Angel God: Stay with Big Sister, and I'll Give You a Chubby Son and a Sweet Little Girl in the Future, Too

She seemed to recall some famous saying that had been passed around the mortal world. Her eyes lit up, and she recited it like a tempting treasure trove:

"I remember there was a saying in the mortal world. What was it again? Oh, right—three years older, a chest of gold!"

"And thirty years older, a kingdom to hold!"

"And three hundred years older, an elixir to behold!"

The more she spoke, the more animated she became. Counting on her jade-white fingers, she gazed at Ye Qing with utter sincerity:

"Look, I'm not just three hundred years older than you, Big Sister. I'm almost thirty thousand years older! By the mortal world's reckoning... thirty thousand years older, and the goddess feeds you?"

She seemed quite pleased with her adaptation. Leaning closer, she lowered her voice, lacing it with temptation:

"If you stay with Big Sister, I'll find you delicious food in the Divine Realm every day. I promise I'll feed you until you're plump and rosy-cheeked. I'll spoil you rotten! And besides..."

She paused, a pure and innocent smile appearing on her breathtaking face as she delivered her final, devastating blow:

"Besides, later on I can give you a chubby little boy, then a sweet little girl, and let them keep you company. What do you say? Think about it, hmm?"

Ye Qing: "..."

He completely lost it!

His tiny body visibly stiffened, and his little face flushed bright red.

Then red turned to white, and white to green.

He whipped his head around and stared at Qian Daoliu beside him, his eyes pleading for rescue, almost on the verge of tears. The message in them was crystal clear:

Qian Daoliu, dear old Qian, when can we leave?!

Now!

Right this instant!

Immediately!

I can't stay here another second!

This woman is terrifying!

When Qian Daoliu caught Ye Qing's look, his scalp prickled and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He wanted to leave, too!

But was it up to him when they could go?

If the ancestor before them didn't give the word, who would dare move?

All he could do was return Ye Qing's gaze with a bitter look that said there was nothing he could do, and he'd have to fend for himself.

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

The aggrieved, practically begging-to-be-wed expression vanished from her face. In its place, she once again looked sacred and noble, with just a hint of languid amusement.

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

A speck of golden light, pure beyond compare and brimming with boundless holiness and keen sharpness, shot into Ye Qing's brow like a meteor.

Ye Qing shuddered all over, feeling a faint coolness in his mind.

Then he saw a miniature phantom of the Angel Holy Sword, brilliant with golden light, floating quietly in his Sea of Consciousness.

It radiated a warm, powerful aura. Its blue phantom faced the Sea God Trident from afar, and the two did not interfere with each other.

"Think of it as Big Sister's welcoming gift—or perhaps... a down payment on your betrothal?"

The Angel God winked mischievously and explained, "It contains a trace of my divine power and sword intent. At a critical moment, it might help you fend off trouble. Of course, it can also help you sense the aura of the Angel bloodline."

She waved her hand in a gesture of dismissal. Her voice still held a smile, but now with a deeper meaning:

"Go on, little one. Go back and think over Big Sister's proposal... There's no rush. We have all the time in the world."

"If you're willing... Big Sister will be waiting for you in the Divine Realm."

With that, she gave Ye Qing another playful wink, her golden eyes seeming to hold an entire river of stars.

Ye Qing reflexively shuddered again, his little body trembling.

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

Space rippled faintly, and their figures quickly faded before disappearing from the Angel Secret Realm.

Only when the light of teleportation had completely swallowed them did Ye Qing's final, crystal-clear thought cross his mind—

Women are terrifying!

Older women are even more terrifying!

A goddess who's so beautiful she doesn't look human, and is absurdly old on top of that... is the most terrifying of all!

Deep inside Douluo Hall, the faint light of the teleportation faded, and Ye Qing and Qian Daoliu reappeared.

The two stood there, facing one another. For a moment, neither said a word.

The hall was vast and silent. Only their slightly hurried breathing and their still-unsettled heartbeats silently spoke of the absurdity and shock they had just experienced.

In the end, Ye Qing was the first to recover.

He cautiously glanced at the closed inner hall doors, then looked at Qian Daoliu, whose face was still a little pale and whose expression remained complicated. After hesitating, he asked in a small voice, "S-Senior Qian... What the Angel God said in there just now... You won't tell anyone, will you?"

His clear, wide eyes were now full of nervousness, lingering fear, and a faint plea.

This was so outrageous that if word got out, he couldn't even imagine how Bo Saixi and the Sea God would react.

He couldn't imagine what kind of waves would sweep across the continent, either.

Ye Qing's voice pulled Qian Daoliu back to reality. Meeting the child's anxious gaze, he felt a jumble of emotions, too.

He hurriedly shook his head, lowering his voice as he gave an unwavering promise: "Don't worry! I swear in the name of the Angel God that no third person will ever learn what we heard in the hall today!"

As if! Forget telling anyone—he didn't even want to think about it!

It was enough to make his heart stop!

Reassured by Qian Daoliu's promise, Ye Qing let out a small sigh of relief and patted his chest.

But before he could relax completely, Qian Daoliu leaned closer, his face twisted with near-despairing uncertainty and caution. In an even lower, more unsteady voice, he ventured:

"Um... Ye... little Qing..."

Qian Daoliu felt as if he had spent a lifetime's worth of agonizing over things in this one moment. "What you... what you said just now... it was just a temporary measure to make the Angel God happy, right? You... you don't really have that... that sort of idea, do you? Marrying... marrying..."

He couldn't bring himself to say the words "marrying the Angel God." All he could do was frantically hint with his eyes.

He was about to go numb!

If he'd known that being summoned by the Angel God would be this horrifying, he wouldn't have gone in with Ye Qing even if they'd beaten him to death!

Now he'd heard a divine revelation that could ruin his life. How was he supposed to face the Angel God from now on?

How was he supposed to face Sea God Island?

How was he supposed to face Ye Qing, who might become the Angel God's divine consort—or the husband of their ancestor?

What if...

He meant, what if...

What if the Angel God hadn't been joking or teasing a child, but had meant it?

And Ye Qing, that kid, one day really lost his mind—or got bewitched by her beauty—and agreed...

Then the two of them married in the Divine Realm, and the Angel God really did give Ye Qing a son and a daughter...

Just imagining that scene made Qian Daoliu's vision go black and his future look bleak.

Then what would become of their Qian Family's inheritance of the Angel Godhood?

The Angel God herself would be Mrs. Ye. Would there still be any chance for her maternal family to inherit the godhood?

Both the Sea God's and the Angel God's divine seats might end up bearing the Ye name!

After toiling for tens of thousands of years, what would the Spirit Hall and the Qian Family have been doing it all for?