Because I'm willing! Can I borrow your body for a bit?

One sentence left everyone who had just been immersed in joy stunned.

Misunderstand?

Everyone present had the same huge question mark in their minds.

What's the misunderstanding?

Qian Daoliu subconsciously looked at Lin Feng, his mouth moved as if he wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.

Lin Feng took in everyone's bewildered expressions, then lazily leaned back in his recliner.

"When did I say that I was going to resurrect the Angel God?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their faces clearly saying, "Are you kidding me?"

That scene just now, they practically stuffed their souls into people's bodies, isn't that resurrection?

But they only dared to think these words in their hearts; even if they had a hundred times the courage, they wouldn't dare to question this man to his face.

Lin Feng seemed to see through their thoughts and added another sentence.

"Furthermore, Qian Renxue is not a suitable vessel for the resurrection of the Angel God."

"Ah?"

Even Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't hold back any longer. He cautiously asked, "Senior, what do you mean? Xiao Xue... she has Innate Level 20 Soul Power, and her Martial Soul is Six-Winged Angel. How can she not be suitable?"

This is a question that resonates with all those who make offerings.

They all looked at Lin Feng with puzzled expressions, waiting for an explanation.

Looking at the large group of bewildered faces, Lin Feng asked in an annoyed tone:

"Her current cultivation level is only that of a Soul Saint, how could she possibly contain a god-level soul?"

"If we force a fusion, what do you think the outcome will be?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu and the others trembled, and cold sweat instantly broke out on their backs.

Yes!

How could they forget such a crucial issue!

No matter how talented Qian Renxue is, she is still only a Soul Saint at this point!

To forcibly house a complete god-level soul within the body of a Soul Saint...

It's likely that it will explode on the spot!

Everyone shuddered in unison, almost unable to bear thinking about the scene any further.

That's not called resurrection, that's called exploding on the spot!

Qian Daoliu was so frightened that his face turned pale. He patted his chest and muttered to himself, "Thank goodness, thank goodness, that kind of thing didn't actually happen."

Seeing their belated realization, Lin Feng asked again in a tone as if he were asking an idiot.

"Moreover, I have already upgraded her Martial Soul to a true 'angel'."

"Its quality far surpasses that of those Six-Winged Angel."

Have you all forgotten?

Ah, this...

The group of old men in the Worship Hall looked at each other, their embarrassment almost palpable.

This... this matter... they really forgot about it...

I was so focused on stopping Xiao Xue from sacrificing herself that I completely forgot that her Martial Soul had already been transformed by the senior and was no longer the original Six-Winged Angel.

At this point, everyone was completely speechless.

One by one, they lowered their heads in shame, feeling that they had wasted the last hundred years of their lives.

Just then, Lin Feng's tone suddenly turned cold, carrying an unyielding domineering air.

"Finally, and most importantly."

His indifferent gaze swept across the entire room as he spoke, each word deliberate and deliberate.

"The resurrection of a mere Angel God is not worthy of my guest paying with his life."

[Host, while you look cool when you're showing off, your excuse is really lame, full of holes.]

The system's complaints resounded in Lin Feng's mind.

Lin Feng roared inwardly: Shut up! This has nothing to do with you!

Lin Feng's last words struck everyone's hearts like a thunderbolt.

Unworthy?

A tiny Angel God?

What domineering power, what utter contempt!

But what shocked them even more was the phrase, "I don't deserve to let my guest sacrifice himself."

At this moment, Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and even Ning Fengzhi and Dai Tianfeng in the corner all felt an indescribable emotion welling up in their hearts.

It turns out that in the eyes of the elders, the significance of these diners was even greater than the resurrection of a Deity!

Bibi Dong and her daughter had finally cried enough.

With Bibi Dong's help, Qian Renxue stood up, her eyes, red and swollen from crying, now shining brightly as she looked at Lin Feng.

"Senior, did you do this on purpose?"

"You did all this because you wanted to use this method to bridge the gap between my mother and me, right?"

Upon hearing this, both Qian Daoliu and his group, as well as Dai Tianfeng and his group who had no connection to the matter, finally realized what was going on.

Yes!

I was wondering how the senior could be so cold-hearted; it turns out he was using this method to force the Pope and Xiao Xue, this awkward mother and daughter, to reconcile!

Despite his seemingly cold and ruthless demeanor and strict adherence to official procedures, his heart is actually warm!

In an instant, everyone's gaze towards Lin Feng changed.

His eyes were filled with awe, gratitude, and deep admiration.

Senior, you are truly a genius!

However, Lin Feng, who was being stared at by everyone with intense gazes, couldn't help but twitch the muscles on his face.

Holy crap!

What's wrong with this little brat? Doesn't she understand why she sees through things but doesn't say anything?

You called me out on the spot, don't I have any dignity?

Thinking of this, Lin Aojiao Feng decisively raised an eyebrow, glanced at Qian Renxue's hopeful face, and let out a soft snort.

"Hmph, I can't care about your family matters. As for why I did this..."

Upon hearing this, everyone held their breath, eager to know what earth-shattering reason Lin Feng would give next.

After pondering for a long time, Lin Feng seemed too lazy to make up any more excuses and simply uttered three words.

"I'd love to!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt ashamed.

Okay, you're the boss, you call the shots.

Whatever makes you happy.

Seeing Lin Feng's "I'm just bored" look, Qian Renxue was not disappointed at all; instead, she burst out laughing.

She knew that her senior was just embarrassed to admit it.

She took a deep breath, first glancing at her mother beside her, whose face was full of tenderness and who was holding her hand tightly, feeling the warmth of something she had lost and then regained.

Then, she turned to Lin Feng again and bowed deeply with utmost solemnity.

"No matter what, it was you, senior, who fulfilled my greatest wish in this life."

"This kindness... I will definitely repay you."

Repay?

As soon as those two words were uttered, Zhu Zhuyun, who was diligently wiping a table in the corner of the hall, suddenly stopped.

She raised her head, her alluring eyes narrowing instantly, her sharp gaze locking onto Qian Renxue like radar.

Another one!

A battle alarm instantly went off in Zhu Zhuyun's mind.

This Qian Renxue, in terms of status, is the Young Master of the Spirit Hall and a descendant of the Angel God; in terms of background, her grandfather is Peerless Douluo and her mother is the Pope; in terms of talent, she is one in a million!

Now, she's received such a huge favor from her boss, and she's even publicly talking about "repaying" him!

Repay?

How can I repay this kindness?

How can I repay this kindness?

The implication between the lines is clear: he wants to repay her with his body!

Zhu Zhuyun felt her blood pressure spike immediately.

First, there's Hu Liena, who's constantly at odds with her; then there's Bibi Dong, who's eyeing her covetously; and now Qian Renxue, with her top-tier background, talent, and looks, has emerged!

That's way too curly!

Not only her, but even Hu Liena, standing by the counter, froze for a moment with her professional smile.

In her gaze toward Qian Renxue, there was a hint of scrutiny and wariness that was almost imperceptible, and the fingers gripping the ledger tightened slightly.

Just as Zhu Zhuyun was overwhelmed with a sense of crisis and frantically racking her brains for countermeasures.

A clear, ethereal, yet slightly weak female voice suddenly rang out in the hotel lobby without warning.

"Whether or not we repay the debt, we'll talk about it later."

"Now, who can lend me their body...?"

I feel like I'm... about to dissipate.