Angel God: Stay with me, sister, and I can give you big strong sons and obedient daughters in the future.

She seemed to recall some worldly wisdom, her eyes lighting up as she recited with a seductive tone, counting them off like precious treasures:

"I remember a saying in the mortal world, how did it go? Oh, right—three years older, a golden brick in your arms!"

"And, thirty years older, a kingdom gifted to you!"

"Three hundred years older, an immortal pill bestowed upon you!"

The more she spoke, the more enthusiastic she became, counting on her jade-white fingers while looking at Ye Qing with sincere eyes:

"Look, your big sister here is more than just three hundred years older than you; I'm nearly thirty thousand! If we go by that mortal saying... thirty thousand years older, a Goddess to feed you?"

She seemed quite satisfied with her own adaptation, leaning in closer as she lowered her voice to a bewitching whisper:

"If you stay with big sister, I'll find you all sorts of delicacies in the God Realm every day, guaranteed to feed you until you're plump and healthy—I'll dote on you the most! And besides..."

She paused, a smile that could only be described as innocent appearing on her beautiful face as she delivered the final, lethal blow:

"Besides, big sister can even give you a chubby little boy later, and then a cute little girl, to keep you company and play with you. How about it? Why not consider it?"

Ye Qing: "..."

He completely lost his composure!

His small body was visibly stiff, his little face instantly flushing a deep red.

Then it turned from red to white, and from white to a sickly green.

He whipped his head around, staring fixedly at Qian Daoliu beside him with a look of desperate, near-tearful pleading. The meaning in his eyes was crystal clear:

Qian Daoliu, Grandpa Qian, when can we leave!

Now!

Immediately!

Right this second!

I can't stay in this place for even one more second!

This woman is too terrifying!

Receiving Ye Qing's gaze, Qian Daoliu felt his scalp tingle and his mouth twitch.

He wanted to leave too!

But was it up to him to decide when they could leave?

With this ancestor before them, who dared to move?

He could only return a bitter look of helplessness to Ye Qing, silently telling him to fend for himself.

Just as Ye Qing felt he was about to explode on the spot from this absurd conversation, the Angel God seemed to have finally had her fun, or perhaps, she had achieved some unknown goal of hers.

The aggrieved, marriage-seeking expression on her face vanished instantly, replaced once again by that sacred, noble, yet lazy and playful demeanor.

"Enough, I won't tease you anymore." She chuckled softly, her jade hand waving casually in Ye Qing's direction.

A speck of pure, golden light, containing infinite holiness and a sharp aura, shot into the center of Ye Qing's brow like a meteor.

Ye Qing's entire body shuddered, a faint coolness washing over his mind.

Immediately, he saw a miniature phantom of the Angel Holy Sword, shimmering with golden light, floating quietly within his sea of consciousness.

It radiated a warm and powerful aura, standing in distant opposition to the blue phantom of the Sea God Trident, neither interfering with the other.

"Consider this a welcome gift from big sister, or perhaps... a down payment on the dowry?"

The Angel God blinked playfully and explained: "It contains a trace of my divine power imprint and sword intent. In a critical moment, it might help you block some trouble. Of course, it can also help you sense the aura of the Angel lineage in daily life."

She waved her hand, signaling for them to leave, her voice still carrying a smile but now tinged with a deeper meaning:

"Go on, little one. Go back and think carefully about big sister's proposal... no rush, we have plenty of time."

"If you are willing... big sister will be waiting for you in the God Realm."

With that, she gave Ye Qing another mischievous wink with those golden eyes that seemed to hold the entire galaxy.

Ye Qing instinctively shivered again, his small body trembling.

The next second, a soft yet irresistible golden light enveloped him and Qian Daoliu.

Space twisted slightly, and their figures rapidly faded, vanishing from the Angel Secret Realm.

Until the moment he was completely swallowed by the light of the teleportation, the last clear thought in Ye Qing's mind was—

Women are truly terrifying!

Older women are even more terrifying!

A Goddess who is inhumanly beautiful and absurdly old... is the most terrifying of all!

Deep within the Douluo Hall, the faint light of the teleportation dissipated, and the figures of Ye Qing and Qian Daoliu reappeared.

The two stood still, looking at each other, speechless for a long moment.

The hall was vast and silent, save for their slightly rapid breathing and the heartbeats that had yet to fully calm, silently recounting the absurdity and shock they had just experienced.

In the end, it was Ye Qing who regained his composure first.

He cast a cautious glance at the tightly shut inner hall doors, then looked back at Qian Daoliu, whose face remained pale and whose expression was complex. After a moment of hesitation, he asked in a low voice, "Qian... Senior Qian, what the Angel God said inside just now... you surely... you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"

His clear, wide eyes were filled with nervousness, lingering fear, and a faint trace of pleading.

This matter was too outrageous—so outrageous that he dared not imagine how Bo Saixi and the Sea God would react if word got out.

He dared not even imagine what kind of monstrous waves would be stirred up across the continent.

Qian Daoliu was pulled back to reality by Ye Qing's voice. Meeting the child's uneasy gaze, he felt a mix of complicated emotions.

He hurriedly shook his head vigorously, lowering his voice as well, and promised with ironclad certainty, "Rest assured! This old man swears in the name of the Angel God: what was heard in this hall today shall never be known by a third person!"

Are you kidding? Forget about spreading it—he didn't even want to think about it!

It was too much for his heart to take!

Having received Qian Daoliu's assurance, Ye Qing breathed a slight sigh of relief and patted his chest.

But before he could fully relax, he saw Qian Daoliu lean in closer, his face twisted in a state of near-collapse, conflict, and caution. In an even lower, more ethereal voice, he tentatively asked:

"That... Ye... Little Qing..."

Qian Daoliu felt as though he had used up a lifetime's worth of internal conflict in this single moment. "You... the words you said earlier... they were surely... surely just an expedient measure to please the Angel God, right? You... you don't actually have that... that thought, do you? To marry... to marry..."

Qian Daoliu simply could not bring himself to say the words "marry the Angel God," and could only signal frantically with his eyes.

He was truly about to go numb!

Had he known that the Angel God's summons would take such a terrifying turn, he would have died before following him inside!

Now, having heard such a lethal divine oracle, how was he supposed to face the Angel God in the future?

How was he supposed to face Sea God Island?

How was he supposed to face Ye Qing, who might become the divine son-in-law or the husband of his ancestor?

What if...

He meant, what if...

What if the Angel God wasn't just playing around or teasing a child, but was actually serious...

And what if this brat, Ye Qing, one day in the future really had a lapse in judgment, or was swayed by beauty, and actually agreed...

And then the two of them got married in the God Realm, and the Angel God actually bore Ye Qing a child or two...

Just imagining that scene made Qian Daoliu's vision go dark; his future seemed devoid of light.

When that time came, how would their Qian family pass down the Angel God position?

If the Angel God herself became Mrs. Ye, would the divine position even be available for them, the maternal family, to inherit?

It was quite possible that both the Sea God and Angel God positions would end up with the surname Ye!

Then what would their Martial Soul Hall and their Qian family have been struggling for over the past ten thousand years?