Qian Renxue's Transcendent Spirit Rings

Leave Ah Yin in Evil Eye's care and make sure Tang Hao did not get a single bite of meat.

After many years, Qian Xunyi finally returned to Spirit City.

Just as he was preparing to head to the Consecration Hall, a flash of golden light appeared, and Qian Xunji suddenly showed up before him.

A little golden-haired girl, only reaching his thigh, stood beside him.

"My little brother, you're finally back. Your brother has missed you so much," Qian Xunji said. "Come, come, let me introduce you. This is my daughter, your niece, Qian Renxue."

Then he said to Qian Renxue, "Xue'er, this is your uncle, Qian Xunyi."

Qian Renxue obediently said, "Hello, Uncle."

Qian Xunyi lowered his head and stroked Qian Renxue's hair. "Hello, Xue'er."

Looking at the adorable golden-haired little girl before him, Qian Xunyi naturally would not drag his conflict with Qian Xunji into her life.

But Qian Xunji might not feel the same.

"Xue'er inherited my outstanding bloodline and possesses the most orthodox Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul." Qian Xunji put particular emphasis on the word "orthodox," his pride plainly on display.

"The moment Xue'er awakened her Martial Soul, her Six-Winged Angel even made Father feel a trace of suppression. She also received God-Bestowed Ten Levels of Soul Power. Father said that, barring any accidents, Xue'er would become the next Angel God, and I would become the Angel God's father."

Qian Xunji continued, "And that's not all. You're not the only one who can break the limits on Soul Ring absorption. My daughter can do it too. Come, Xue'er, show your uncle your first two Soul Rings."

Qian Renxue did not know about the conflict between her father and Qian Xunyi, but she obediently activated her Martial Soul.

"Well? My daughter is impressive, isn't she?"

"Not bad. Pretty damn good." Qian Xunyi turned to Qian Xunji. "Then, Brother Ji, congratulations in advance on becoming the Angel God's father."

As he spoke, Qian Xunyi looked at Qian Renxue. This was their first meeting, and he wondered whether he ought to give her a gift.

Whale Glue? Whale Glue below a hundred thousand years was already of little use to Qian Renxue. He had Whale Glue above a hundred thousand years, but it was not suitable as a first-meeting gift.

Soul Bones? They were fine to give to others, but not Qian Renxue. She had divine equipment. Unless it was an External Soul Bone—he did have one, and he could give it to her—but before Qian Xunji, he did not want his foolish Brother Ji to get any benefit from it.

After thinking it over, Qian Xunyi took out an enormous-capacity storage soul tool necklace he had swiped from Sun-Moon and handed it to Qian Renxue. "Xue'er, this is Uncle's gift for you. The storage crystal inside has a capacity of thirty cubic meters and can hold many things."

Qian Renxue put the necklace around her neck and smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Uncle."

Qian Xunji, standing behind them, frowned slightly. This was a little different from what he had expected.

Shouldn't his little brother have been jealous and resentful that he had such a precious daughter?

Forget it, no need to think about it. At any rate, he had finally gained the upper hand over him. Once Xue'er became a god, it would be time for him to properly deal with his foolish little brother.

Back at the Consecration Hall.

Qian Daoliu greeted him with a fist to the shoulder. "You brat, after running off for so many years, you finally remembered to come back."

"Hm?" Qian Daoliu quickly realized something was wrong. He had merely punched Qian Xunyi's shoulder without using much strength, yet it felt as though his fist had struck an immovable mountain.

With that thought, Qian Daoliu increased his strength, yet he still could not move Qian Xunyi even half a step.

"Old man, what are you doing?" Qian Xunyi asked meaningfully.

"Your strength?" Qian Daoliu looked puzzled.

"Level ninety-eight!"

"How could you cultivate so quickly?" Qian Daoliu could hardly believe it.

"Because I have another Martial Soul." At that moment, Qian Xunyi finally confessed the matter of his second Martial Soul to Qian Daoliu.

Seeing the Soul Rings on Qian Xunyi's second Martial Soul, each one red tinged with gold or gold tinged with red, even the well-traveled Qian Daoliu could not help swallowing. "These Soul Rings of yours...?"

"They're all Ferocious Beast Spirit Rings." Qian Xunyi began with the Ice Empress and introduced the origins of each of his Soul Rings.

"I never imagined there were so many Ferocious Beasts in this world." Qian Daoliu could not conceal his shock.

Looking at Qian Xunyi's Ferocious Beast Spirit Rings, he was so envious his balls turned purple. In this era, fewer than five people possessed Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings. Golden Crocodile had one, and Tang Chen had one, both forcibly absorbed through sheer grit. Bo Saixi's Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring was a reward from a God Trial. He himself could have had one too—ah, every word was tears. Yet his son had two Martial Souls and a full nine Soul Rings above a hundred thousand years. Seven were Ferocious Beast Spirit Rings, and two were even 990,000-year Soul Rings, nearly a million years old. Comparing people really could make one furious.

Fortunately, he was his son.

"Wait, that's not right. All these years, you went off to hunt so many terrifying Ferocious Beasts? Why didn't you tell me? At the very least, when you hunted them, I could have dispatched the consecrators to assist you," Qian Daoliu said.

"If I had told you, do you think you would have allowed me to absorb Soul Rings of that level?" Qian Xunyi asked.

Qian Daoliu fell silent. Indeed, with his cautious nature, if he had known his son possessed a second Martial Soul, he would have sought the most perfect Soul Ring configuration possible for him. But in his eyes, perfection meant no more than nine Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings.

How could he possibly have allowed him to risk absorbing even more terrifying Ferocious Beast Spirit Rings?

"But you still shouldn't have... What if something had happened to you?" Qian Daoliu said.

"Father, don't you see? I'm perfectly fine," Qian Xunyi said.

"Fine." Qian Daoliu punched Qian Xunyi's shoulder twice more. "You brat, you hid it well. You actually have two Martial Souls, and you even kept it from your father. Fine..."

He continued, "Before, you had only one Angel Martial Soul. The Angel Martial Soul locked your upper limit. You could not become the Angel God, which meant you were destined never to become a god. But now, with another Martial Soul, perhaps you can pursue something greater and strive to win a new divine inheritance for our Angel Clan."

"Father, I will naturally become a god," Qian Xunyi said with absolute certainty.

His Martial Souls could already render him invincible in this universe even without becoming a god. He did not need to seek out a divine inheritance; everything would fall into place naturally. There was no threshold. Once he crossed that step, he would become a Level-100 God.

"It is naturally best that you have such confidence, but becoming a god is not something you can achieve just because you want to." Qian Daoliu said, "Whether it is the Overlord Body or the Overlord Angel, your Martial Souls are both extraordinarily powerful—Martial Souls capable of suppressing an era. If they can be passed down like the Six-Winged Angel, then in the future age when no gods emerge, it will be the age of our Spirit Hall. Your elder brother already has a daughter, so tell me, when will you let me hold a grandson too?"