Eighteen Years Old, a God-Tier Awakening Twelve Years Late!

Inside the luxurious and spacious carriage.

Eighteen-year-old Ye Yuan sat straight, looking at the blonde girl sitting opposite him, resting her chin in her hands with bright eyes blinking incessantly at him, only to feel immense pressure.

This girl was around eighteen years old, her golden hair like a waterfall, her skin as white as snow, and a pair of lovely eyes rippling like autumn water.

She wore a form-fitting white-gold long dress that outlined her already astonishingly developed figure to the fullest, a fatal temptation shining through her holy nobility.

Qian Renxue; at this moment she was the same age as Ye Yuan, both eighteen.

Yet it was this young mistress of Spirit Hall whose gaze toward Ye Yuan at this moment was so scorching it felt as if it could melt a person.

Ye Yuan muttered inwardly.

What kind of divine scenario is this?

I am clearly a time-traveler, having lived as an ordinary person in this world for eighteen years, so why was I suddenly waylaid by angel young mistress Qian Renxue who is the same age as me?

Could it really be that this handsome face of mine allows me to do whatever I want?

When he was six years old, he had participated in the spirit awakening full of anticipation, only to awaken a rusty small bronze bell covered in cracks and lacking any spirit power.

For a full twelve years, he had muddled along under the moniker of having a trash spirit, assuming this lifetime would just pass by like that.

Yet today, this eighteen-year-old number one beauty of the entire continent, Qian Renxue, had suddenly descended from the heavens, crying her eyes out the moment she saw him and dragging him straight onto the carriage.

"Xiaoyuan, you..."

Qian Renxue looked at the handsome, upright, yet somewhat flustered youth before her, her lovely eyes filled not only with pity, but even more with confusion and shock.

How can he be eighteen?

In my memories, Xiaoyuan at this point in time should clearly be only five and a half years old! Why is he already an eighteen-year-old adult man when I found him!

Tidal waves surged in Qian Renxue's heart.

She racked her brains but could not figure it out, wondering if it was because Xiaoyuan had used his spirit to restart the continent, causing his own space-time to become disordered, so that his body had not shrunk along with the reversed time.

Looking at this face before her, which was even more handsome than in her past life and carried a trace of mature, masculine charm, Qian Renxue's heartbeat skipped a beat involuntarily, her pretty face growing slightly warm.

"Xue'er, where are we actually going?" Ye Yuan could not help asking.

He naturally would not have dared to call her that directly, but he had no choice; every time he called Qian Renxue by her full name or some other address, Qian Renxue would stare at him with a look that said, "If you act so distant again, I'll cry for you to see."

"Taking you home, back to our home."

Qian Renxue collected her thoughts, smiled faintly, and naturally shifted to Ye Yuan's side, reaching out to hook her arm through his as she pressed a large portion of her delicate body against him.

Feeling the astonishing elasticity transmitting from his arm and the girl's unique cold fragrance, Ye Yuan's body instantly stiffened.

Damn it! Is this really not a test of a cadre's weak points!

Half a day later, the carriage stopped before the towering pope's palace.

When Ye Yuan was led by the hand into the grand hall by Qian Renxue, his breathing instantly tightened.

On the high throne, a peerless, brilliant golden figure instantly drifted down, stopping before Ye Yuan accompanied by a wave of cold and noble faint fragrance.

Bibi Dong!

She looked to be only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, the passage of time leaving no traces on her face, instead depositing a sort of mature nobility and allure.

However, upon seeing the Ye Yuan that Qian Renxue was holding hands with, Bibi Dong froze entirely in place, her lovely eyes filled with utter bewilderment and shock.

Eighteen years old?

How could he be eighteen years old?

She had clearly made preparations to embrace a cute, five-and-half-year-old chubby toddler, so how was the one brought back a tall, handsome youth who was half a head taller than Qian Renxue?

"Xue'er, this..." Bibi Dong subconsciously looked toward Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue shook her head gently, signaling that she was also unsure of the reason.

Looking at this breathtakingly beautiful pope, and recalling the endless injunctions Qian Renxue had given him along the way, Ye Yuan could only bite the bullet, step forward, and bow respectfully:

"Foster... foster mother?"

Hearing this form of address, the fingers with which Bibi Dong was stroking Ye Yuan's cheek stiffened slightly.

She looked at the dashing, high-spirited eighteen-year-old hunk before her, and then thought about how her own appearance now only looked twenty-six or twenty-seven...

Making an eighteen-year-old handsome young man call her foster mother?

No matter how one looked at it, this scene felt bizarre.

Bibi Dong narrowed her phoenix eyes, frowning slightly as if somewhat displeased, and corrected him gently:

"Do not call me foster mother, it makes me sound old. Xiaoyuan, in the future... call me Sister Dong'er."

"Ah?" Ye Yuan was instantly dumbfounded.

Making the pope of Spirit Hall call him sister?

And such an intimate address as Sister Dong'er!

Qian Renxue's body at the side also instantly stiffened.

She whipped her head around, casting a suspicious and guarded glance at Bibi Dong.

Wait... Sister Dong'er, this isn't what we agreed on!

I gave him endless warnings all the way here, insisting Xiaoyuan call you foster mother precisely to nail your seniority firmly among the elders! Yet look at you; the moment you see an eighteen-year-old Xiaoyuan, you flip the table and want to be Sister Dong'er! You are clearly cheating!

Noticing Qian Renxue's piercingly suspicious gaze, Bibi Dong's expression remained unchanged as she simply took Ye Yuan's hand of her own accord, speaking softly:

"Xiaoyuan, just call me Sister Dong'er, be a good boy."

"Uh... Don, Sister Dong'er." Bearing Qian Renxue's resentful gaze, Ye Yuan bit the bullet and called out.

"Good boy."

Bibi Dong broke into a smile, blooming instantly like a hundred flowers opening all at once. Caring no longer for the majesty of the pope, she pulled this tall, handsome youth tightly into her embrace.

Ye Yuan's face sank directly into a patch of warm, full softness, leaving only a blank void in his mind.

This makes no sense! Even Her Holiness the Pope knows me? And she's this enthusiastic?

And the atmosphere between these two... why does it feel so strange? Did I save the galaxy in my past life or something?

Just as the atmosphere inside the hall became extremely bizarre and ambiguous, hurried footsteps sounded from outside.

"Reporting to the pope, the second elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, requests an audience!"

Bibi Dong instantly reined in the gentleness on her face, shielding Ye Yuan behind her as she recovered an ice-cold, piercing majesty: "Enter."

The hall doors flew open, and Golden Crocodile Douluo strode in with several elders.

Pointing at a glowing blue bone and a sealed bundle of blue silver grass on the floor, Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed loudly:

"Your Holiness, my subordinates and I intercepted Tang Hao in Holy Spirit Village. That scoundrel Tang Hao detonated all nine rings, heavily injuring himself as he fled for his life, and this old man has already crippled his right arm and half his body! It's a pity Tang San got away..."

"In addition, your subordinates also fished out this hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone, along with the true form of Tang Hao's hundred-thousand-year spirit beast wife, the Blue Silver Grass!"

Boom!

Standing behind Bibi Dong, Ye Yuan's brain exploded instantly.

Tang Hao was crippled? Tang San got away?

A Yin and the hundred-thousand-year spirit bone were snatched?

This is bloody just the start! Tang San is only five, right? He hasn't even awakened his spirit yet, and he got spawn-camped by five full-level accounts from Spirit Hall!

This worldline is way too absurdly broken!