in the courtyard, adjusting his breathing, as usual.
"Bang bang bang--"
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the courtyard gate.
"Please come in, the door is unlocked."
Xia Yang opened his eyes and spoke.
The door opened, and two girls, about eleven or twelve years old, walked in.
A person dressed in a plain white dress, with a somewhat flamboyant and lively expression in their eyes.
The other person was dressed in black, with a reserved demeanor, and kept his head slightly lowered. He was being led by the wrist by the girl in white, and appeared somewhat restrained.
Who are you?
Xia Yang looked at the two unfamiliar girls in front of him and asked with a hint of doubt.
"My name is Qian Renxue, and she is my good friend, Ye Guyi."
The girl in white spoke with grace and poise, her voice clear and melodious.
Qian Renxue? Xia Yang's heart stirred.
The girl before him was far removed from the deep and reserved "Xue Qinghe" of the original work. It seemed that the course of history had already been altered by his appearance. This Qian Renxue was not the same as that Qian Renxue, which made sense.
"What do you need me for?"
Xia Yang asked in a gentle tone.
Despite his grudge against Qian Xunji, he wouldn't go so far as to make things difficult for a little girl.
"I'm fine. Actually, it's my good friend who wants to see you."
As Qian Renxue spoke, she gently pushed the girl in black forward half a step.
She has something she wants to tell you.
Xia Yang's gaze fell on the girl named Ye Guyi.
She kept her head down, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands.
Qian Renxue leaned closer and added in a low voice, "Her mother is Bibi Dong."
Xia Yang was suddenly startled, his gaze fixed on Ye Guyi, a vague guess rising in his mind.
"You... you could be...?"
His voice trembled almost imperceptibly.
"Yes, she is your daughter."
Qian Renxue simply spoke up for her friend.
Ye Guyi slowly raised her head, revealing a delicate yet nervous face. Her lips moved a few times before she finally whispered, "Father... Father."
"Why!"
Xia Yang stepped forward and gently placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders, a surge of indescribable excitement welling up in his heart.
Over the years, he was completely unaware that he had a daughter, let alone how much Bibi Dong had endured alone.
"Then I won't bother you anymore, you two can talk it out."
Seeing this, Qian Renxue smiled, turned around, and quickly left.
After she went out, she carefully closed the courtyard gate gently.
The courtyard fell silent as the father and daughter stood facing each other, both feeling somewhat lost.
After a moment, Xia Yang spoke gently, "Could you tell me about it..."