Big Brother, Why Don't You Marry Her?

Spirit Hall had been destroyed for ten thousand years. The Angel God had fallen for ten thousand years. The Qian Family bloodline had been severed for ten thousand years.

He had thought that there would never again be an inheritor of the Angel Martial Soul in this world.

Yet at this moment, standing before him was a child with a Two-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

Though she had only two wings, though she was still so weak, it was undeniably an Angel Martial Soul.

It was the Qian Family's inheritance.

"Child."

Qian Daoliu spoke, his voice hoarse and carrying emotions he had suppressed for far too long.

"What is your name?"

Yu Mengdi opened her mouth and answered instinctively.

"Yu... Yu Mengdi."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, and his gaze softened considerably.

Her surname was Yu, not Qian.

That made sense.

The Angel Martial Soul had been feared by the world ten thousand years ago. After Spirit Hall's destruction, those who possessed Angel Martial Souls had been regarded as remnants.

If she had still borne the Qian surname, she likely would not have lived to adulthood.

Changing her surname and living in hiding was the wise choice.

"Yu Mengdi."

Qian Daoliu repeated her name, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "A good name."

He descended the steps and walked toward Yu Mengdi, one step at a time.

With every step he took, the pair of wings behind Yu Mengdi trembled a little more.

It was not fear. Her Martial Soul was cheering, rejoicing, welcoming the source from which it had come.

Qian Daoliu stopped before her, raised his right hand, and gently placed it on her shoulder.

A warm, boundless power flowed into her body, traveling along her meridians and nourishing her injured right arm and left leg.

The fractures healed at a visible rate, torn muscles regrew, and even her utterly depleted Soul Power rapidly recovered.

Yu Mengdi's eyes widened.

What level of healing was this?

Even the most powerful healing-type Soul Master at the academy could not possibly achieve this.

"Se... Senior..."

"No need to speak."

Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand, his gaze falling upon the wings behind her.

"Who taught you about your Angel Martial Soul?"

Yu Mengdi froze for a moment before answering.

"No one taught me... When my Martial Soul awakened, it was already like this."

Qian Daoliu fell silent for a moment.

She had awakened with two wings?

She had not started with a single wing?

That meant that although her Angel Martial Soul had only two wings, the concentration of her bloodline was not particularly low.

"What about your parents? Did they also possess Angel Martial Souls?"

Yu Mengdi shook her head.

"My father was an ordinary person. He had no Martial Soul.

My mother... I have never met her.

I was raised by my adoptive father. His surname was Yu, so mine became Yu as well."

A trace of sorrow flashed through Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Her mother was gone... Most likely dead.

In this era, once someone possessing an Angel Martial Soul exposed their identity, they would be hunted by every major force.

Her mother had either died while being pursued or had left voluntarily to protect her.

"What was your mother's name?"

"I don't know... My adoptive father never mentioned her."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and forced down the bitterness in his heart.

He looked up at Shen Zhou. Shen Zhou gave him a slight nod, signaling him to remain calm.

Qian Daoliu then looked at the injured people behind Yu Mengdi—two severely wounded, unconscious students, one unconscious teacher, and several young people with minor injuries whose Soul Power had been exhausted.

"Let's go inside first.

Your injuries need proper treatment."

He turned and headed into the academy.

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Yu Mengdi.

Tears glimmered in those brilliant golden eyes, but he forcibly held them back.

"Child, from today onward, this will be your home."

Yu Mengdi stood rooted to the spot, her eyes unknowingly reddening as well.

She did not know who this golden-haired middle-aged man was, why he treated her so well, or what the words "Angel Martial Soul" meant to him.

But she could feel it from the way he looked at her—

As if he were looking at a family member he had lost for many years.

Yu Mengdi supported her teacher and followed behind Qian Daoliu as she stepped onto the White Jade Steps of Spirit Hall Academy.

Moonlight fell over her, over the pair of pure white angel wings behind her.

The Star Dou Great Forest behind them gradually receded into the night.

The academy gates ahead slowly opened, their lights warm as daylight.

Martial Soul Academy, with white jade steps and golden-tiled roofs.

The moment Tang Ya stepped onto the first stair, her pace slowed.

She looked up at the majestic main gates. The four words "Martial Soul Academy" on the plaque shone beneath the moonlight, every stroke seemingly containing some ancient, solemn power.

"Bei Bei, pinch me."

She spoke softly.

Bei Bei did not pinch her. He merely patted her shoulder lightly, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings, unable to conceal the shock in his own eyes.

He had visited quite a few high-level Soul Master academies. He had accompanied his elders to Zhengtian Academy and Tianhun Academy.

But no academy had ever given him this feeling.

Not even ten-thousand-year-old Shrek could compare.

It was not elegance or grandeur, though this academy was indeed elegant and grand. It was an indescribable sense of weight.

It was as if the academy had not been newly built, but had stood here since ancient times, bearing witness to countless changes through the ages.

"Sister Tang Ya, this way."

Huo Yuhao walked ahead and turned back to call them over.

The group passed through the main gates and stepped onto the avenue.

Spirit Locust Trees lining both sides swayed gently in the night breeze. Ice crystals on their leaves reflected the moonlight, illuminating the entire road as though a river of stars had been spread across the ground.

Tang Ya crouched to touch the smooth jade pavement, then looked up at the spirit plants, her mouth wide enough to fit an egg.

"These Spirit Locust Trees... I've seen them in books. They were said to be a variety found only in ancient times and are now almost extinct.

You have... planted so many of them?"

"It's not just the Spirit Locust Trees."

Bei Bei's gaze fell farther ahead, where Spirit Gathering Array Patterns slowly flowed across the ground, giving off a gentle blue radiance.

"I've only seen a Spirit Gathering Array of this level in illustrations from ancient books.

They say even the royal academy of the Sun Moon Empire doesn't have one."

Yu Mengdi supported her teacher as she walked behind them. Qian Daoliu had already healed most of her injuries. Though she was still somewhat weak, she could walk on her own now.

Her teacher's surname was Zhao—Zhao Mingyi, a senior teacher from Zhengtian Academy and a fifty-eighth-rank Soul King.

He had just awakened from unconsciousness. His face was pale, but his mind was clear.

As he looked at the scene before him, his lips trembled slightly, yet he could not utter a single word.

He had taught at Zhengtian Academy for twenty years and considered himself well-traveled and knowledgeable.

But the academy before him lay beyond his understanding.

"Meng Di..." Zhao Mingyi spoke quietly. "Who exactly is this senior...?"

Yu Mengdi shook her head.

"I don't know, Teacher.

But he... and that golden-haired senior..."

She did not continue, because she herself did not know how to describe them.

The group passed along the avenue and through a moon gate, and their view suddenly opened up.

Moonlight spilled over the vast lake. Its waters were so clear that the bottom could be seen, while a faint mist hung over its surface, making it resemble a fairyland.

The seven-story tower at the lake's center glowed with soft blue light. Its reflection shimmered in the water, complementing the bright moon overhead.

"That is the Spirit Pagoda."

Shen Zhou stood by the lake and glanced back at them. "You will learn what it is for in the future."

"For now, go receive treatment."

The academy's southern side was the residential area.

Exquisite little buildings were scattered among bamboo groves, their white walls and dark tiles half-hidden beneath the moonlight.

Each small building had its own courtyard, planted with unfamiliar flowers and grasses that gave off a faint fragrance.