Seeking a Suitable Match

In this life, Qian Xunji's Martial Soul had not only evolved into a Twelve-Winged Original Sin Fallen Angel, but he had also reached the level of a rank 93 powerhouse.

Furthermore, the Grand Elder Qian Daoliu and the various elders of the Elder Hall had all experienced a massive surge in strength after splitting the immortal herbs.

With a lineup like this, let alone capturing Tang Hao and Ah Yin, they could easily flatten the mountain stronghold of the Clear Sky Sect.

However...

Qian Xunji slapped his forehead as his memories of the original work finally collided with the current timeline in his mind.

It was currently the year 2605 of the Douluo Calendar.

According to the timeline, the future Sun-Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, was only just turning eighteen and was likely still cultivating bitterly on the Clear Sky Sect's mountain.

As for the hundred-thousand-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin... let alone taking human form and falling in love, she was likely still just a soul beast in the Blue Silver Forest.

Just as Qian Xunji was calculating where to go next to stir up trouble and earn subversion points since the Ah Yin plotline was currently a dead end, the door to his imperial bedchamber was pushed open without warning.

In this Martial Soul Hall, there was only one person who would dare to enter the Pope's bedchamber without knocking.

"Ji'er, not asleep yet?"

At this moment, Qian Daoliu's face was ruddy, and a smile he couldn't suppress hung at the corners of his mouth.

"Father, why are you here? It's so late, shouldn't you be resting? Have you finished absorbing and consolidating the immortal herb I chose for you?" Qian Xunji stood up and poured the old man a cup of tea.

"Absorbed, all absorbed. It's not just me; your uncles have also truly experienced a second spring this time."

Qian Daoliu took the teacup, took a satisfied sip, and sat down on the sofa with a sigh of deep emotion.

"Ji'er, I came to see you today because I want to have a heart-to-heart with you."

Qian Daoliu looked at his son with eyes full of gratification and pride.

"These past two days, I have been truly happy. Not only did our Martial Soul Hall stumble upon a windfall of wealth that could rival a nation, but our old brothers have all broken through collectively, doubling their strength."

"Most importantly, you have even awakened a Martial Soul that surpasses the God Ancestor..."

Qian Daoliu sighed, his tone carrying a hint of relief.

"I am old, and the desire to fight and kill to dominate the continent has long since faded. In this life, I have been loyal to the God Ancestor and have contributed what little I could to the Martial Soul Hall."

"I used to worry about the petty affairs of the Upper Three Sects every day, but now..."

Qian Daoliu patted Qian Xunji on the shoulder.

"Now, the future of the Martial Soul Hall and the empire of this continent are yours to command. From now on, I will sit in the Elder Hall and guard our home base for you. Do whatever you want, go all out; if the sky falls, your old man and your uncles will hold it up."

Listening to this heartfelt "abdication" speech from Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji was genuinely moved. Regardless of the controversies surrounding the man, he had been nothing but a devoted father to him.

"Rest assured, Father. In my hands, the Martial Soul Hall will surely last for ten thousand generations." Qian Xunji nodded solemnly.

"Mm, I have absolute confidence in your capability now. However..."

Qian Daoliu's tone suddenly shifted. "You can conquer the world, but you still need to carry on the family line, don't you?"

"Huh?" Qian Xunji was stunned. Wasn't this a bit of a leap in topics?

"Huh what?" Qian Daoliu glared at him, his mustache twitching. "You're thirty-four this year! Thirty-four! In an ordinary soul master's family, a child at your age would already be running around and hunting for their first soul ring. Look at you—you don't even have a shadow of a Pope's consort."

Qian Daoliu grew more agitated as he spoke.

"I'm old, and I don't want to fight for the world anymore; I just want to hold a grandson. Especially now that your bloodline has evolved—this is a heaven-defying gene that surpasses the Angel God. If you don't hurry up and find a partner with good fertility and high talent to pass this bloodline down, and if your wife is talented enough, your child might even inherit the God Ancestor's divine position."

