Qian Renxue's Longing for Freedom

In the God Realm, within Asura God's Temple,

Asura God sat upon the Asura Throne, his face full of worry.

Watching Tang San's performance on Douluo Continent, he increasingly began to wonder whether the successor he had chosen was truly reliable.

Having feelings was a good thing, but was Tang San not taking them a little too seriously?

All because of one woman, Tang San had shouted at the senior who had granted him power and saved his life twice.

Was this not being so devoted that he was starting to look like a simp?

"Alas, forget it. He is the one I chose, after all."

Asura God shook his head. Even if he regretted it, Tang San was still the one he had chosen. At worst, he could retrain him later.

On Douluo Continent, within Slaughter City, Tang San stared at the Asura God Statue before him with bloodshot eyes.

In his view, Asura God had been fully capable of taking both him and Xiao Wu away.

Yet Asura God had taken only him. It could be said that Xiao Wu's death was partly Asura God's responsibility!

"Tang San, that wisp of divine power could only teleport you back. Besides, after a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast dies, its soul and a trace of its origin enter its Soul Bone. As long as the Soul Bone remains, you can still revive her once you become a god."

There was a hint of helplessness in Asura's voice.

Upon hearing that, the redness in Tang San's eyes gradually faded.

Yet his heart still ached.

After all, Xiao Wu voluntarily sacrificing herself for him and being killed were both deaths, but the outcomes were completely different.

At the very least, if Xiao Wu sacrificed herself for him, she would not have to suffer, and her death would have held greater meaning.

"Then, Senior Asura God, what should I do about my Fourth Exam?"

Tang San took a deep breath. Xiao Wu was gone, and so was his great-grandfather. How was he supposed to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast now?

He might have been strong, but he still was not a match for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Was he supposed to seek help from that teacher of his?

What a joke. That teacher's current strength was not even comparable to his own!

And with his great-grandfather's prior guidance, that teacher had become nothing more than a mascot.

Every day in Slaughter City, he frantically sniffed his own farts in order to inherit the Fart God's Divine Position.

"It is fine. With me here, go hunt it without concern. When the time comes, I will teach you several Divine Skills. Although with your current strength, you can only unleash one-tenth of their power, that will be more than enough to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

There was a trace of confidence in Asura God's voice. What Tang San considered a monumental problem did not even count as a problem in his eyes.

Tang San's eyes immediately lit up.

It was good that his great-grandfather had died! After his death, Senior Asura God was both helping him plan how to pass the Fourth Exam and teaching him Divine Skills.

Of course, Tang San still felt deeply pained by his great-grandfather's death. No matter what, that had been family.

"Thank you, Senior Asura God. This junior will certainly cultivate with all his heart and never disgrace the reputation of these Divine Skills!"

Tang San's face was full of smiles. Divine Skills were soul skills used by gods. No matter how poor they were, they had to be immensely powerful!

In Spirit City, within Papal Hall,

Bibi Dong sat on the papal throne, while Qian Daoliu sat beside her on equal footing.

"Grand Priest, did Worship Hall not go investigate? Have you still not discovered who destroyed Balak City?"

There was a hint of mockery in Bibi Dong's tone. When she looked at Qian Daoliu beside her, her eyes carried the air of someone enjoying a spectacle.

Qian Daoliu sat quietly, taking Bibi Dong's mockery to heart not at all. What worried him most now was that the soul beasts would attack before his granddaughter had time to inherit the Angel Godhood.

"Worship Hall's strength is limited. Let Papal Hall investigate instead."

After saying this coldly, Qian Daoliu rose and left Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong glanced in the direction Qian Daoliu had departed, a cold smile hanging from the corner of her lips.

"You old bastard, one day, I will personally slaughter every last one of you filthy Qian family members!"

Bibi Dong turned her gaze toward her Heng and Ha Generals.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei, go investigate how Balak City was destroyed."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope."

Below, Yue Guan and Gui Mei clasped their hands in salute before vanishing directly from Papal Hall.

Qian Daoliu did not return to Worship Hall. Instead, he went straight to a courtyard on the outskirts of Spirit City.

"Big Brother."

After Qian Daoliu pushed open the door and entered the courtyard, Golden Crocodile and the other priests swiftly gathered around him.

"Grandfather."

A female voice rang out. The instant he heard it, the stern expression on Qian Daoliu's face softened considerably.

Several priests stepped aside, and the graceful, stunningly beautiful Qian Renxue walked over.

"Not bad. Level eighty-eight already. How is the progress of your God Exam?"

Only upon seeing his granddaughter did Qian Daoliu reveal a faint smile.

"It is complete. I have now reached the Sixth Exam."

Qian Renxue's voice was somewhat cold, and her expression was slightly numb.

"Good. Continue cultivating and strive to inherit our ancestor's Divine Seat as soon as possible."

At those words, a trace of loneliness surfaced in Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes, but she concealed it well enough that Qian Daoliu noticed nothing amiss.

"Yes, Grandfather."

After Qian Renxue left, Golden Crocodile looked painfully at her departing figure.

"Big Brother, have we been too harsh on Xiao Xue? Ever since she was nine, it feels as though she has never smiled again."

For more than ten years, Qian Daoliu had been extremely strict with Qian Renxue. Ever since he secretly brought her to this courtyard at the age of nine,

she had barely gone outside. Even when hunting soul beasts, Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile would secretly go out, seriously wound the soul beasts, and bring them back to the courtyard.

"I do not want to see Xue'er like this either, but the situation is becoming more complicated by the day. Just now, the royal city of the Balak Kingdom was destroyed by soul beasts."

"Moreover, unlike when they destroyed Heaven Dou City last time, they did not leave after destroying Balak City. They continued destroying other cities within the Balak Kingdom."

Qian Daoliu's tone was grave. As a Peerless Douluo, even he had been shocked upon seeing Balak City after it had been destroyed by Di Tian and the other Ferocious Beasts.

Not a single person in the entire city had survived, and ruined walls and shattered rubble lay everywhere...

"I know Xue'er's state of mind has developed problems as well, but we do not have time to wait for her to adjust."

What grandfather would not feel heartache for his granddaughter? Seeing his granddaughter become like this, how could he possibly not feel distressed?

But there was no choice. Without becoming a god, how could they resolve the current situation?

"Go back, all of you. Oh, and make sure your families are settled during this time. I have a feeling that the soul beasts will not retreat easily this time. They may have come with the determination to destroy everything."

After saying that, Qian Daoliu headed straight toward his room in the courtyard.

He too needed to make preparations for the sacrifice.