Qian Xunji's Little God-Creation Plan

The system panel gained another function. It was very simple and could be used to forge Divine Artifacts.

One Divine Artifact could be forged using two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Bones.

A Super Divine Artifact required three Ferocious Beast Spirit Bones, or one Divine Beast Spirit Bone, for forging.

Aside from Spirit Bones, Immortal Herbs, Gold of Life, and other rare materials of equivalent value could also be used as ingredients.

Qian Xunyi could decide a Divine Artifact's functions, but the materials needed to match its functional attributes as closely as possible in order to bring out its full potential.

Qian Xunyi already had three Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Bones in his possession, enough for one forging attempt, but he was not satisfied with the level of a Divine Artifact.

His goal was a Super Divine Artifact.

After the Soul Hunt ended, he returned to Spirit City with Qian Daoliu.

Inside the Papal Hall.

Qian Xunji sat upon the Pope's throne, with a wine-red-haired young girl attending at his side. Her name was Bibi Dong. Below them stood four people: Qian Xunji's Four Guardian Hall Douluo. The veteran powerhouses Golden Bell and Silver Hammer were Rank 94 Title Douluo, while Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were newly advanced Rank 91 Title Douluo.

The doors of the Papal Hall opened.

Qian Xunyi walked in, and everyone's gaze instinctively turned toward him.

"Little brother, you finished your Soul Hunt so quickly? Which ninety-thousand-year Soul Beast did you find? Let your elder brother have a look. It's fine even if it isn't a hundred-thousand-year one. As long as it's good enough," Qian Xunji said.

Qian Xunyi activated his Soul Rings.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, red.

The nine Transcendent Spirit Rings nearly blinded Qian Xunji. Especially those two blood-red Soul Rings—they hurt his eyes just to look at them.

"Another Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring." Qian Xunji swallowed hard, so jealous he could barely breathe. Damn it, I don't even have a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring myself.

"Brother Xunji, my eighth Soul Ring was already a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. How could I settle for a ninety-thousand-year Soul Ring for my ninth? Don't you agree?" Qian Xunyi said teasingly.

Qian Xunji forced an ugly smile. "Right, right. Then congratulations, little brother, on obtaining another Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring."

"Martial Uncle, how did you manage to absorb Soul Rings beyond your limit?" Bibi Dong asked from the side, putting on an adorable, innocent expression.

"I'll be taking my leave first, Brother Xunji." Qian Xunyi directly ignored Bibi Dong's cute act. He gave Qian Xunji a meaningful look, then glanced at Bibi Dong before leaving.

Bibi Dong's lovely face stiffened.

Qian Xunji sat on the Pope's throne with his fists clenched tightly, staring in the direction Qian Xunyi had left. Deep in his eyes, his emotions churned unpredictably.

Qian Xunji had become a Title Douluo at the age of fifty. Such talent would have made him a top genius anywhere in the outside world, but his misfortune was that he had been born into the Angel Clan. Compared to the Angel Clan's members of the past, his talent was the worst.

Not only was his talent the worst, but he had not even gained the recognition of the Angel God Examination.

Without that damned little brother, Qian Daoliu would not have said anything. But once that brother appeared, Qian Xunji could no longer compare in any way. When they were young, Qian Xunji could still use his authority as Pope to restrict Qian Xunyi's growth and suppress him. But by the time Qian Xunyi reached Rank 70, he could knock down Qian Xunji, a Soul Douluo, with one hand. Later, Qian Xunji became a Title Douluo first, yet less than a year later, Qian Xunyi had caught up.

That damned monster—who had let him out of his cage?

The only thing that reassured Qian Xunji was that Qian Xunyi's Martial Soul had mutated. Just like him, Qian Xunyi had failed to gain the recognition of their divine ancestor and could not enjoy even the slightest benefit of a divine examination.

What truly made Qian Xunji feel like he was sitting on pins and needles was his father Qian Daoliu's arrangement: Qian Xunji would take the Pope's throne, while Qian Xunyi would inherit the position of Spirit Hall's Adjudication Elder. It was meant to be fair to both sides, but Qian Xunji always felt that Qian Xunyi's eyes deliberately or inadvertently lingered on his Pope's throne. That damned bastard was coveting his throne.

"Teacher." The stiffness faded from Bibi Dong's face, and she looked at her master with an innocent expression. "Do you know why Martial Uncle can absorb Soul Rings beyond the limit?"

"Well, this..." I don't know... Qian Xunji did not even know what Whale Glue was, so naturally he could not answer his beloved disciple's question. He could only change the subject. "Dong'er, don't dwell on it too much. You'll be able to do it in the future as well. What are Qian Xunyi's two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings worth? Once you cultivate your first Martial Soul to its limit, your second Martial Soul will start with Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings. Adding several Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings won't be a problem."

But that isn't the answer I wanted. Bibi Dong pouted in dissatisfaction. She could tell that her teacher did not know this secret either. It seemed Xiao Gang's assignment could not be completed.

Qian Xunji had no idea what his beloved disciple was thinking. At the moment, something else occupied his mind.

Looking at Bibi Dong, who was growing more beautiful by the day, Qian Xunji began to entertain other thoughts.

Qian Xunji had accepted his fate. He might never surpass Qian Xunyi in this life, but he could have descendants inherit his will.

His father had once said that Qian Xunyi was the most promising member of the Angel Clan in ten thousand years to inherit the Angel Godhood. Unfortunately, his Martial Soul had mutated, and he had been rejected by the Angel God.

That reminded Qian Xunji of something. Qian Xunyi's Martial Soul had mutated, so he was destined to be unable to become a god. If his bloodline inherited that so-called Overlord Angel Martial Soul as well, then the divine ancestor's legacy would be forever beyond Qian Xunyi's branch.

Although Qian Xunji's Six-Winged Angel was inferior to Qian Xunyi's Overlord Angel, it was still an orthodox Angel capable of inheriting the Angel Godhood. His own talent might be lacking, but if a child who inherited his Martial Soul possessed sufficient talent—talent on Qian Xunyi's level—and inherited the Angel Godhood, then would he not be set for life?

When that time came, with a son who had become an Angel God supporting him, would Qian Xunyi not be at his mercy? No matter how impressive Qian Xunyi was, what did it matter? Without becoming a god, he would ultimately remain an ant.

However, if he wanted an exceptionally gifted descendant to carry on his will, he needed an outstanding mother to bear that child. Qian Xunji could not help setting his sights on his own beloved disciple.

At that moment, the bond between master and disciple had changed.

Qian Xunji felt that Dong'er had gradually reached the age when she could become a wife. It was time for him to develop something beyond the affection between master and disciple with her. Dong'er respected him so much; surely, once he made a few special little requests, she would not refuse.

Still, he had heard that Dong'er had recently been spending a great deal of time with a Rank 29 waste from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, someone named Yu something Gang.

Well, that was merely a minor disturbance. Dong'er could never possibly fall for a waste who would never cross the threshold of Rank 30 in his lifetime, Qian Xunji thought matter-of-factly.

Thus, once the idea of creating a god arose, Qian Xunji could no longer contain it.