A Loli Mom Was the Right Choice

"Ha ha... your War God Temple wasn't doing too badly either!"

Sea Dragon Douluo smiled. Though he felt somewhat regretful that he had failed to recruit Qi Ji, Tang Wuling was already an exceptionally rare genius.

Twin Martial Souls of the Golden Dragon and Soft Bone Rabbit, Innate Full Soul Power—such a combination would have been a legend capable of shaking an entire region in any era. His trip to Aolai City had not been wasted.

"So... whose family failed to recruit a genius like this, exactly?"

Luo Yuhang stroked his chin, his tone carrying an obvious implication. The smile at the corner of his mouth looked downright teasing.

Sea Dragon Douluo glanced at Dark Emperor Douluo and silently said to himself, I know what you mean.

"I don't know... it couldn't possibly be some Soul Master holy land, could it?"

Luo Yuhang continued, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone nearby to hear clearly.

In the Federation's current political climate, both the Spirit Pagoda and the War God Temple were hawkish factions, and naturally had plenty of dissatisfaction toward Shrek Academy, which was led by the doves.

Now that they had a chance to take a jab at Shrek, how could they not go all out?

Even getting a little verbal satisfaction was nice. Though Sea Dragon Douluo could not openly join in, the smile on his face visibly deepened.

"Since Your Majesty Dark Emperor brought Little Qi here to obtain his first Soul Spirit, why not let the children get acquainted first?"

Sea Dragon Douluo timely pulled the conversation back on track and turned sideways to look at the little girl with a ponytail behind him.

Tang Wuling poked half her head out from behind Sea Dragon Douluo. Her large, round eyes curiously examined the furnishings in the Spirit Pagoda's hall before naturally settling on the little boy sitting cross-legged on the sofa nearby.

At that very moment, however, Qi Ji's heart was already in turmoil.

What did it mean that Tang Wulin had become Tang Wuling? What did it mean that she had Twin Martial Souls—the Golden Dragon and the Soft Bone Rabbit?

He rapidly reviewed everything in his mind—from transmigrating, to awakening, to today. Aside from causing a bit too much commotion when he awakened at the Spirit Pagoda, he had done nothing that should have been enough to alter the worldline.

Yet this girl's name, Martial Souls, and identity were clearly a replica of Tang Wulin, who should have been the male protagonist—only with her gender changed.

Had his existence caused some unknown deviation in this world?

But he had not done anything that could trigger a butterfly effect, had he?

Qi Ji suppressed the shock and doubt in his heart, maintaining a calm expression as his gaze fell on Tang Wuling.

She was a little shorter than Qi Ji, with a slender figure and delicate features like a porcelain doll. Her eyes in particular were brimming with spirit, as if they could speak whenever she looked at someone.

When he looked at Tang Wuling, Tang Wuling was naturally looking at him as well.

The instant their eyes met, Tang Wuling suddenly felt an indescribable ripple stir in her heart.

It was a strange sense of closeness—though they were meeting for the first time, an urge arose deep within her to approach him, to hold him in her arms and dote on him properly, as if...

As if she were facing some precious treasure she had lost and found again.

How strange... she was clearly only six years old, and he looked to be only six as well. Why would she think something like that?

"Y-you... hello. I'm Tang Wuling."

Tang Wuling suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, stepped forward, and extended her soft, fair little hand toward Qi Ji.

Though Qi Ji had not yet figured out why Tang Wulin had become Tang Wuling, now that she had offered her hand, he could not possibly ignore it.

No matter what changes had happened in this world, the little girl before him was merely a child who had just awakened. Like him, she understood nothing.

So he stood up as well and reached out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Qi Ji."

The instant their little hands clasped, a sensation like an electric shock fiercely spread through both their bodies.

Qi Ji only felt as though his Dragon God Crown Prince Martial Soul had been awakened by something, involuntarily releasing a dazzling seven-colored radiance.

At the same time, the phantom of Tang Wuling's Golden Dragon soared into the air. Golden scales emerged in the air, gleaming with brilliant light.

The phantoms of the two giant dragons roared at each other across the distance. Their dragon cries exploded through the Spirit Pagoda's hall, shaking the soul-conducting lamps until they clattered.

Yet very soon, the golden figure began to show signs of weakness—before Qi Ji's seven-colored dragon phantom, the Golden Dragon phantom seemed to have encountered something insurmountable. From its aura to its form, it was gradually suppressed.

A faint layer of golden light appeared over Tang Wuling's body, but some kind of seal seemed to be trying to suppress it.

In the end, the golden dragon phantom behind Tang Wuling could not help lowering its proud head. Its golden dragon eyes slightly closed as it bowed in Qi Ji's direction, submitting in surrender.

"Is this... Martial Soul suppression?"

Sea Dragon Douluo and Luo Yuhang spoke almost simultaneously, their voices filled with undisguised shock.

In fact, both of their Martial Souls were dragon types as well—Sea Dragon Douluo's Sea Dragon Martial Soul and Luo Yuhang's Dark Emperor Dragon had both clearly felt the trembling and pressure originating from deep within their bloodlines during the confrontation between those two top-tier True Dragons.

But what truly shocked them was that Qi Ji's unknown Seven-Colored Dragon Martial Soul could actually suppress the Golden Dragon, which was known in legend as the "Progenitor of Strength"!

What did that mean? It meant that Qi Ji's Dragon Clan Martial Soul stood a full tier above the Golden Dragon in terms of bloodline rank.

The Golden Dragon was already at the very peak of the known Dragon Clan Martial Souls. Something higher than the Golden Dragon... what level of dragon would that have to be?

Now it was certain. Although Tang Wuling's talent was heaven-defying, she was likely still inferior to Qi Ji.

After all, the hierarchy among Dragon Clan Martial Souls was strict—a Sub-Dragon Martial Soul Soul Master at the Soul Douluo rank could hardly defeat a True Dragon Soul Master at the Soul Sage rank, even if that True Dragon Soul Master was lower in level.

Though a Soul Sage with a True Dragon Martial Soul already had the qualifications to fight a Soul Douluo across ranks, this also showed just how strict the Dragon Clan's internal hierarchy was. Bloodline was supreme.

And the disparity in that suppression had manifested so clearly on the very first day of their Martial Soul awakening, more than enough to demonstrate the vast difference in their bloodline status.

Although her Martial Soul had lost to Qi Ji in that unconscious clash, Tang Wuling did not feel the slightest discomfort.

On the contrary, a sense of shared pride rose in her heart instead.

She could not help thinking, Qi Ji is amazing... just as expected of Mommy's baby!

No, wait... what was that last thought? Why had she started thinking of herself as Qi Ji's mother?

Clearly, Qi Ji looked a little older than she did, didn't he?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. She could not help vigorously shaking her head, as if trying to throw those inexplicable thoughts out of her mind.