High above the ground, gale-force winds lashed his face. Ye Chenxing beat his six wings and felt an exhilarating rush.
In his life on Azure Star, humanity had dreamed of conquering the skies since ancient times, even spending thousands of years researching how to do so.
On Douluo Continent, before flying Soul Tools were developed, the ability to fly had also been a privilege reserved for only a few people and Titled Douluo.
Now, he could fly through the air without relying on any external aid. Honestly... it felt amazing!
Ye Chenxing wanted to shout like a tourist riding a roller coaster, but with an Angel God silently watching beside him, he could only hold it in.
As the Master, he had to maintain his image!
"Saber, how did you feel the first time you flew?"
Saber, who was following behind him, froze slightly and blinked her beautiful eyes. She clearly had not expected her Master to ask such a question.
She then lowered her head in thought. Whether it was because too much time had passed and she had forgotten her first flight, or because flying held some special meaning for her, she remained silent for an especially long time.
Just as Ye Chenxing began wondering whether he had said something wrong, she finally raised her head and spoke with a serious expression.
"Master, I gained the ability to fly when my Martial Soul awakened at the age of six. To me, flight is merely a basic means of movement. From a tactical perspective, it is indeed highly significant, but it does not bring any particular emotional response."
"..."
Ye Chenxing suddenly felt uncertain.
From the moment he had first seen her, he had always had an answer in his heart regarding Saber's identity.
But why did this person feel somewhat different from the one in the original story he had read in his previous life?
He could not be sure...
I need to check my hand!
"Come to think of it, it may be a little late to ask now." Ye Chenxing slowed down and asked Saber.
"What is your true name?"
The girl froze slightly before answering softly.
"I am the Angel God of Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago. My name is Qian Renxue."
So it really was Qian Renxue.
Hearing the answer he had expected, Ye Chenxing silently nodded, but his confusion did not lessen.
She felt completely unlike the Qian Renxue from the original story—the one with a tragic childhood in the early stages, who schemed and plotted through palace drama in the middle, was set up by the Sea God later on, became love-struck after ascending to godhood, and ultimately lost to Tang San.
"Ahem, back to business. Saber, let's complete the contract." Ye Chenxing cleared his throat. "You should know that the Soul Power maintaining your peak state is actually limited."
"As a product of my Martial Soul, since I am the one supplying your energy, your original level naturally cannot exceed mine," Ye Chenxing explained. "What you are using now is surplus energy borrowed from the Golden Tree. It is not a long-term solution to keep consuming it like this. Rather than wasting it, we should complete the contract and store the remaining energy for use at a critical moment."
After reaching an agreement, the two descended into a secluded valley below.
Qian Renxue circulated her Soul Power and slowly raised her hand. Ye Chenxing extended his right hand and gently clasped it. The instant he touched her, he found her hand slightly cool, as smooth and delicate as fine white jade, soft and boneless. An unusual flutter inevitably rose in his heart.
As their Soul Power circuits connected completely, Saber's aura began to plummet rapidly.
From a Limit Douluo, she fell to an ordinary Titled Douluo, then Soul Douluo, Soul Saint, Spirit Emperor, Soul King... declining smoothly all the way until she finally stopped at the Soul Grandmaster level, equal to Ye Chenxing's own.
At the same time, a searing pain came from the back of Ye Chenxing's hand. Something he had heard about countless times in his second life, yet was seeing for the first time, slowly emerged.
Command Spells!
They were three scarlet markings intertwined like sharp swords. At a critical moment, they could allow the Heroic Spirit bound by the contract to briefly regain its peak strength. There were only three chances in total, making them a trump card for saving his life.
It was just a pity he could no longer take the civil service exam.
As he examined the markings on the back of his hand, Ye Chenxing's vision suddenly blurred, and the scene before him changed abruptly.
When his sight focused again, he found himself standing in the center of a resplendent golden hall.
Directly ahead stood an Angel statue over ten meters tall. Six enormous wings spread behind it, as though they would blot out the entire hall.
Beneath the statue stood two figures, one large and one small.
"Grandpa, why am I different from everyone else? They all have fathers and mothers. Where are mine?"
"Xue'er, your parents gave their lives for our Spirit Hall. But do not worry. They have both gone to the side of our great god. Once you become the Angel God, you will be able to see them."
"Mhm, Grandpa, then Xue'er will definitely work hard and become the Angel God soon. Then our family of four can be together every day."
"Xue'er is such a good girl. Tomorrow is the day your Martial Soul awakens. This is the first step toward becoming the Angel God, so go rest early today..."
"Could these two be...?"
Ye Chenxing had just opened his mouth when footsteps sounded behind him.
He instinctively stepped aside, but the other person had no intention of going around him and walked straight toward him—then actually passed right through him.
Ye Chenxing froze in place. He lowered his head to look at his chest, then looked at the other person. She was a maid, currently bowing to the old man before taking the little girl's hand and leading her away.
"What exactly is going on?"
Ye Chenxing tried to understand the situation. He suddenly recalled an anime from his first life, where a certain guy who shouted about freedom every day had taken his brother to see their father's memories. It had probably been something like this.
"And I remember that old man from Einzbern seemed to have told me I would see the Heroic Spirit's experiences. I should've listened properly back then..."
Beneath the statue, the old man slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and weary. "Great god, please forgive me for deceiving little Xue. But the truth... is simply too cruel for her."
The moment he saw this environment, Ye Chenxing had already formed a guess. Now, after hearing the old man's words, his identity was practically obvious to Ye Chenxing, who knew the plot of the first Douluo story well—
The old man was Qian Daoliu, Spirit Hall's Level 99 Peerless Douluo and the Angel God's High Priest.
And the little girl called Little Xue was naturally his granddaughter, the future Angel God, Qian Renxue.
Now that he knew who they were, the truth Qian Daoliu spoke of was naturally no secret to Ye Chenxing, and his earlier guess had been confirmed.
This was probably Qian Renxue's past.
But something still felt off. Bibi Dong was clearly still alive, so why had Qian Daoliu said she was dead?
Could it be because he feared that young Qian Renxue would be unable to accept that her mother hated her? That did make sense.
As he pondered this, a voice from behind interrupted him.
"Big Brother, if Little Xue learns the truth, she will hate you."
An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in golden robes embroidered with silver, walked in from outside the hall. Unlike Qian Daoliu's restrained temperament, this man radiated a far more domineering presence, and his aura was only slightly weaker.
He was none other than the Second Worship, the Level 98 Super Douluo, Golden Crocodile.
Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh, his voice filled with desolation.
"It does not matter. I simply do not want Xue'er to know all this at such a young age."
"After all, Xunji was the one who was wrong. He laid hands on his own disciple, causing a rising star of our Spirit Hall to lose all interest in cultivation, sink into depression, and die of sorrow after giving birth to Xue'er."
"He himself was also insufficient in cultivation and coveted a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, only to be severely injured and killed by Tang Chen's grandson."
What the hell?
Ye Chenxing could not believe his ears.
Bibi Dong had lost all interest in cultivation and died of depression? Qian Xunji had not been finished off by Bibi Dong, but had instead been solo-killed by Tang Hao?
Had he transmigrated?
Oh, wait. It seemed he had already transmigrated in the first place.
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