Qian Daoliu: What Do You Think of Bibi Dong?

Light Feather Douluo opened his mouth. Well, he actually did not know either, so he had no idea how to answer that question.

Bibi Dong looked at him expectantly. Upon closer inspection, however, her gaze had been fixed tightly on Ye Xunfeng the entire time.

Ye Xunfeng practically fulfilled most of her ideal type—resilient, pitiable, gentle, yet carrying a hint of dominance...

Light Feather Douluo noticed Bibi Dong's expression. Although, in his mind, the best outcome would have been for the two of them to end up together, this Pope was not particularly close to them after all.

Light Feather Douluo considered his words before saying, "Well, the current Pope has only just taken office and has a lot to deal with. It probably wouldn't be appropriate for you to say it now. Why not wait a while..."

The smile on Bibi Dong's face instantly stiffened, but she quickly regained her earlier liveliness and said with a smile, "Then I'll wait until he's done!"

With that, she skipped away.

Ye Xunfeng gently turned his head toward the direction she had gone and shook his head helplessly.

Behind him, Light Feather Douluo sighed but said nothing more.

The affairs of young people were still best left for young people to experience themselves.

Ye Xunfeng went to the Elder Hall. "Father, come with me to help relocate my mother's grave. You promised me this—bury her in Douluo Hall."

Qian Daoliu stood above in silence for a moment. His steps visibly paused twice before he nodded.

Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly stood and said, "I'll go with you too. Spirit Hall was in the wrong over this matter, and it was also my oversight back then."

Ye Xunfeng glanced at him and nodded.

Although he did not know the full story from before he was born, judging from every angle, Qian Xunji had likely only been able to commit such a vile act because Qian Daoliu was absent at the time.

As for the people of the Elder Hall, they stayed cooped up like shut-ins every day and barely involved themselves in outside affairs.

"I'm sorry. Back then, Qian Xunji said your mother had died from hemorrhaging because she could not bear your talent. At the time... sigh..." Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a soft sigh.

"The Angel Bloodline truly is difficult to bear. Qian Xunji's mother also died after her life force ran dry. We did not think much of it, since Qian Xunji's mother was a Soul Douluo and a light-attribute Soul Douluo, so..." Golden Crocodile Douluo explained quietly.

Ye Xunfeng cast the two of them a sidelong glance. "I don't care about the reasons. If you are willing to help relocate my mother's grave and let her be buried in Douluo Hall, I will be grateful to you and address you as elders."

After leaving those words behind, Ye Xunfeng immediately released his Wishing Angel Spirit and hurried toward that shabby little wooden house from years ago.

After Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo exchanged a glance, they quickly followed.

While in the air, Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly froze. He poked Qian Daoliu beside him and said, "Doesn't this child's Martial Soul feel a little strange? It seems like he has another pair of wings?"

Qian Daoliu examined it carefully and nodded. "It should have evolved. The fire attribute has clearly weakened, and it has gained a life attribute, but its light and holy attributes remain unchanged."

Blue Silver Forest. A dilapidated little wooden house, protected by blue silver grass and a fence.

Ye Xunfeng stood in the courtyard, looking at his mother's gravestone as he gently wiped away the dust gathered upon it.

Ye Xunfeng kowtowed twice, then slowly rose and used Soul Power to push aside the surrounding earth.

An exquisitely crafted wooden coffin appeared before the three of them.

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo bowed behind it, their eyes filled with remorse.

Ye Xunfeng rose, turned to look at the two of them, and rolled his eyes slightly. Then patterns spread across the coffin and slowly lifted it.

"Let us do it," Qian Daoliu said. "Golden Crocodile Douluo and I will carry the coffin."

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Xunfeng slowly handed it over to them.

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo flew ahead, each carrying one side. Ye Xunfeng watched from below, then slowly followed.

The three of them spent roughly half a day before slowly descending into Douluo Hall.

Under normal circumstances, one was not qualified to enter Douluo Hall, but this was a special situation after all...

Ye Xunfeng watched with his own eyes as his mother's simple coffin, which she had personally made herself, was encased within a heavy outer coffin forged from rare metals.

After everything was done, Ye Xunfeng walked out of Douluo Hall, looked at the sun in the sky, and finally let out a soft breath.

Ye Xunfeng stood atop the mountain peak where Douluo Hall stood, overlooking the prosperous Spirit City.

With a new Pope taking office, everyone throughout Spirit City seemed to be preparing for the new Pope's coronation.

"Third Trial of the God of Life and God of Destruction: Cultivate to Rank 98 Titled Douluo within ten years."

The overlapping voices of the God of Life and the God of Destruction rang out in Ye Xunfeng's mind once more.

Ye Xunfeng's steps toward Pope Palace halted instantly. Ten years was more than enough.

Given his talent, he estimated that he could reach Rank 99 within just a few years.

After all, he had not completely refined the Power of Faith from before. Together with the cultivation of the Atlas Spear, his talent was no worse than that of any Martial Soul.

"Xunfeng, what do you think of Bibi Dong?" Qian Daoliu slowly walked out of Douluo Hall as well, stood to the side, and asked in a low voice.

Ye Xunfeng glanced at him and answered casually, "She's quite pretty, but she can't be entrusted with important matters."

"Would you... be willing to marry her?" Qian Daoliu asked, his face carrying a trace of awkwardness.

"No. There is someone I want to marry. I promised her that when she becomes a Soul Saint, I would be with her." A faint tenderness flashed across Ye Xunfeng's face.

"But..." Qian Daoliu wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

Ye Xunfeng's gaze drifted lightly toward the woods nearby. He had deliberately said those words for Bibi Dong to hear.

It was not that he disliked beautiful women. Nor was he some righteous gentleman immune to temptation. But he had promised Ah Yin.

"Was it the girl who saved you before?" Qian Daoliu stood beside Ye Xunfeng, watching the sunset with him.

"Mm." Ye Xunfeng gave a soft grunt.

"You should know that with your strength and talent, many people will want to form marriage alliances with you. You should prepare yourself mentally. Besides, your talent is very high..." Qian Daoliu said after a moment of silence.

"I thought you wouldn't say something like that, considering all these years..." A trace of mockery flashed through Ye Xunfeng's eyes. Others might not know, but as a transmigrator, how could he not know that Qian Daoliu had spent all these years with practically no women because of Bo Saixi?

As for his mother back then, that had also been an accident.

"That girl Bibi Dong likes you. It's better for her to like you than some outsider. Besides, she's a Twin Martial Souls genius, and her talent is quite good," Qian Daoliu said softly.

Qian Daoliu had his own calculations as well. He hoped the two geniuses could have a child capable of inheriting the Angel God's Godhood.

Although Ye Xunfeng's Martial Soul was not the Six-Winged Angel, it was even stronger than the Six-Winged Angel. What if...

"I understand." Ye Xunfeng snorted coldly, then went to Pope Palace, sat cross-legged, calmed his breathing, and slowly began cultivating.