Kindness Asura Holy Sword, Life Rakshasa Holy Scythe

The Asura Demon Sword was suddenly shrouded in a blinding golden light, radiating an aura of kindness so pure it was nearly piercing.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe, typically teeming with malevolent intent, erupted in that same instant with an aura of life that felt like a gentle spring breeze.

A verdant halo slowly expanded, causing even the intricate carvings on both sides of the great hall to sprout fresh buds.

Rakshasa God parted her red lips, frozen in place as if unable to believe her own eyes.

Asura God's face flushed a deep crimson, shifted to a sickly green, and finally settled on a shade of near-leaden gray.

His clenched fists creaked, knuckles turning white, as if he were on the verge of losing control at any second.

The second and third-tier gods present were collectively stunned.

Wait, are we actually allowed to see this?

Are we going to be silenced for witnessing this later?

The lower-ranking divine officials lowered their heads in unison, desperate to shrink into the floorboards, terrified that one extra glance would land them in Asura God's little black book.

The atmosphere in the hall was as oppressive as the calm before a storm.

"Gulp!"

A distinct sound of someone swallowing hard abruptly shattered the silence.

"Oh, calamity!"

"This is an affront to the heavens!"

"Damn you, Goddess of Life! Damn you, Goddess of Kindness! Was it you who turned my son's martial soul into this?!!!"

Asura God surged to his feet, his voice shaking the very dome of the hall.

He roared, his gaze locked fiercely onto Goddess of Life and Goddess of Kindness standing nearby.

God of Destruction, clad in purple robes, turned around and asked with a strange expression: "Little Green, was this really your doing? Why didn't you discuss it with me beforehand?"

Although he did not fear Asura God, poaching someone else's biological son to be an heir was a truly unscrupulous act.

Goddess of Life and Goddess of Kindness exchanged glances, staring wide-eyed at one another.

It was as if they were asking:

"Did you do it?"

"I didn't."

Goddess of Life: "???"

She was more bewildered than anyone; when had she ever bestowed a blessing?

She had no idea herself.

Yet, the incredibly pure life aura emanating from Chen Doudou's Rakshasa Demon Scythe could not be faked.

"Little Purple, although Doudou's martial soul aura resembles mine, it is not me."

Goddess of Life shook her head, answering truthfully.

"I understand."

God of Destruction nodded. Having spent countless eons with her, he knew she disdained lying.

And so, in the next second.

God of Destruction elegantly raised his teacup, blew on it gently, and spoke in a tone so calm it was infuriating: "Asura, you cannot say that. The awakening of a martial soul is the will of heaven and earth; what does it have to do with us?"

Goddess of Kindness spread her hands, looking perfectly innocent: "Exactly, we don't have the ability to alter your sword. Besides..."

She paused, the corners of her mouth curling upward: "This martial soul is quite good, don't you think? Look how pure and kind it is."

"I think Doudou has the bearing of a God of Kindness!"

God of Evil smirked, adding insult to injury for his wife: "Indeed, look how pure it is."

"Screw you! Pure your grandfather!"

Asura God was so enraged he nearly drew his blade on the spot.

Rakshasa God finally snapped out of it, pressing a hand onto his shoulder and gritting her teeth: "Be rational! We are at the ceremony, everyone is watching!"

"Rational? How do you expect me to be rational?"

"To hell with rationality!"

"I am the dignified Asura God! My son's martial soul has turned into this pathetic state, how can you expect me to be rational?!"

Asura God roared, his chest heaving violently, murderous intent surging in his eyes as if he might drag the two God Kings, Goddess of Life and Goddess of Kindness, down and beat them to a pulp.

Below the stage, the gods had already begun to quietly edge toward the exit.

Tang San sat in the front row, the corners of his mouth curling wildly upward, his heart blooming with joy.

Heh heh, old man Asura, look at you today!

That's what you get for not passing the divine throne to me.

Rakshasa God was furious as well.