For a moment, Qian Xunji couldn't refute him and could only nod repeatedly. "Yes, yes, Father is right. I will put it on the agenda immediately and produce a healthy grandson for you as soon as possible..."

"That's more like it." Qian Daoliu snorted. "Don't try to brush me off. I'm giving you one year to bring someone back to Martial Soul City. If I don't see a daughter-in-law by then, I'll have your uncles drag one back for you."

With that, Qian Daoliu walked out with his hands behind his back, feeling satisfied, leaving Qian Xunji standing there in a daze.

Thirty-four... an aging bachelor being pressured to marry?

Just as Qian Xunji was rubbing his temples and complaining, a crisp "ding" sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host is facing a 'Succession Crisis'. Triggering subversion mission: Seek a Suitable Match.]

[Mission Content: To ensure the perfect inheritance of the host's super-god-level bloodline, please find a high-quality partner as soon as possible.]

[Task Reward: Random rewards will be issued based on the host's final choice of partner's aptitude, the degree of deviation from the original plot, and the depth of the bond.]

Looking at the task prompt on the system panel, Qian Xunji drew a sharp breath.

Good heavens, even the system is urging him to get married?

And this reward mechanism is quite stimulating; the higher the quality of the wife found and the greater the subversion of the original plot, the more perverse the rewards? With no upper limit?

If I find a God King-level partner, wouldn't the system go bankrupt on the spot? Qian Xunji grumbled inwardly, but he immediately straightened his attitude.

Since the old man wants a grandson and the system has issued a task, he really should give this matter some serious thought.

Qian Xunji walked to his desk, spread out a piece of parchment, and began frantically filtering through the high-quality single women currently on the Douluo Continent in his mind.

"First, she must have high talent and strong power, otherwise she won't be able to withstand the bloodline of my Twelve-Winged Original Sin Fallen Angel.

Second, her history must be clean; it's best if she hasn't been contaminated by those disgusting romantic subplots from the original story.

Finally, she at least shouldn't be a lunatic."

Qian Xunji stroked his chin and picked up his pen to write the first name on the paper:

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit, Ah Rou.

"Hmm... a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, her talent is barely passable, and having transformed and started over, she counts as a mature woman." Qian Xunji pondered for a moment, but soon drew a large red cross over the name "Ah Rou" with a heavy hand.

"No, no, rabbits are too outrageous; they can have several litters a year. If there's a genetic mutation and she gives birth to a litter of white-furred rabbits running around the Pope Hall, Qian Daoliu would probably be so angry he'd draw his sword on the spot. Plus, bringing along that drag-along Xiao Wu is too much trouble. Next."

Qian Xunji shook his head and wrote down the second name: Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena.

"This dragon's talent is absolutely the ceiling of the entire continent. Her God King-level genes would be a perfect match for my bloodline."

But immediately after, Qian Xunji shook his head with a bitter smile.

The idea is plump, but reality is skeletal. At this moment, the Silver Dragon King is still lingering in the Lake of Life, nursing her wounds.

To marry her, one would not only have to take on the responsibilities of the soul beasts, but she might not even be willing. It's too difficult to initiate...

"Sea God Island, Bo Saixi?"

This thought popped into Qian Xunji's mind, and he immediately felt a chill, quickly crossing it out.

That was the first love over whom the old man and Tang Chen fought for affection. If he brought her back to the Martial Soul Hall, wouldn't that turn into a family ethics drama? The generational confusion would make even a dog shake its head.

As candidates were rejected one by one, Qian Xunji stared at the blank parchment, his brows tightly locked.

Among human soul masters, aside from the older generation, there is simply no one in the younger generation with suitable talent.

Finding someone whose status, talent, and background all fit perfectly is just too hard...

Bibi Dong had already been packed up and sold to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect by him, and as for the others from the Four Single-Attribute Clans, they were even less worth considering.

Qian Xunji's fingers tapped unconsciously on the desktop.

Suddenly, his movements came to a sharp halt, as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind.

The Far North!

There, he had a candidate who met all his criteria.

"The leader of the Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Far North, with seven hundred thousand years of cultivation, the Heavenly Snow Woman—Snow Empress!"