Take your angel and get out of my world

When Qian Renxue placed her hand on the Awakening Stone, golden light exploded.

Six pristine white wings unfurled from the phantom, holy radiance illuminating the entire awakening chamber.

The numbers on the soul power testing crystal jumped wildly before finally stopping at level twenty.

Innate level twenty soul power, a Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

Unprecedented.

Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, "Good!" and clapped enthusiastically in satisfaction.

Guang Ling sprang up from the corner, clapping and laughing heartily.

"Good, good, good! Little Xue is amazing!"

Qian Daoliu appeared before Qian Renxue almost as if he had teleported, reaching out to gently pat the top of her head. "Very good."

Qian Daoliu was genuinely delighted today. He had never expected to witness the birth of the future Angel God in his lifetime.

"Innate level twenty soul power is a gift from the gods."

"This is the first step toward becoming the future Angel God."

"Little Xue, you are excellent. I now bestow upon you the title of Favored One of the Angel God."

"You have a great chance of becoming the next Angel God and restoring the Angel God's glory."

Lin Mo folded his arms across his chest and watched the scene before him with leisurely interest. Qian Daoliu's face was glowing, and he had said "good" several times in a row.

As he listened to those words, Lin Mo felt that Qian Daoliu was only one sentence away from saying—

My granddaughter Qian Renxue has the makings of an Angel God.

Qian Renxue turned around and searched the crowd for Lin Mo. Lin Mo gave her a thumbs-up and smiled. "Amazing."

Tears fell from her eyes, but the corners of her mouth lifted high.

After their excitement subsided somewhat, the Enshrinement Hall elders all turned their gazes toward Lin Mo, clearly holding great expectations for him.

It was Lin Mo's turn.

He walked onto the awakening platform, his heart pounding rapidly.

The instant he placed his hand on the Awakening Stone, the dam within him cracked open.

Golden flames shot skyward from his left hand. Behind him, the phantom of a phoenix burning with golden flames spread its wings, and its cry resounded throughout the awakening chamber.

The Light Phoenix—ultimate holiness, ultimate light, and fire that had yet to reach the ultimate level.

But at the same time, black energy surged wildly from his right arm—cold, evil, and dark.

Lin Mo finally understood.

Those two forces from back then had been twin martial souls.

One was the Light Phoenix, and the other was the Heart of Darkness.

He did not know the Heart of Darkness's exact attributes, but he could sense the evil intent within that power.

Without a doubt, his Heart of Darkness possessed an evil attribute.

In Spirit Hall, whose mission was to eradicate evil soul masters, and in the Enshrinement Hall that chiefly worshipped the Six-Winged Angel, the consequences of exposing such a martial soul were impossible to predict.

Of course, Lin Mo subjectively felt that exposure would not really be a major problem.

After all, could anyone believe that the domain of the Angel martial soul was actually raising a successor to the Rakshasa God?

Besides, given Lin Mo's relationship with Qian Daoliu and the others, there would not be much trouble. At most, he would be kept under stricter watch.

After all, during this era, one's martial soul did not yet determine life or death. Things were still relatively lenient.

Still, in Lin Mo's view, it was better to avoid trouble whenever possible.

After all, Bibi Dong's matter was about to come to light. That was the Rakshasa God—when the time came, it would be hard to avoid being implicated.

Bibi Dong, an evil soul master, was already Spirit Hall's greatest scandal. Qian Daoliu certainly would not want to raise a second one.

He clenched his molars.

He mobilized all his spiritual power, building barriers layer by layer and forcefully suppressing the Heart of Darkness.

Phoenix fire and dark ice collided violently in his chest, one cold and one hot, like two blades twisting into his ribcage at once.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his back was instantly drenched in sweat.

Fortunately, in this life, Lin Mo had begun body-tempering training with Golden Crocodile Douluo long ago so that he could better awaken his martial soul and obtain higher-quality soul rings afterward.

His physical condition could still withstand it.

Yet his expression remained properly surprised and excited for an awakening, with even a faint upward curve at the corners of his mouth.

The golden flames were far too dazzling, drawing everyone's attention toward them.

No one noticed the black patterns writhing across his right arm beneath his sleeve, nor did anyone notice the dark glimmer that flashed through the cracks in the Awakening Stone.

In the corner, Guang Ling's brow furrowed slightly, and his fingers paused.

The soul power crystal lit up. Level ten—innate full soul power. "Light Phoenix! Innate full soul power!"

Golden Crocodile burst into laughter. "Good kid! One with level twenty, one with full innate soul power—our Enshrinement Hall is going to defy the heavens!"

Qingluan exclaimed in astonishment again and again.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, his gaze upon Lin Mo filled with admiration.

