As long as she passed all nine trials, she could become a god.
As far as she knew, this was unquestionably one of the greatest opportunities a person could encounter in a lifetime.
In fact, if not for Yang Xing, it would have been the greatest opportunity of her life.
When her grandfather Qian Daoliu heard about it, that Rank 99 Peerless Douluo, who had lived for a hundred and fifty years and weathered countless storms, had dropped to his knees and burst into tears.
Yet Yang Xing had simply said, "Your master understands," and "Don't disgrace your master."
It was as though she had told him some trivial detail about her daily cultivation.
Qian Renxue murmured.
"Master..."
The breath trailing off at the end carried a hint of bewilderment and confusion.
Yang Xing saw what was on her mind and chided her with a smile.
"Xue'er, a Divine Trial is indeed a tremendous opportunity."
He set down his teacup and tilted his head at her.
"But surely you don't think you're the only one to encounter one? That your master hasn't?"
Qian Renxue froze.
Her eyes lit up, and she blurted out without thinking.
"Master, you have a Divine Trial too? Doesn't that mean that even if I pass mine and enter the Divine Realm someday, I can still stay with you forever?"
The instant those words left her mouth, she went stiff.
A blush quickly spread across her face.
"I-I meant that if I ever have the chance to become a god and go to the Divine Realm, I can still follow you and learn from you. That's what I meant."
The more she explained, the quieter her voice became, until it was almost inaudible.
Yang Xing smiled warmly and repeated himself three times.
"I understand, I understand.