Although Angel Sister, you are very beautiful, we are probably not suitable.

He glared fiercely at Bo Saixi, his deep, sea-blue eyes practically spitting fire as he snarled, "Can't compete? You have to compete even if you can't! If you really can't win..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Bo Saixi's face—a face that remained breathtakingly beautiful even after a century—as an absurd, desperate thought flashed through his mind.

He blurted it out: "If you really can't win, I'll marry you off to him! Use a honey trap! I refuse to believe that old woman, the Angel God, can be more ruthless than me! I won't let her snatch away the successor I've set my sights on!"

Having said this, he seemed irritated by his own outrageous idea, or perhaps simply too lazy to look at Bo Saixi's stunned, blank expression any longer. The divine light around him suddenly retracted, and with a sharp snap, the water curtain shattered, dissolving into specks of blue light.

The Sea God's divine sense had withdrawn, returning to the God Realm to continue sulking over the Angel God Hall.

Inside the Sea God Hall, silence returned.

Bo Saixi stood where she was, frozen for a full ten seconds.

The Sea God's final words echoed in her mind like a thunderclap.

What did he mean... marrying her off to him?

What did he mean by a honey trap?

What was all this nonsense!

She was nearly a hundred years old!

Though her cultivation was profound and her youth preserved, her age was a fact.

How old was that child, Ye Qing?

Six!

He was just a little sprout who had only just awakened his martial soul!

"This... this is simply..."

Bo Saixi raised a hand to her forehead, feeling dizzy and caught between laughter and tears.

Setting aside whether she would be willing, even if she were, Lord Sea God, did you forget to ask for the opinion of the person involved, Ye Qing?

Would that child even agree?

Does he even understand what marriage is?

Besides, she was a woman of nearly a hundred; how could Ye Qing possibly be interested in her?

"He's lost it. Lord Sea God has truly been driven mad by the Angel God..."

Bo Saixi let out a helpless sigh, shaking her head to cast away those chaotic thoughts.

The priority now was not to dwell on this ridiculous proposal, but to figure out exactly what was going on with Ye Qing and Sea Dragon!

She turned and walked out of the Sea God Hall with hurried steps.

Outside the hall, the sun was bright and the sea breeze brushed her face, carrying a salty, damp scent.

In the distance, the sea surface shimmered, appearing calm and peaceful.

Yet, in Bo Saixi's heart, it felt as if a boulder had been dropped into a lake; she could not find peace.

She walked to the edge of the cliff, her beautiful eyes gazing toward the distant continent, as if her vision could pierce through the endless sea to land on that Martial Soul City which made her grit her teeth in frustration.

"Sea—Dragon—"

She parted her red lips, spitting out the two words.

Her voice was soft, yet carried a chilling, teeth-grinding rage.

"You had better give me a perfect, reasonable explanation that can convince me!"

"Otherwise... when you return, I will tie you up and throw you into the deep sea to feed that giant whale!"

At the same time, far away in Martial Soul Hall, Sea Dragon Douluo shivered violently, a chill inexplicably creeping up his back.

He was currently in a quiet courtyard arranged by the Pope Palace, pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, his brows furrowed and his face full of anxiety.

Every so often, he looked up toward the direction of the Douluo Hall.

That was the entrance to the Angel Secret Realm, and Ye Qing and Qian Daoliu had been inside for quite a while.

"Why haven't they come out yet? Could something have happened? That old man Qian Daoliu, he wouldn't do anything to little Qing, would he? No, the Angel God is there... but what if the Angel God..."

All sorts of thoughts raced through his mind, and the more he thought, the more panicked he became.

"Sea Dragon, can you settle down? You're making me dizzy."

Nearby, Pope Qian Xunji sat by a stone table, slowly sipping tea.

He watched Sea Dragon Douluo's restless state with a look of helpless amusement on his face.

Sea Dragon Douluo stopped in his tracks and glared at Qian Xunji irritably: "Settle down? How can I settle down? My God Child is in there; how can I not be worried?"