"Well, well, Asura! What are you shouting at me for?"

"What am I shouting for? Does it help? Your son ending up like this—isn't it all your fault? He's your seed, after all."

"My fault? I could just as easily say your belly wasn't up to the task!"

The Rakshasa God's willow-leaf brows stood on end in fury. She decided to throw caution to the wind and was about to blurt out the events of the past: "My belly wasn't up to it? Oh, ho, ho, Asura, who was it back then..."

Anyway, as the Rakshasa God, she never had much of a reputation in the God Realm to begin with.

What did she have to fear?

"Shut your mouth!"

The Asura God clamped his hand over her mouth with all his might.

The other gods stared at the pair, wide-eyed and dying of curiosity, their minds screaming, Say it! Go on, say it! Why did you stop?

The Asura God turned to find the gods staring with such intense curiosity and glared at her: "Who was it that said we should use schemes and conspiracies to raise him? Look at him now! He didn't learn the schemes, but he's maxed out on Kindness instead!"

"You have the nerve to say that?!"

The Rakshasa God's chest heaved with rage: "If it weren't for that cursed belt of yours, would he have been so terrified that he awakened a Life-attribute Martial Soul?!"

The gods below: "..."

Help us, we really don't want to hear these family secrets!

The God of Destruction sat in the distance, blooming with joy inside, desperately suppressing the corners of his mouth that wanted to curl upward: No, keep it together, mouth, hold it in!

Always at odds with the Asura God, he found this scene incredibly satisfying.

The son of the dignified Asura God, and he awakens Martial Souls of Kindness and Life.

Asura, I'll be laughing at you for the rest of my life, hahahaha!!!

At this moment.

Chen Doudou stood in the center of the magic circle, clutching two "stylistically jarring" Martial Souls, looking at his parents with a face full of innocence:

"Dad, Mom, what's wrong? Is it... is it that Doudou's awakened Martial Souls aren't powerful enough?"

Heh heh, rebellious father, rebellious mother, is it a surprise? Is it unexpected?

Is it thrilling?

Asura God: "..."

Rakshasa God: "..."

The two exchanged a look and saw four words reflected in each other's eyes.

It's over, it's all over.

The Asura God's mouth twitched as if he were being electrocuted.

The Rakshasa God took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to snatch her son back and beat him to a pulp, and squeezed out a smile uglier than a cry:

"Pow... erful... truly powerful..."

The God of Destruction silently covered his face.

The Goddess of Life's shoulders shook with suppressed laughter.

The Goddess of Kindness didn't even bother to hide her applause:

"Good! Very good! This is the true, bright future of our God Realm!"

The Asura God took a deep breath, turned to the God of Destruction, his eyes filled with despair:

"Destruction, lend me a rope."

The God of Destruction felt a sudden, ominous premonition: "...What do you want that for?"

"To hang myself. I have no face left to go on living."

The God of Destruction stifled a laugh and urged, "Oh, come now, it's not that bad, old Asura. We've rolled through the blades and gunfire of ancient wars together."

At the same time, he was winking at the Seven Deadly Sins Gods under his command, as if to say: "Quick, find the thickest, toughest binding rope you can! Today, the Asura God is going to perform a 'hanging from the southeast branch' for us!"

Fortunately, the Goddess of Life stopped them.

In the distance, Tang San covered his face, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably as he stifled laughter until he nearly suffered internal injuries.

Xiao Wu whispered in his ear, "Brother San, do you think Doudou will really become the King of Kindness in the future?"

Tang San peered through his fingers at those two Martial Souls radiating "Kindness and Life," his expression bizarre:

"I think... he already has."

On the other side.

Qian Renxue said faintly, "Mother, I feel like the road ahead for you is going to be incredibly difficult."

Even Bibi Dong, who had been full of confidence, fell silent upon seeing these two jarring Martial Souls: "..."

Is it too late for her to abandon this mission now?

Family, if I don't finish this mission, will I even survive?