Qian Daoliu's Thoughts

A legendary, god-level Martial Soul—its value was no less than their Six-Winged Angel.

"Father," Qian Xunji asked in a lowered voice, "compared to our Six-Winged Angel, this Martial Soul..."

"It is hard to compare," Qian Daoliu shook his head, his tone so candid that it caught Qian Xunji off guard. "The Six-Winged Angel is a symbol of holiness and light. As for the God of Love, according to ancient records, its power does not lie in destruction, but in connection. It can perceive the emotions and bonds of all living beings, strengthen or weaken the feelings between people, and even manipulate or rewrite emotional relationships. Strictly speaking, this is not a combat-type deity, but no one would dare claim such a deity is any less powerful than a combat-oriented one."

Qian Daoliu turned to look at Qian Xunji, his tone profound. "Xiao Ji, you must understand that in this world, an invisible thread is sometimes far more terrifying than a sharp blade that can slice through iron."

Deng Tianxin fell into deep thought, secretly wondering who had hyped up the God of Love to such an absurd degree.

If the God of Love were truly that overpowered, it would have been impossible for the deity to die.

The novels claimed the God of Love died after being betrayed by a lover, but Deng Tianxin felt that was unlikely; it was far more probable that the deity died for other reasons.

After all, those who spoke of the method of death were merely passersby, not some god from the Divine Realm.

Qian Xunji remained silent, but the flash of light in his eyes betrayed his inner thoughts.

As the Pope of Spirit Hall, he understood the importance of intelligence and human nature better than anyone.

If the God of Love Martial Soul were truly as his father described—capable of perceiving and manipulating emotions—then possessing this child was equivalent to owning an indefensible weapon.

Any sect secret, any conspiracy, any hidden mole—nothing could remain concealed before a Martial Soul capable of directly perceiving emotions.

Moreover, if this child could truly grow up and inherit the God of Love's divine position...

Thinking this, Qian Xunji exchanged a glance with Qian Daoliu. Although the father and son did not speak, that momentary eye contact was enough for them to reach a consensus.

They could not let other factions obtain this child.

Qian Xunji said to Bibi Dong in a kind and amiable tone, "Dong'er, take him back and let him get some rest."

He suddenly felt that Bibi Dong being with Yu Xiaogang was no longer such a big deal; if it came down to it, he could just let Deng Tianxin inherit the position of Pope.

Deng Tianxin represented the God of Love, and his future was limitless.

Giving up on Bibi Dong still left a pang of reluctance in Qian Xunji's heart; it was impossible to spend over a decade together without developing some feelings.

If Bibi Dong remained as stubborn and obsessed as before, then he would simply let her go, Qian Xunji thought to himself.

Bibi Dong respectfully agreed, walked over to Deng Tianxin, and beckoned to him, "Let's go, I'll take you to rest."

Deng Tianxin followed obediently. The moment he stepped out of the Pope Palace, he looked back at Qian Xunji. Qian Xunji stood in the hall, his expression obscured by the backlight, but his eyes remained locked firmly on him until the palace doors slowly closed, cutting off that scrutinizing gaze.

The moment the doors shut, Deng Tianxin let out a long breath. Finally, the act was over.

Bibi Dong walked in front, her pace steady, always staying half a step ahead of him. The soul-guide lamps on both sides of the corridor cast a soft glow, making their shadows stretch and shrink. After walking a certain distance, Bibi Dong suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Little brat, why didn't you show me your Martial Soul earlier?" She crossed her arms and looked down at him.

Deng Tianxin looked up, blinked twice, and said righteously, "Because you didn't ask."

"I didn't ask?" Bibi Dong was almost laughed to anger. "When I took you as my disciple, how many times did I ask what your Martial Soul was? And what did you say? You said, 'None of your business'!"

"You weren't my teacher back then." Deng Tianxin spread his hands.

"And now I am your teacher?"

"That's right. You already admitted it in front of His Holiness the Pope and the Grand Elder; you can't go back on your word now, can you?" Deng Tianxin tilted his little face, smiling brilliantly.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the urge to pick this little brat up and spank him.

She suddenly thought of something very delightful: from today on, this little brat was officially her disciple, in every sense of the word.

With Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu as witnesses, Deng Tianxin couldn't back out even if he wanted to.

What did this mean?

It meant that in the future, if she wanted to spank Deng Tianxin, it would be perfectly justified.

But then Bibi Dong thought about having to face this punchable little face every day, this mouth that dared to blurt out anything, this little brat who could make her blood pressure skyrocket.

Just thinking about the days to come gave her a headache.

"You behave yourself from now on," Bibi Dong warned, her face stern. "Spirit Hall isn't the outside world; there are eyes everywhere. You'd best keep that mouth of yours in check. Don't go calling everyone 'Auntie,' understand?"

"Understood, Teacher~." Deng Tianxin nodded obediently.

Bibi Dong felt goosebumps rise at that "Teacher."

Whenever this little brat called her teacher, it was always sickeningly sweet—so sweet that she felt completely uneasy, always fearing he would blurt out something outrageous the next second.

Seeing that Deng Tianxin and the others had walked far away, Qian Xunji asked Qian Daoliu, "Father, do you have any other thoughts?"

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji and said, "When Deng Tianxin is old enough to take a wife, arrange for a few women with excellent talent to be with him."

Qian Xunji looked at Qian Daoliu with a puzzled expression, not understanding what he meant.

He understood why he wanted Deng Tianxin to take multiple wives.

His father wanted Deng Tianxin to establish a Soul Master family within Spirit Hall; with the God of Love family and the Angel family, unifying the Douluo Continent would be an easy task for Spirit Hall.

But he didn't understand why he insisted on women with high talent.

Qian Daoliu spoke up, "Did you notice his horns?"

Qian Xunji nodded, indicating that he had seen them.

Qian Daoliu explained, "Deng Tianxin is a Dragon-kin. On the Douluo Continent, Dragon-kin are a very peculiar species; to a spirit master, they are top-tier dual-cultivation cauldrons. More importantly, dual-cultivating with a Dragon-kin can help a spirit master break through bottlenecks, condense dragon blood essence, and charge toward the Title Douluo realm."

Qian Xunji's pupils constricted sharply.

"Father, do you mean..."

"An owner of the God of Love Martial Soul who also possesses a Dragon-kin physique," Qian Daoliu said unhurriedly, "I don't need to say more about what this implies, do I?"

Qian Xunji certainly understood.

This meant that Deng Tianxin was not just an indefensible weapon, but an inexhaustible, humanoid treasure.

The God of Love Martial Soul could perceive and manipulate emotions, while the Dragon-kin physique could help spirit masters break through bottlenecks.

Having both of these attributes in the same person could no longer be described by the word "genius."

This was a grand gift bestowed by the heavens upon Spirit Hall, a gift significant enough to alter the landscape of the entire continent.