Sea God's Divine Seat, Awaits Its New Master!

Qian Renxue paused, her footsteps faltering as she glanced to the side.

Not far away stood a man in white, his features delicate and feminine. He stood there with a look of startled uncertainty—it was none other than Yue Guan, the Spirit Hall elder known as Chrysanthemum Douluo.

A wave of turbulence surged through Yue Guan's heart.

He had just finished handling some administrative duties and was planning to return to his quarters, never expecting to encounter the Holy Maiden here.

When Qian Renxue had left Spirit Hall, he had not yet fully pledged his loyalty to Bibi Dong, but he had seen this granddaughter, who was deeply cherished by the High Priestess and the former Pope.

Twelve years had passed, and the little girl of the past had blossomed into a woman of such breathtaking beauty. Her noble and sacred aura had only grown with time, making it difficult for others to meet her gaze directly.

He quickly smoothed the surprise from his face, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully to Qian Renxue. His tone carried a precise balance of deference and probing, "This subordinate, Yue Guan, greets you, My Lady. My Lady... is there some urgent matter that brings you back to Spirit Hall so suddenly?"

Yue Guan was sharp-witted; he knew well that the relationship between this Holy Maiden and the current Pope, Bibi Dong, was delicate—one might even say frigid.

Yet, he knew even better that Qian Renxue possessed the most orthodox bloodline of the Angel clan. She was the only direct granddaughter of the High Priestess Qian Daoliu and, theoretically, the most legitimate heir to Spirit Hall.

Neither his status as a Title Douluo elder nor the position of the Pope's disciple, Hu Liena, could compare to her identity, status, or the forces she represented.

Thus, his address of "My Lady" was profoundly respectful, and his posture remained humble.

Qian Renxue's gaze fell calmly upon Yue Guan. Her purple eyes held no emotional fluctuation, as if she were merely looking at an ordinary subordinate.

She shook her head slightly, her voice clear and distant, "Nothing special. I have been away for a long time and simply returned to retrieve some old belongings."

She paused, adding the next sentence with an air of casualness, though her gaze swept over Yue Guan with hidden meaning, "Besides, it has been a long time. I wonder if home... is still well? Nothing has happened, has it?"

She did not say "Spirit Hall," but specifically used the word "home."

These two words seemed ordinary, yet they carried a powerful sense of belonging and a declaration of sovereignty.

Through Yue Guan, she was delivering a clear message to certain people: this Spirit Hall bears the name Qian!

It is the home of the Angel clan, and it is her, Qian Renxue's, home!

It is not a place where some woman and her disciple can act as they please!

Yue Guan's heart skipped a beat at her words.

He was far too shrewd not to catch the deep implication in her tone, and a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

This Holy Maiden was truly not to be trifled with; the moment she returned, she began to issue warnings and reminders.

Not daring to show any change in his expression, he quickly lowered his head and replied respectfully, "In reply to My Lady, everything at home is well. No major events have occurred, so please rest assured."

"Mm." Having received the answer she wanted, Qian Renxue did not linger with Yue Guan. She responded indifferently, turned, and walked toward the Consecration Hall with elegant, firm strides, leaving behind a noble and aloof silhouette.

Yue Guan remained bowed until the sound of her footsteps faded away before he slowly straightened up.

He stared in the direction where Qian Renxue had disappeared, his brows knitted tightly together. His delicate, handsome face was etched with gravity and contemplation.

"Returned suddenly... just to retrieve old belongings?"

Yue Guan muttered to himself, shaking his head. "This young lady is likely not here with good intentions. To emphasize 'home' the moment she returns... she is clearly trying to irritate Her Majesty the Pope."

He felt a headache coming on.

The conflict between the mother and daughter, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, was an open secret among the upper echelons of Spirit Hall.

As an elder caught in the middle, it was truly difficult for him to intervene.

With the Holy Maiden's sudden return and her clear, forceful attitude, it seemed that turmoil was once again brewing within Spirit Hall.

