Father and Daughter Reunited (Continued)

As a priest, his duties were not heavy—after all, there were countless priests in the Divine Realm, and for a "veteran newcomer" like him who had ascended from the mortal world, being able to secure a leisurely position was already thanks to his granddaughter.

Although Qian Renxue didn't say it aloud, she secretly made arrangements for him, so that this former angel worshipper wouldn't have to be as humble and busy as those low-ranking priests.

He was happy to have some free time.

Every day I watch the clouds, admire the flowers, and occasionally have tea with my old comrades who have ascended from the lower realms, chatting about the changes in the lower realms.

Only occasionally would he think of that rebellious son— Qian Xunji!

The name circled in his mind several times, finally turning into a faint sigh.

The time flow in the Douluo Continent and the Divine Realm is vastly different.

He was only in the Divine Realm for a few decades, but ten thousand years had passed in the mortal realm.

For so long, there has still been no news of Qian Xunji becoming a god and ascending to Qian Xunji.

That rebellious son... is probably really dead.

He failed the divine exam, his lifespan ended, and he died in some unknown corner.

Qian Daoliu couldn't explain how he felt.

There was sadness, after all, he was his only son.

Qian Daoliu picked up his teacup, took a sip of the spiritual tea, a specialty of the Divine Realm, and decided to stop thinking about that awful name.

Then he looked up.

The teacup slipped from his hand, smashed on the ground, and shattered into pieces, splashing spiritual tea all over his robe.

At the end of the corridor, in the brightest sunlight, a figure was walking towards him at a leisurely pace.

blond.

Golden eyes.

That face was exactly the same as it had been ten thousand years ago; even the smile on his lips, which Qian Daoliu found extremely irritating, hadn't changed.

Qian Daoliu felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and he felt as if he were nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Qian Xunji.

Qian Xunji!

The rebellious son he thought was long dead was now alive and well, swaggering along the corridors of the Divine Realm, heading towards him!

To Qian Daoliu, this situation was no less than seeing a ghost.

"You... you..." Qian Daoliu pointed at the approaching figure, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, his face visibly paling. "You... are you a human or a ghost?!"

Qian Xunji stopped three steps away from him, tilted her head, as if she didn't quite understand the question.

"Ghost?"

He looked down at himself, then raised his hand and waved it in the sunlight—sunlight filtered through his fingers, casting a clear shadow on the ground.

"There are shadows." He stated the fact, his tone as flat as if discussing the weather. "The ghosts of the Divine Realm ... can cast shadows?"

Qian Daoliu subconsciously looked down at the ground.

There is indeed a shadow.

His heart had barely settled down when it suddenly jumped again—wait! What is the Divine Realm?

Where did this ghost come from! Even if there were ghosts, how could they possibly enter the Divine Realm!

"You're not dead?!" Qian Daoliu's voice changed, filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of relief he himself didn't want to admit...

Qian Xunji looked at his old man's multicolored face, and his emotions, which had not fluctuated for a long time, suddenly became inexplicably pleasant.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." He smiled slightly. "You're doing quite well."

"Then why did you only come up now?!" Qian Daoliu thousand years! A full ten thousand years have passed in the lower realm! Even if you had to crawl, you should have climbed up by now!"

"Oh," Qian Xunji replied casually, raising his hand to brush off non-existent dust from his sleeve. "Something came up on the way, I was delayed."

"Delayed?!" Qian Daoliu felt like he was dreaming; otherwise, how could such an absurd conversation occur? "The momentous matter of becoming a god and ascending to immortality is being delayed?!"

"Um."

Qian Xunji's attitude was outrageously nonchalant, as if becoming a god was nothing more than going out for a stroll, a trivial matter for him.

"I went to a few places," he continued, his tone casual, "The Shu Mountain Tang Sect, took a stroll around. Back now. Oh, and I also went to the underground of Spirit City..."

He paused, as if recalling some insignificant detail.

I just grabbed something.

Qian Daoliu no longer knew what expression to wear.