What pleased him even more were Lin Mo's Martial Soul attributes: light, holiness, and, barring any surprises, fire as well. Moreover, they were of no low grade, reaching the level of an Angel Martial Soul.

Clearly, he was also extremely satisfied with Lin Mo's talent.

Although everyone was somewhat surprised that Lin Mo had awakened a Phoenix Martial Soul, they did not harbor much suspicion.

After all, both of Lin Mo's parents possessed bird-type Martial Souls. It was perfectly normal for his bloodline to exhibit ancestral reversion.

Lin Mo stepped down from the platform, his legs weak as though he were walking on cotton, yet not a single step wavered.

He smiled at Qian Renxue, warm and radiant, exactly as he usually was.

Qian Renxue ran over, grabbed his arm, and shook it excitedly, failing to notice the slight twitch in his right arm the instant she touched it.

After the celebration ended, Qian Renxue quietly tugged at Lin Mo's sleeve.

"Lin Mo, will you come with me to the Papal Hall?"

Her eyes sparkled with cautious hope. She wanted to tell her mother, Bibi Dong, about her innate level twenty soul power.

Lin Mo knew the outcome would most likely not be good, but he could not stop her.

The Papal Hall was vast and cold.

Bibi Dong sat upon the raised platform, dressed in a dark golden robe. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, but as cold as an ice sculpture.

Qian Xunji sat off to the side drinking tea. His gaze swept over the two of them, his expression indifferent.

Qian Renxue walked to the center of the hall and bowed respectfully. "Mother, Xiaoxue has something to tell you. Today, I underwent my Martial Soul awakening. Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, innate soul power level twenty."

Her back was straight, her chin slightly raised, and her eyes gleamed like she were holding out the most precious thing she possessed, waiting for someone to spare it a glance.

Bibi Dong set down her documents and descended from the platform, her heels clicking across the stone tiles.

She stopped before Qian Renxue and looked down at the girl who only reached her waist.

Something surfaced in those beautiful eyes—something deeper than disgust, hatred seeping from the marrow of her bones.

Without a doubt, if Bibi Dong could, the thing she wanted most right now was to kill Qian Renxue.

"Six-Winged Angel, innate level twenty." Her voice was soft, devoid of any discernible emotion.

Slap.

The crisp slap echoed throughout the entire hall.

Qian Renxue's face was knocked to the side, and she staggered. Covering her cheek, she looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.

"Six-Winged Angel."

Bibi Dong enunciated each word. "Wonderful. Another angel. How truly wonderful."

Qian Xunji rose to his feet, frowning as he grabbed her.

"Have you gone mad? She's only six!"

Bibi Dong shook off his hand and turned to walk back. "You Angel Clan people pride yourselves on your nobility, but filthy blood runs through your bones."

"Take your angel bloodline and get out of my world!"

Qian Renxue stood where she was, trembling all over. She did not cry aloud, and her back remained straight, but her entire body shook.

Lin Mo stepped in front of her, shielding her behind him.

He raised his head to look at Bibi Dong's retreating figure, his gaze calm. Beneath that calm lay layer upon layer of coldness.

He knew Bibi Dong's past.

She had been forcibly violated by Qian Xunji, falling from the most gifted young genius to her current state.

Of course, that was also because Bibi Dong had wanted to elope with some young master from the enemy camp.

If that young master had been a good person, it would have been one thing. But she had chosen Yu Xiaogang.

There was nothing Lin Mo could do about that. All he could say was that neither of them was any good. They deserved each other.

Bibi Dong's hatred had a cause; it had roots and justification.

But that was Qian Xunji's sin, not Qian Renxue's.

That poor child, Qian Renxue, had done nothing else wrong.

She had simply been born.

Of course, in Bibi Dong's eyes, Qian Renxue herself was the greatest mistake, an indelible stain.

After all, that could be wiped away, but the child could not be killed.

And Qian Xunji, the instigator of it all, stood to the side with a frown and merely said, "Have you gone mad?" There was more impatience than concern in his tone.

He did not even bend down to see how badly Qian Renxue's face had been struck.

In truth, Lin Mo felt that Qian Xunji did not love Qian Renxue all that much either. As for what Qian Renxue had said in the original work about Qian Xunji treating her very well.

It was very likely that memory had put a filter over things. Besides, Qian Xunji had died relatively early. Compared to Bibi Dong, Qian Xunji did seem much better.

Both the abuser and the victim had settled their accounts on the child.

Lin Mo suppressed these thoughts.

Rushing in would be useless. Cursing them would be useless too.

All he could do now was stand in front of her. As for the rest of the debt, there would be plenty of time to settle it slowly later.

As for Qian Xunji, the plan to capture the Blue Silver Emperor was about to begin. His retribution would come soon enough.

And Bibi Dong—didn't she like that man called Yu Xiaogang?

"Hehe... Yu Xiaogang..."