Asura God Inheritance, Returning to Spirit Hall

Pei An withdrew his gaze.

No matter what, the Asura God did not seem to harbor any conspiratorial intentions. That was ultimately a good thing for him.

Grasping the hilt of the Asura Demon Sword, Pei An calmed his mind and focused his consciousness.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes.

The Asura Demon Sword had not responded to him. It seemed the recognition had failed.

He simply did not know whether it was because he did not meet the Asura God's requirements, or because he already possessed the God of Life's inheritance.

If it was the former, then the Asura God's standards were far too stringent...

If the Asura God in the God Realm knew what he was thinking, he would surely have wanted to weep without tears.

It was not that he failed to meet the requirements—he fit them too well!

It was the Goddess of Life and that pure Power of Judgment within his body that would not allow it!

Pei An was not particularly disappointed. He had expected this outcome in the first place; he had merely been trying it out.

"Dong'er, you try."

Pei An handed the Asura Demon Sword to her.

Bibi Dong took the Asura Demon Sword and nodded slightly. Calming her mind, she poured her power into it.

A faint blood-red glow emerged along the blade of the Asura Demon Sword.

A dark-red mark slowly appeared on Bibi Dong's smooth, fair forehead.

It was a miniature version of the Asura Demon Sword in her hand.

God Realm

A faint smile appeared on the Asura God's usually stern face.

The Goddess of Life would not let him touch Pei An, so he would not.

Although Bibi Dong's talent was somewhat inferior to Pei An's, she was still among the very best.

Moreover, her relationship with Pei An was clearly far from ordinary. Once they ascended to the God Realm, they could look after each other, so he would not have to worry too much about his inheritor meeting with an accident after he left the God Realm.

Furthermore, Bibi Dong also possessed Divine Slaughter's Domain, fulfilling the requirements for him to bestow his inheritance. It did not count as breaking the rules.

As for Tang Chen's inheritance, he had naturally been the one to sever it.

If he did not sever it, how could he pass the inheritance on to someone else?

As for what happened to Tang Chen, the Asura God did not care.

Although Tang Chen's failure in the trial and his current state involved the Rakshasa God, his unstable resolve was still his own responsibility.

Tang Chen's talent was not bad, and he met the requirements, but that was all. He was not worth the Asura God's particular concern.

If it had been Pei An, the Asura God would have exploited even the slightest loophole in the rules to eliminate the Rakshasa God's influence.

Besides, severing the inheritance himself had actually saved Tang Chen's life.

After all, that kid had probably just been thinking about how to kill Tang Chen and sever the inheritance.

Having bestowed the inheritance, the Asura God left in satisfaction.

Inside the Hall of Slaughter

When the King of Slaughter saw Bibi Dong's transformation, his eyes filled with envy.

Was this the advantage of humans?

The Divine Inheritance he had longed for so desperately had come to Bibi Dong so easily.

"How was it?" Pei An stepped before Bibi Dong and asked softly.

After absorbing the additional information in her mind, Bibi Dong opened her eyes, unable to suppress the excitement on her pretty face.

She threw herself into Pei An's arms, her red lips lightly touching his cheek. Her eyes curved with delight as she said excitedly, "A'an, I succeeded!"

After learning that Pei An had inherited a divine position, Bibi Dong had been sincerely happy for him, but she had also felt a constant sense of urgency.

Although Pei An had told her that he could bring her into the God Realm, Bibi Dong did not want to remain a mere ornament forever.

Yet Divine Inheritance was inherently intangible and elusive, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Now that she had obtained a Divine Inheritance, and one from a god on the same level as Pei An's, that feeling finally disappeared.

She did not care about anything else. It was only because she could see the hope of standing beside A'an in the future that she was so excited.

"Congratulations." Pei An patted the soft body in his arms and congratulated her with a smile.

Although Bibi Dong wanted to continue acting spoiled in Pei An's embrace, the King of Slaughter was still standing nearby like a third wheel, so she could only abandon the thought.

Leaving Pei An's arms, Bibi Dong held the Asura Demon Sword and quietly stood to one side.

The slender beauty paired with the blood-colored greatsword gave off a strange sort of aesthetic beauty.

Pei An did not have many demands of the King of Slaughter.

He only needed to manage the City of Slaughter properly and allow it to continue serving as a distinct kind of refuge for evil.

Under the King of Slaughter's relieved gaze, the two left the City of Slaughter.

This time, they would not be coming back for another surprise attack.

Three days later

Two figures appeared before Spirit Hall's main headquarters.

"Greetings, Pope and Lady Bibi Dong!"

The Holy Knights responsible for guarding the gate hurriedly bowed respectfully upon seeing them, their voices respectful yet carrying a hint of excitement.

Pei An nodded slightly in response and led Bibi Dong toward the Pope's Palace.

With their speed, they should have returned two days earlier.

However, Pei An had accompanied Bibi Dong for a bit of sightseeing outside, delaying them somewhat.

The two had spent half a year in the City of Slaughter, a place filled with nothing but bloodshed and killing. Returning to normal human society now gave them the feeling that a lifetime had passed.

They arrived at the Pope's Palace and made their way to the Pope's Office.

After lightly knocking on the door, they heard Golden Crocodile Douluo's somewhat impatient voice from within. "Enter!"

Pei An pushed the door open with a smile. "What is it, Teacher? Why are you in such a bad mood? Did someone in the hall make you angry?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had been bent over his paperwork, instantly lifted his head.

The moment he saw Pei An enter, he immediately rose to his feet.

Golden Crocodile Douluo strode forward, raised a hand, and gave Pei An a hard knock on the forehead.

In all of Spirit Hall, he was the only one who dared treat Pei An like this.

Pei An was not angry. He merely smiled and rubbed his head. "What is it, Teacher? Why are you so fired up?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at this student whom he regarded as his own child. The concern in his eyes turned to relief, then dissatisfaction.

"Isn't it all because of you, you little brat? You're still squeezing work out of these old bones of mine."

Pei An smiled awkwardly and did not dare reply.

During the half year he and Bibi Dong had gone to the City of Slaughter, all of Spirit Hall's affairs that had originally belonged to the Pope had been handled by Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had been leisurely enjoying life in the Worship Hall, had been forcibly made to experience what working again felt like.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was the sort of person who had no complaints if you asked him to fight. Even at his age, he was still the same.

But asking him to handle this sort of thing truly gave him a terrible headache.

Golden Crocodile Douluo had sought out Qian Daoliu, hoping that the former Pope before the former Pope would return to his old profession.

But Qian Daoliu had no desire to keep working, naturally finding every excuse to refuse.

Fortunately, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Lingyuan Douluo had helped out, making things a little easier for Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Otherwise, at his pace, he would have spent every day doing nothing but processing documents.

Even so, half a year of work had left Golden Crocodile Douluo deeply displeased.

That was why he had been so full of complaints upon seeing Pei An return.

"Teacher, the capable must work harder. Your student had no choice—I only trust Teacher."

As he spoke, Pei An reached out and gently massaged Golden Crocodile Douluo's shoulders.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was very susceptible to this tactic of Pei An's, and much of the dissatisfaction in his heart faded.