Qian Xunji set down his teacup and gestured for him to sit: "Your worrying here is useless. Why don't we chat?"

Sea Dragon Douluo hesitated, then sat down opposite Qian Xunji, though his body remained rigid and his face full of wariness: "Chat about what? I don't think we have anything to talk about."

He still remembered the conflict from years ago when Martial Soul Hall attempted to annex Sea God Island.

Qian Xunji didn't mind, personally pouring a cup of hot tea for Sea Dragon Douluo and pushing it toward him, his tone calm: "Don't be so tense. I just wanted to ask, the child inside, his name is Ye Qing, right? I heard he only just awakened his martial soul?"

Sea Dragon Douluo nodded, acknowledging the fact: "That is correct."

This was not much of a secret, so there was no need to conceal it.

Qian Xunji continued: "Come to think of it, I also have a daughter named Qian Renxue. She just awakened her martial soul not long ago; it is a Six-Winged Angel with an Innate Soul Power of level twenty."

Sea Dragon Douluo's eyes flickered, and he offered a sincere compliment: "A Six-Winged Angel with an Innate Soul Power of level twenty... Your daughter's talent is peerless. Martial Soul Hall has a worthy successor. Congratulations, Pope."

Such talent was truly top-tier on the continent, enough to make any faction covet her.

"And then?"

Compliments aside, Sea Dragon Douluo had not forgotten that Qian Xunji would not bring this up without a reason.

A smile appeared on Qian Xunji's face as he leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: "Sea Dragon, look, although Martial Soul Hall and your Sea God Island have had some grievances in the past, there is an old saying: it is better to resolve enmities than to keep them. In this world, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sea Dragon Douluo's internal alarm bells rang, but he remained calm on the surface and nodded: "What you say does have merit."

He wanted to see exactly what kind of medicine Qian Xunji was selling in his gourd.

Seeing that he did not immediately refute him, Qian Xunji's smile deepened as he slowly revealed his plan: "My thought is, since both children are so outstanding and of similar age, why don't we... have our two families form a marriage alliance?"

"A marriage alliance?" Sea Dragon Douluo was stunned.

"Yes, let's arrange a betrothal."

Qian Xunji said with a sincere tone: "When both children grow up, we will have them marry. In this way, Martial Soul Hall and Sea God Island will become in-laws. Past grievances will be wiped clean, and in the future, we will be mutual allies. In this world, what could we not accomplish? This is a matter of great benefit to both the children and our two sides. What do you think?"

Sea Dragon Douluo held his teacup, completely dumbfounded.

He had calculated everything, but he had never expected Qian Xunji to have such an idea!

A marriage alliance?

Arranging a betrothal between the successor of the Sea God and the descendant of Martial Soul Hall?

This... the amount of information was so overwhelming that he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Inside the Angel Secret Realm.

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened sharply, almost suspecting that something was wrong with his ears.

Gift... gift what?

A wife?

Lord Angel God, what are you saying?

Is this something that can be given away so casually?

And to the successor of the Sea God, no less?

Are you trying to go head-to-head with the Sea God?

He subconsciously looked at Ye Qing beside him.

He saw that the child also had a look of utter confusion, his small mouth slightly agape, clearly stunned by this sudden, massive gift.

Ye Qing was indeed bewildered.

He looked at the Angel God before him, whose face was exquisitely beautiful and sacred, then looked down at his own small, undeveloped frame, and a giant question mark slowly emerged in his mind.

"Angel Sister, although you are super beautiful, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to be my wife? I... I am still young."

"..."

"..."

Qian Daoliu turned to stone.

Within the holy light, the playful smile on the Angel God's flawless, beautiful face instantly froze, as if she had been struck by an invisible bolt of divine lightning.

For the first time, a clear emotion called bewilderment appeared in her golden eyes.

The entire Angel Secret Realm fell into a deathly silence.