If You Inherit My Godhood, I Might Marry You

While Qian Daoliu and the Angel God were stunned into silence by Ye Qing's words, the negotiations outside had reached a critical juncture.

Sea Dragon Douluo took a deep breath, his gaze sharp as he looked at the Qian Xunji opposite him, his tone resolute and leaving no room for negotiation: "Your Excellency Pope, let us put an end to this talk of a marriage alliance. Do not bring it up again."

Qian Xunji seemed to have anticipated this refusal, so upon hearing the answer, there was no sign of anger on his face.

Instead, he composedly picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam, and countered: "Oh? And why is that? This Seat believes that in terms of identity, status, or talent and future, my Xue'er and your God Child are a match made in heaven. Unless... you intend for him to remain unmarried for life, who else's daughter could be more worthy of him than my Xue'er?"

At this point, he set down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and a golden light flashed in his eyes as he hinted and reminded: "Sea Dragon, you and I are both sensible men. Once the matter of the Clear Sky Sect is settled, the entire continent will know that my Martial Soul Hall and Sea God Island are allied. With this momentum, if we could take it a step further and forge a marital bond to firmly tie our relations, would that not be a benefit to both sides with no drawbacks?"

He, Qian Xunji, might not be as talented as Qian Daoliu or Qian Renxue, or even Tang Hao and Bibi Dong, but when it came to vision and strategy, he considered himself second to none.

Because anyone who was not blind or foolish could see just how much the Sea God valued Ye Qing.

To have even bestowed the divine artifact, the Sea God Trident, as a protective measure in advance—what kind of resolve was that?

Furthermore, now even the Angel God seemed to look upon him with favor.

This meant that as long as Ye Qing did not perish prematurely, his future ascension to godhood was practically a certainty.

When that time came, Qian Renxue, as the legal wife of a deity, and the Martial Soul Hall behind her, would reap immeasurable benefits.

One must know that the reason Martial Soul Hall could develop so rapidly and become the force most feared by the two great empires and the Upper Three Sects was precisely because of its reputation as the force inheriting the Angel God's legacy.

Coupled with the fact that at that time, the Angel God had purged the Evil Soul Masters, their faith and fortune were at their absolute peak.

This was much like the Shrek Academy that won in the original timeline.

Yet, when Martial Soul Hall was in power, the Douluo Continent was far better off than under Shrek Academy.

Not to mention the people living in peace and prosperity without worry for food or clothing, at the very least, they did not have to fret over awakening their martial souls, nor did they have to fear the scourge of Evil Soul Masters.

There is a saying that goes: Martial Soul Hall is forever the strictest father to the Evil Soul Masters and the Holy Spirit Cult.

Sea Dragon Douluo's expression remained calm, unmoved by the blueprint Qian Xunji had painted; he merely shook his head slowly: "Your Excellency Pope, what you say may be reasonable. But the problem is, this matter is not for me to decide."

He looked at Qian Xunji, his gaze open and direct: "Although I am the Second Worship of Sea God Island and hold some authority, the future of the God Child Ye Qing, especially his marriage, is absolutely not something I can interfere with. This concerns the Sea God's inheritance; only the Grand Pontiff Bo Saixi has the qualification to give it slight consideration under the will of the Sea God. Although you are the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, your status is similar to mine. Because only your hall's Grand Pontiff, Qian Daoliu, is the one who can truly represent the will of the Angel God and decide the fate of the successor. You should understand this principle better than I do."

Qian Xunji fell silent upon hearing this.

He rubbed the rim of his teacup, his eyes flickering. Sea Dragon Douluo's words had awakened him.

Indeed, a marriage alliance involving the future of two divine successors was certainly not something that he and Sea Dragon, as mere executors, could finalize.

It required individuals of sufficient weight to negotiate on behalf of the divine will of both sides.

Bo Saixi...

Qian Daoliu...

Only these two, both ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo and human representatives of their respective deities, had the qualification to sit down and truly discuss a divine-level marriage alliance that could alter the future landscape of the continent.

Having realized this, although Qian Xunji felt a faint regret, he knew it could not be rushed.

He reined in his previous eagerness, regained the composure of a Pope, and nodded: "You are right; I was too impatient. This matter does indeed require long-term deliberation and should be decided by the two Grand Pontiffs."

He said no more, casting his gaze back toward the depths of the Douluo Hall, waiting alongside Sea Dragon Douluo for the outcome within.

Yet at this moment, beyond his curiosity regarding the Angel God summoning Ye Qing, his heart held a deeper contemplation of certain future possibilities.

Inside the Angel Secret Realm.

The silence, enough to freeze the soul of any mortal, lasted for about three or four breaths.

Standing before Ye Qing, the Angel God's exquisite face slowly shed its initial stiffness.

She was not as furious as Qian Daoliu had anticipated, nor did she feel offended.

Instead, in those brilliant golden eyes, a genuine and unmistakable smile began to ripple outward.

This smile grew more intense, eventually turning into a soft, low chuckle, which then developed into a bright and radiant expression, a captivating smile that seemed to brighten the entire secret realm.

The two who witnessed this:

Ye Qing: "???"

Qian Daoliu: "!!!"

Ye Qing's heart skipped a beat, his small face turning slightly pale.

It's over, it's over. Did I speak too quickly just now?

That is a god!

And I actually told her that her being my wife wouldn't be appropriate?

Although her wanting to gift me a wife was also absurd, was my reaction even more absurd?

She wouldn't be laughing out of extreme anger, preparing to slap me, this loose-lipped brat, to death, would she?

One must know, this is the Angel Secret Realm, her own territory; even the Sea God would have no qualification or ability to intervene.

Of course, that possibility is still quite small; after all, the Angel God still wants me to be her successor.

Unless she is having her period, which has clouded her judgment, otherwise, killing Qian Daoliu to vent her anger would be more likely than killing me.

Not only him, but even Qian Daoliu felt the same.

Seeing the Angel God's reaction, he felt his brain was on the verge of overloading.

A single, absurd, scalp-tingling thought was spiraling frantically through his mind: what if...

He meant, what if...

What if the Angel God hadn't been joking or speaking metaphorically, but actually meant exactly what she said...

And what if that kid Ye Qing, in a moment of madness, actually agreed...

Then how were they, the inheritors, descendants, and believers of the Angel God, supposed to address Ye Qing in the future?

Should they call him... God-Husband?

Or... Ancestor?

This relationship was too messy!

Messier than the factional struggles of the God Realm!

Just as the two of them were experiencing such turbulent inner turmoil that they were nearly suffocating, the Angel God's melodious voice rang out once more, breaking the frozen atmosphere with a tone that was unprecedented, perhaps even tender: "Little one, you've misunderstood. When I said I would give myself to you, I didn't mean it in that way."

Having said that, she paused slightly, then continued with a smile under their anxious and fearful gazes:

"However..."

"If you are willing to abandon the inheritance of the Sea God and choose to inherit my Angel God position..."

She leaned forward slightly, the holy light flowing with her movement, illuminating her exquisite face to make it appear even more divine and dreamlike, her tone carrying a strange, seductive allure:

"Then, once I step down from my divine position and regain my freedom... it wouldn't be impossible for me to marry you."