Luo Chen felt a little helpless. It seemed that although this matter no longer mattered as much to Qian Daoliu, deep down, Qian Daoliu still subconsciously thought of him as a child of the Qian Family.
There was nothing he could do. Although Luo Chen felt a little awkward, Qian Daoliu had treated him so well that he couldn't bring himself to refuse outright. In the end, he could only nod helplessly and softly call out:
"Grandpa."
That single word, "Grandpa," went straight to Qian Daoliu's heart. The smile on his face visibly grew even wider.
Luo Chen, meanwhile, was somewhat noncommittal. In truth, he knew exactly where he stood. Though it felt a little awkward, accepting Qian Daoliu as his grandfather was no loss to him at all.
After all, Qian Daoliu was a Level 99 Limit Douluo—the biggest thigh of them all. As long as no gods appeared and he didn't provoke that pack of Ferocious Beasts, Luo Chen could basically walk across the entire continent with impunity.
After preparing some daily necessities for Luo Chen and getting him settled in, Qian Daoliu left.
It was already late at night, so Luo Chen soon fell asleep as well.
He needed to rest up. Tomorrow, there was an even more important "coincidence" that he needed to create in a very "unexpected" way.
The sun and moon turned, and soon dawn came the next day.
Luo Chen got up early and put on the clothes Qian Daoliu had prepared for him the night before.
It was a long white robe, accented with gold thread.
He had to admit, Qian Daoliu had a good eye for this sort of thing. The moment Luo Chen put it on, he felt that the air about him had risen several notches as he stood before the mirror.
After making sure everything was in order, Luo Chen left his room.
Qian Daoliu was already waiting for him in the hall outside.
A brown wooden table stood there. Qian Daoliu sat beside it, with a steaming breakfast already laid out on the tabletop.
When he saw Luo Chen come out, Qian Daoliu smiled and beckoned him over to sit beside him.
"Morning, Grandpa."
Luo Chen greeted him naturally, making Qian Daoliu laugh again.
A few minutes later, as he watched Luo Chen wolf down the food at the table, Qian Daoliu thought of Qian Renxue.
He had already made up his mind to have Qian Renxue come back in a while, so she could formally meet Luo Chen.
Qian Daoliu kept thinking about it right up until they finished breakfast.
In the end, Luo Chen's voice brought him back to reality.
"Grandpa? Grandpa? There's something I'm not sure whether I should tell you."
Qian Daoliu smiled and shook his head, looking at Luo Chen kindly.
"Chen'er, you can tell me anything."
"Did you not sleep well, or is there something you need? Just say the word. I'll have someone change it for you."
Luo Chen fell silent for a moment, then put on a troubled expression. Finally, under Qian Daoliu's puzzled gaze, he got up from his seat.
Right in front of Qian Daoliu, he raised his left hand.
At first, Qian Daoliu didn't understand what he meant. But the next second...
"!!!"
Golden holy light filled the hall. Six pairs of golden wings unfurled from Luo Chen's back, and a sacred Angel Phantom hovered steadily behind him.
"Six-Winged Angel!!"
Qian Daoliu shot to his feet, slamming his hands on the table. His face was full of disbelief as he stared at Luo Chen and the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul he had released.
"Chen'er, your Martial Soul..."
If he remembered correctly, Luo Chen's information said that his Martial Soul was the Death Spider Emperor, just like Bibi Dong's.
Could it be...?
"Grandpa, I awakened it last night."
"I think the source was that golden speck of light in the secret chamber yesterday."
Luo Chen spoke with "nervousness," his words revealing his uncertainty.
"Chen'er, don't be nervous, Chen'er. This is a God-Given Martial Soul!!"
Qian Daoliu's voice trembled. He gripped Luo Chen by the shoulders, his eyes filled with indescribable joy.
Luo Chen had actually received a Second Martial Soul from Angel God herself—the Six-Winged Angel!
Seeing that the effect seemed to have been achieved, Luo Chen nodded gently.
"Grandpa, will this Martial Soul have any effect on me?"
His main aim was to give himself another layer of protection and earn even more of Qian Daoliu's trust.
With yesterday's vision of the Angel Statue and today's appearance of a God-Given Martial Soul, Qian Daoliu must now believe that Luo Chen was completely bound to the Angel God.
It was like a double safeguard he had set up for himself.
For the next hour, Qian Daoliu carefully explained to Luo Chen what the Six-Winged Angel and a God-Given Martial Soul meant.
Luo Chen listened very attentively. That part was genuine.
After all, the original story had very little information about these things. Learning more about his Martial Soul would be very helpful to him right now.
Even after the explanation ended, Qian Daoliu could hardly contain his joy. He couldn't help dragging Luo Chen into the secret chamber to pray again.
This time, Luo Chen joined in too, though he only took part in a few simple rites. Qian Daoliu did everything else himself.
Afterward, Qian Daoliu let Luo Chen leave and told him he could go back and cultivate. If there was anything he didn't understand, he could come to him directly. He could also wander around the Worship Hall, as long as he didn't leave Worship Mountain.
Luo Chen left very sensibly, but on his way back to his room, he ran into Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo.
"Second Worship..."
"Just call me Grandpa Golden Crocodile."
Luo Chen had only just begun to greet him when Golden Crocodile Douluo interrupted him cheerfully.
Since he had already called Qian Daoliu Grandpa the night before, he figured he might as well switch over right away.
"Grandpa Golden Crocodile, you're here to see Grandpa, right? He's in the secret chamber."
Luo Chen smiled and pointed the way for Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed heartily at that. He praised Luo Chen a few times, told him to come find him if he had any questions about cultivation, then headed straight for the secret chamber.
Luo Chen guessed he had something to tell Qian Daoliu, but he didn't ask. He went straight back to his large room.
Qian Daoliu had specifically told him earlier that, for the time being, he couldn't tell anyone that he had two Martial Souls. So when he ran into Golden Crocodile Douluo, he hadn't mentioned it.
Back in his room, with nothing else to do, Luo Chen could only begin cultivating.
He was in the Worship Hall now, with no worries at all. It was the perfect place to focus on cultivation.
The days passed quickly, and his cultivation steadily improved. During that time, he also reported Xiao Wu's situation to Qian Daoliu.
And so, more than two months went by.
Inside the secret chamber used for seclusion at the Worship Hall, Luo Chen slowly emerged through the stone door, his entire body radiating an aura of cold, deathly menace.
Level 30, Soul Elder—he'd made it!
"I wonder what kind of Soul Ring Grandpa prepared for me."
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