I Raised a God

The frantic knocking and cries of "Senior Brother, Senior Brother!" from outside grew louder and louder.

Su Mu had only just returned and, afraid that Bibi Dong would simply break down the door, hurriedly got up to open it. The instant the door opened, Bibi Dong was already prepared to force her way in.

As soon as the door opened, Bibi Dong lost her balance and lunged toward Su Mu with the momentum.

Su Mu caught Bibi Dong.

"You scared me half to death, Senior Brother. What happened? I kept knocking, but no one answered."

Bibi Dong rubbed against Su Mu's embrace twice and sniffed him. She liked it even more, nuzzling her head against him as her legs lightly brushed up and down.

Su Mu's next action forcibly interrupted her.

She was pushed away, then Su Mu knocked her on the head.

"Let's go. To the Pope's Palace."

Su Mu reminded Bibi Dong to follow him.

"Coming."

Bibi Dong called out, snapping slightly out of her previous state.

She patted her cheeks twice before fully waking up and immediately followed Su Mu.

When they arrived at the Pope's Palace, Qian Xunji was leisurely enjoying breakfast and drinking tea.

Noticing the palace doors open, he saw his two fine disciples.

"Xiao Mu, Dong'er, why have you come so early? What is it?"

Bibi Dong said, "I followed Senior Brother here."

"What does Xiao Mu need?"

Qian Xunji continued drinking his tea and gestured for Su Mu to speak.

"Teacher, please look!"

Su Mu activated his martial soul, and a six-winged Destruction Angel appeared throughout the grand hall.

Purple-black light filled the entire hall, and the power of its attributes was enough to make one suffocate.

"This is—"

Qian Xunji instantly spat out the tea in his mouth, staring at Su Mu's martial soul in disbelief.

Magnificent dark crimson armor, three pairs of black wings, and an aura that made one's heart tremble.

"Senior Brother, you have a second martial soul?"

Bibi Dong's eyes widened in disbelief.

After just one night, Senior Brother had changed so much. Moreover, his current self was even more shocking than when he was possessed by the Wish Angel.

"Teacher, this is my second martial soul, the Destruction Angel!"

Su Mu answered very calmly.

The Destruction Angel gripped the Destruction Sacred Sword, raised it above its head, and began radiating waves of destructive aura.

"Destruction Angel."

Qian Xunji seemed to have heard something unbelievable. He directly threw away the teacup in his hand, overturned the table before him, and strode quickly toward Su Mu.

"Xiao Mu, how did you awaken a second martial soul? And one your teacher has never even heard of."

"Destruction Angel... could it be another mutated martial soul?"

Qian Xunji stood before Su Mu, looking at the martial soul behind him. It was even more oppressive than the Six-Winged Angel.

"Teacher, my second martial soul came as a gift from a God King."

Su Mu answered truthfully.

"Huh?"

Upon hearing those words, the excited Qian Xunji's body stiffened slightly.

He thought he had heard wrong.

"Say that again?" Qian Xunji pressed.

"My second martial soul came from the Destruction God King."

Su Mu repeated it word by word.

Qian Xunji paused, unable to react for a moment.

His eldest disciple, Su Mu, had obtained the second martial soul, the Destruction Angel, from the Destruction God King in the heavens.

Awakening a second martial soul alone was exciting enough, but when all the other factors were put together, something felt very wrong.

"Senior Brother, does that mean you met a god?"

Bibi Dong was the first to react and immediately asked.

"That's right, and I've already received a Divine Throne Inheritance."

Su Mu smiled faintly.

As soon as those words came out, Qian Xunji's breathing became rushed.

A Divine Throne Inheritance. He understood Divine Throne Inheritances better than anyone; his own father was the Angel God's representative in the mortal world.

"I raised a god."

Qian Xunji muttered to himself, clutching his pounding heart, afraid that he would not be able to endure it.

A Soul Ancestor already had a divine throne, and it was even that of a God King. Just from the name alone, it was clearly a level above ordinary gods.

The Angel God was a god, while the Destruction God King was a king.

My disciple truly is extraordinary.

What Clear Sky Sect? What Tang Hao?

When we meet in the Soul Master Tournament, I'll crush every last one of you.

"Ha ha ha!!!"

After a bout of palpitations, Qian Xunji suddenly burst into loud laughter.

His voice echoed through the Pope's Palace, and even the guards outside heard him laughing.

"What's with the Pope today? Why is he so happy?"

"Who knows?"

The two guards exchanged remarks.

"Senior Brother, do you think Teacher has gone mad?"

Bibi Dong poked Su Mu's shoulder.

Teacher had been deep in thought just moments ago, then suddenly burst into laughter. It was completely baffling.

Teacher had always been so composed before. When had he ever lost control like this?

"Who knows?"

Su Mu was equally confused. As long as Teacher was happy, that was all that mattered.

After putting away his martial soul, Su Mu rubbed his stomach. Just as he began feeling hungry, something was suddenly stuffed into his mouth.

"You're hungry, right? Good thing I brought some food."

Bibi Dong said with a smile.

Su Mu immediately began filling his stomach.

Watching Su Mu eat, Bibi Dong felt even more anticipation for her future Senior Brother.

With the Destruction Angel martial soul, Su Mu was no longer merely a support-type soul master. He was now a soul master with both healing and offensive capabilities.

And when the Destruction Angel had manifested just now, the pressure it released had been even stronger than when Teacher had unleashed the Six-Winged Angel.

Just wait, Tang Hao. Watch my Senior Brother stomp you into the ground.

After quite a while, Qian Xunji barely managed to calm down.

"Xiao Mu, Teacher congratulates you. Then I'll take you to meet my father, the Grand Consecrator."

Such wonderful news for Spirit Hall naturally had to be shared with Qian Daoliu, who was still in the Worship Hall. As someone who had nearly touched upon a divine throne, he surely understood more than Qian Xunji did.

Su Mu nodded.

Then Qian Xunji brought Su Mu and Bibi Dong to the Worship Hall.

When they quickly arrived inside the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu was chatting with Golden Crocodile Douluo. Azure Luan Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, and several others stood nearby.

"Father!"

Qian Xunji stepped into the hall, and this shout was even louder than before.

"Ji'er, what is it? Why are you grinning so happily?"

After being interrupted mid-sentence, Qian Daoliu looked up at his grinning eldest son.

Just as he was about to get angry, Qian Xunji pulled over a chair beside him and sat down directly, crossing his legs. He looked so arrogant and punchable, as though he were saying, "Old man, go cook me a couple of dishes."

"You unfilial brat!"

Seeing Qian Xunji acting like this, Qian Daoliu's face immediately flushed red with anger.

"Wait, Father. It won't be too late to draw your conclusions after you see Xiao Mu's martial soul."

Qian Xunji said with a chuckle.

He had wanted to do this for a long time. Since Xiao Mu had brought him so many surprises this time, he naturally had to do what he had not dared to do before.

"Isn't Xiao Mu's martial soul the Wish Angel?" Qian Daoliu asked doubtfully. "Could it be that he has a second martial soul?"

"You guessed right." Qian Xunji smiled and immediately had Su Mu reveal his second martial soul.