"Forget it. Such matters are better left for Her Majesty the Pope to worry about." Yue Guan shook his head with a bitter smile, deciding to report the news of Qian Renxue's return and her words exactly as they were to Pope Bibi Dong.

As for how things would develop, that was not for an elder like him to decide.

He turned and walked quickly toward the Pope Palace, his figure soon vanishing into the shadows of the buildings.

On the other side, Qian Renxue entered the Consecration Hall without obstruction.

Unlike the majestic and opulent Pope Palace, the interior of the Consecration Hall was more spacious and solemn, filled with an ancient and sacred atmosphere.

A massive statue of a Six-Winged Angel stood deep within the hall, casting a soft yet imposing light.

When Qian Renxue stepped into the hall, she immediately saw the imposing figure standing quietly with his back to her beneath the Angel God statue.

He also had long golden hair and wore a simple grey robe. Even just from his back, he gave off a feeling as steady as a mountain and as deep as an abyss, as if he had merged with the statue itself.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, the figure slowly turned around. It was Qian Daoliu.

His face remained handsome, and time seemed to have left few traces upon him, save for those golden eyes, which were deeper than before, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world.

At this moment, those eyes held an indescribable complexity as they gazed at the granddaughter he had not seen for many years.

Looking at her face—which bore a resemblance to his son Qian Xunji, yet was more exquisite and radiant with sacred light—Qian Daoliu felt a surge of mixed emotions.

Twelve years of infiltration; how could he not know the hardships and dangers involved?

But for the glory of the Angel clan and the future of Spirit Hall, he had been forced to agree to let his granddaughter walk this most difficult path.

"Grandfather." Qian Renxue stepped forward quickly and stopped before Qian Daoliu.

Facing the relative who had raised her since childhood, the cold mask on her face finally slipped. Her purple eyes revealed genuine concern and confusion as she asked, "You summoned me back so urgently—has something major happened in Spirit Hall? Or is it... your health?"

Her voice carried a trace of imperceptible tension.

Grandfather was the most important person in this world to her, and her only remaining kin.

Qian Daoliu looked at the undisguised worry in his granddaughter's eyes, a warmth spreading through his heart as a gentle smile appeared on his face. He shook his head slightly, signaling to Qian Renxue that there was no need to be nervous. "Xiao Xue, do not worry. Everything in Spirit Hall is as usual, and my health is fine."

Hearing her grandfather say this, Qian Renxue's taut heartstrings relaxed slightly, but her confusion only deepened. "Then... what exactly is it that has made you so urgent?"

The smile on Qian Daoliu's face gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented sense of solemnity and gravity.

He stepped forward, his brilliant golden eyes fixed on Qian Renxue, and said word by word, "Nothing has happened to Spirit Hall, but something has occurred—a matter significant enough to influence the landscape of Spirit Hall for the next hundred, or even thousand, years."

"What is it?" Qian Renxue's heart tightened once more, her violet eyes locked onto her grandfather.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the news that would shake the entire continent: "On Sea God Island, a new successor has appeared. The God position of the Sea God... has found its master."

"What?!" Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled violently, as if struck by a bolt of lightning!

Her beautiful violet eyes widened instantly, her pupils contracting sharply, and her exquisite face was filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

She even subconsciously took half a step back, as if she needed the movement to digest this earth-shattering news.

"A successor? The Sea God position?!"

Her voice rose slightly due to the overwhelming shock, carrying a hint of a tremor as she asked, "This... how is this possible? The Sea God position has been vacant for ten thousand years! Grandfather, are you certain?!"

Qian Daoliu nodded heavily, his gaze unwavering. "It is absolutely certain! I went to Sea God Island myself to confirm it. The Light of the Sea God descended, and the God-Bestowed Mark appeared; there is no falsehood. A six-year-old child has awakened a god-level martial soul never seen before and has been personally chosen by Poseidon to become the new successor of the Sea God!"