He stood there blankly, looking at the unfilial son before him—the unfilial son he thought was long dead but who had suddenly appeared alive—a thousand words welled up in his heart, but he couldn't utter a single one.

"You..." he struggled to find his voice, "What have you been doing all these years?"

Qian Xunji looked at him, sunlight falling on his golden eyes, revealing no emotion.

"Living," he said.

Just two words.

Qian Daoliu silent.

He suddenly realized that he had never understood this son.

That was true before, and it's even more so now.

"Oh, right." Qian Xunji seemed to remember something, his gaze sweeping over Qian Daoliu, "How are you feeling?"

Qian Daoliu was taken aback. "... It's alright. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Qian Xunji withdrew his gaze. "Just checking, so you don't die again after I leave, and Xiao Xue has to go through the trouble of reviving you."

"... you!"

Qian Daoliu's face turned pale and then red, and he was choked and speechless.

Qian Xunji had already turned around and walked towards the other end of the corridor.

"Wait, wait!" Qian Daoliu called out to him instinctively, "Where are you going?"

Qian Xunji kept walking, only raising her hand and waving it casually.

"Look around."

The sunlight gilded his silhouette with a faint golden edge, making his blond hair particularly dazzling in the light.

Qian Daoliu watched the receding figure for Jiujiu without saying a word.

a long time.

He looked down at the teacup shattered into pieces on the ground, then looked up in the direction where Qian Xunji had disappeared.

"That damned bastard..."

He muttered a curse under his breath, but a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips without him even noticing.

It's good that you're alive.

It's good that you're alive.

As for the rest...

Who cares?

Anyway, he couldn't control this rebellious son.

Qian Daoliu raised his head again, looking at the eternally bright sky of the Divine Realm.

The sunshine today seems warmer than usual.

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Qian Renxue saw the golden figure in the garden corridor near the central hub of the Divine Realm.

At that moment, she was completely stunned.

Golden hair, a slender back, and that nonchalant gait—even a fleeting glance would not be enough for her to mistake him.

"Father!"

Almost instantly, Qian Renxue transformed into a streak of light, her six angel wings unfolding and then closing behind her, carrying her straight toward that figure.

As soon as Qian Xunji turned around, a soft body bumped into her arms.

"Father! Father! It really is you!"

Qian Renxue's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

She was half a head shorter than Qian Xunji, and at this moment she was hanging on him like a little bird that had finally waited for its master to return.

Qian Xunji looked down at the golden head in her arms, and unusually, did not push it away.

He raised his hand and ruffled her hair, a familiar touch.

"Yes, it's me."

Qian Renxue raised her head, her eyes slightly red, but she smiled brightly.

Sunlight fell on her face, and her father's image was reflected in her purple eyes, sparkling as if they were filled with stars.

"I knew it! I knew you must have something important to do, Father!" She let go of his hand, but still held onto his sleeve, chattering on and on. "Grandpa said you might be dead, but I don't believe it! Father, you're so amazing, how could you die! Something must have been holding you back, right?"

Qian Xunji's lips twitched slightly, but he did not deny it.

"Oh, right!" Qian Renxue seemed to suddenly remember something, and pulled him towards the garden. "Father, you've just arrived in the Divine Realm, there are many things you don't know yet, right? Let me tell you, I'm really amazing here!"

Her tone was filled with undisguised pride, like a child showing off their achievements to their father.

"When I first arrived, that Sea God dared to cause trouble during my divine examination!" She waved her little fist, her eyes sparkling. "I just beat him up! Humph, let him know that Angel God aren't to be trifled with!"

Qian Xunji listened, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"And then?" he asked.

Encouraged, Qian Renxue spoke even more enthusiastically, "Later, that Asura God — the God of Law Enforcement of the Divine Realm, who seemed quite powerful—turns out he was actually a villain! He colluded with Tang San to try and seize the divine status of other god-kings! He even killed the former Godess of Kindness and the Evil God!"

As she spoke, she became excited. "Father, do you know how I found out? Tang San revealed it before he died! It was a huge scene; all the God Kings were there, and the God of Destruction defeated the Asura God on the spot!"