Should Qian Renxue Really Have to Compete with the Angel God for a Husband? And the March on the Clear Sky Sect

Less than half an hour earlier, the Angel God herself—the direct ancestor of Qian Renxue—had just made Ye Qing an even more astounding proposal.

She wanted to marry Ye Qing herself!

In other words, if things went according to Qian Xunji's plan, Qian Renxue would be made to compete with her own ancestor, the Angel God, for a husband!

This relationship...

Just thinking about it made your scalp prickle!

Ye Qing was fine.

He mainly thought the whole thing was too bizarre. After all, the Angel God really was beautiful.

And she was a main god of the Divine Realm, too.

So he wasn't exactly opposed to marrying her.

Put simply, he didn't care about the age difference at all. He only cared whether she was good-looking.

But Qian Daoliu was another matter entirely!

On one side stood his own beloved granddaughter, Qian Renxue, whom he cherished and had placed all his hopes in.

On the other stood the revered ancestor his family had served for countless generations: the Angel God!

How was he supposed to choose?

Considering both his feelings and the practical benefits, of course he would much rather Qian Renxue marry Ye Qing.

After all, the two were of similar age and equal standing.

The benefits of an alliance through marriage would also be more tangible and secure.

And it would spare them the scandal of their ancestor marrying down, along with the endless trouble that would follow.

But the problem was...

What exactly was that boy Ye Qing thinking?

Who could guarantee he wouldn't be dazzled by the Angel God's peerless beauty, divine status, and astonishing promise?

What if he really did have unusual tastes and preferred the Angel God—the mature older-sister type...

Or even the ancestor-older-sister type?

Wouldn't that turn Spirit Hall into the laughingstock of the continent?

Although, in the end, Ye Qing would still be marrying someone from Spirit Hall.

The problem was, that would change the whole nature of things!

What should have been a powerful alliance between two great forces would become a case of the Angel God robbing the cradle, shamelessly snatching her descendant's child betrothed!

If word got out, would Spirit Hall have any face left?

And how was he supposed to explain it to Sea God Island and Bo Saixi?

Would he have to say, "Sorry, the heir your Sea God chose is not only switching over to the Angel God's side, but has also taken our ancestor away as his bride"?

Bo Saixi would probably fly into a rage and storm Spirit Hall with the Sea God Hall on her back!

So when Qian Xunji raised the proposal again and looked to him for an answer, Qian Daoliu struggled, agonized, and sat in speechless silence for several seconds.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and replied quickly and clearly, with the resolve of a man throwing caution to the wind:

"About this... I naturally have no objections!"

He looked at Ye Qing, then at Sea Dragon Douluo. "As long as Xiao Qing is willing and Bo Saixi agrees, I, Qian Daoliu, can personally take Xiao Xue to Sea God Island tomorrow to ask for her hand! We can arrange everything according to the highest standards!"

First, he would settle the worldly matter—the relatively normal marriage alliance!

Whatever happened, he needed to bind Ye Qing to Spirit Hall and the Angel lineage through this betrothal!

As for their ancestor...

They would deal with that later!

Where there was a mountain, there was a way through; when the boat reached the bridge, the passage would appear!

If all else failed...

Could they really stop their ancestor?

They would just have to take things one step at a time!

Qian Xunji's face lit up with barely contained excitement. "Father, you're wise! Then there's no time to lose. How about... sending Bo Saixi a letter first to sound her out? If she feels the same way, we can start making preparations at once!"

Qian Daoliu nodded without objection. "That sounds good. I'll write to her shortly."

After giving those instructions, he looked at Ye Qing. His gaze was complicated, but he kept his tone as gentle as he could. "Xiao Qing, you must be tired today. Go back to your room and get some rest. If you need anything, or if something comes up, you can come to the Worship Hall and find me at any time."

With that, he didn't linger.

He gave Qian Xunji a meaningful glance, then turned and hurried out of the small courtyard with his still-excited son.

This matter was getting more complicated by the day, and the waters were growing deeper.

Oh, Angel God, please, you have to keep your composure.

A granddaughter's husband and an ancestor's husband...

To us, those are really not the same thing!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

A murderous atmosphere quietly spread across the plaza before the Pope Palace in Spirit City.

Sunlight gleamed off the polished stone paving, casting a hard, cold sheen.

Qian Xunji stood atop the steps in the ornate robes of a pope, a purple-gold crown on his head and the jeweled scepter symbolizing his authority in his hand.

Behind him stood Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, silent as a pair of shadowy specters.

Neither deliberately released his aura, yet the faint pressure of two Titled Douluo still seemed to make the air around them grow heavier.

Farther back stood more than a dozen elite Soul Masters in Spirit Hall uniforms, their auras deep and steady as an abyss.

Every one of them was a Soul Douluo.

This force was more than enough to wipe out an ordinary kingdom.

Or make any top sect wary.

Sea Dragon Douluo stood slightly to Qian Xunji's side.

His expression was calm, and his gaze rested on the distant direction of the Clear Sky Sect. Yet deep in his eyes, an icy tide was surging.

If not for the Clear Sky Sect, he and Ye Qing would never have come to Spirit Hall.

At the thought, the anger in his eyes burned even brighter.

Qian Xunji's gaze swept slowly across the assembled force, then met Sea Dragon Douluo's. He gave a slight nod.

"Move out."

Qian Xunji felt little emotion about this expedition to demand an explanation. If anything, he regarded it with a hint of condescending indifference.

The Clear Sky Sect?

In his eyes—and in Spirit Hall's—the Clear Sky Sect had never been an opponent that deserved to be treated as an equal.

If not for Tang Chen, the once-in-a-generation genius who had emerged out of nowhere and, as a Level 99 Peerless Douluo, single-handedly elevated the Clear Sky Sect to the rank of the continent's number-one sect—

With the Clear Sky Sect's original foundation and legacy, did it really think it could sit at the same table as Spirit Hall?

What a joke!

Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, famed for its wealth and support-type Soul Masters, was more worthy of respect in Qian Xunji's eyes. Its potential influence and resilience far surpassed those of the Clear Sky Sect, which was top-heavy and hollow beneath its surface once Tang Chen was taken out of the equation.

What was more, the Clear Sky Sect was in the wrong this time.

And not just a little wrong—it had blundered straight into the hardest target.

It had attacked the God Child of Sea God Island and stolen something from the Sea God's heir?

This was no simple provocation. It was an affront to a god's dignity.

It was a brazen attack on Sea God Island's core interests.

Sea God Island might lie secluded overseas and seem to want nothing to do with the world, but everyone knew that interfering with a divine inheritance was like touching a dragon's reverse scale.

So even if Bo Saixi didn't know about this yet, he knew Sea God Island would never let the matter rest.

And now, Sea God Island had chosen to join forces with Spirit Hall.

That changed everything.

It meant this expedition to the Clear Sky Sect wasn't Spirit Hall acting alone.

It represented the united will of the Sea God and the Angel God—the two forces that safeguarded their divine inheritances!

At least, that was how it looked on the surface.

Tang Chen was a Peerless Douluo who roamed the continent, an unmatched opponent to almost anyone. That was true.

But...

So what?

No matter how powerful he was, could he really face two Peerless Douluo of the same level at once?

What was he thinking?

This time, the Clear Sky Sect had delivered the handle right into the hands of the two sharpest blades.

By every measure—public or private, emotional or rational—Spirit Hall and Sea God Island held an absolute advantage.

This time, he would make the whole world see who truly ruled this continent.

He would also make the Clear Sky Sect pay the price for its arrogance and stupidity.