A Way to Become a God Without Sacrifice (Please Keep Reading and Request Updates)

Blue Star!

Xiao Ran paused and smacked his lips.

Eager to learn more about the future, Qian Renxue poured him a glass of water herself.

As the young mistress of Spirit Hall, this was the first time she had ever waited on anyone.

Neither Qian Daoliu nor Qian Xunji had enjoyed such treatment. Xiao Ran had.

Xiao Ran took a sip to moisten his throat. Seeing Qian Renxue watching him like a curious child, he continued:

"As I said, by the time Tang San returned from Sea God Island, Spirit Hall had already become the Spirit Hall Empire under Bibi Dong's leadership. The kingdoms and principalities of the two great empires had been deeply infiltrated by Bibi Dong's people. On the day the Spirit Hall Empire was founded, they announced that they were joining it, turning the newly established empire into a behemoth that rivaled Heaven Dou and Star Luo."

Confusion flashed through Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes. Her red lips parted.

"Spirit Hall became the Spirit Hall Empire? With something this momentous, did my grandfather Qian Daoliu do nothing? Did he just let Bibi Dong run wild?"

At the mention of Qian Daoliu, Xiao Ran shook his head.

"Your grandfather was busy opening the Ninth Trial of the Angel Nine Trials for you. He sacrificed his life to draw Angel Divine Power from the Angel Temple, setting your transformation from human to god in motion."

"He thought that once you became a god, you could change everything and set Spirit Hall right after it had gone down the wrong path. Who knew you'd end up falling short, too?"

Qian Renxue's mind went blank with a roar. Her grandfather would give his life to open the Ninth Trial of the Angel Nine Trials, all so she could become the Angel God.

Her slender body swayed. Her eyes stung, and her grandfather's face seemed to appear before her. Her voice came out hoarse.

"Does my grandfather have to die for me to become the Angel God?"

The question reminded Xiao Ran of Huo Yuhao from Douluo II. He looked at Qian Renxue, an idea stirring.

"It's not that your grandfather absolutely has to die..."

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up. She practically threw herself at him, wrapping both hands around one of his arms and shaking it as she pleaded:

"Mr. Xiao, please tell me. He's my grandfather. I really can't watch him sacrifice himself just so I can become the Angel God."

With his arm nestled in her warm embrace, Xiao Ran felt a secret thrill. This was Qian Renxue's embrace—an experience money couldn't buy.

He did not keep her in suspense. He spoke plainly.

"The answer is simple, but putting it into practice is harder than scaling a thousand mountains."

"When you inheritors of godhood were chosen by the gods, divine seeds were planted within you."

"Your grandfather needs to sacrifice himself because, to put it bluntly, you're too weak. The Divine Realm is a great distance from Douluo Continent. Without sacrificing himself, he can't draw the Angel Divine Power of the Angel Temple down from there."

"In other words, if you're strong enough to sense the Divine Realm through the divine seed within you and force your way into it, your grandfather won't need to sacrifice himself."

"Ten thousand years after this point in Douluo Continent's history, a favored son of fate from the continent found the Divine Realm by sensing his divine seed and successfully became a god, without any divine servant sacrificing themselves for him."

Qian Renxue parted her red lips, a blush spreading over her delicate earlobes. So her grandfather had to sacrifice himself because she was too weak.

She had always considered herself a genius, born with Soul Power at level twenty. And yet...

She released Xiao Ran's arm and curled up in a corner of the sofa, tracing circles with a slender, pale finger.

Her little face was full of dejection.

Douluo Continent!

The Papal Hall!

Bibi Dong's face darkened. The Sky Screen had exposed her efforts to infiltrate those kingdoms and principalities.

She would have to found the Spirit Hall Empire ahead of schedule. If the two great empires sent envoys to take control of those kingdoms and principalities, her years of courtship and everything she had poured into it would go up in smoke.

And that was exactly what was happening. Upon learning that their subordinate kingdoms and principalities had been infiltrated, Xue Ye of the Heaven Dou Empire immediately dispatched several envoys, each bearing lavish gifts to bribe the nobles there and keep them from siding with Spirit Hall.

The Star Luo Empire's approach was much more blunt. The Star Luo Emperor began mustering troops, preparing to reclaim its subordinate kingdoms and principalities by force.

Qian Daoliu, who had just returned to Spirit Hall, also learned from the Sky Screen that he would one day sacrifice his life so his granddaughter could become the Angel God.

As he watched Qian Renxue's dejected figure on the Sky Screen, the stern authority of Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined vanished from his face. All that remained was a grandfather's aching love for his granddaughter.

Xue'er, don't grieve for me. If you can become the Angel God, I'll have no regrets even if I die.

This time, I'll not only make sure you become the Angel God. I'll clear away every danger beforehand. I won't let anyone strip you of your godhood.

The next moment, Qian Daoliu glared at the Sky Screen, bristling with anger as he shouted:

Boy, what are you doing? Get away from my granddaughter!

Blue Star!

At the same time, Xiao Ran leaned in until less than a fist's width separated his cheek from Qian Renxue's.

His breath brushed her cheek. She had never been so close to a man before, and her face flushed crimson. Her voice rose a little higher.

"Mr. Xiao, what are you trying to do?"

Xiao Ran wore a look that said, I have a huge secret, and all you have to do is ask.

"Do you want to know what your Ninth Trial involves?"

At that, Qian Renxue forgot how close they were and nodded like a chick pecking at grain.

"Yes, yes! I want to know!"

Xiao Ran knew the Sky Screen was watching, so he kept the intimate details private. He leaned closer, his lips almost touching Qian Renxue's earlobe.

"Your Ninth Trial has three tests."

"First is your fixation on your grandfather's sacrifice and the doubt it stirs in you."

"Second is your fixation and hatred toward your mother as the one who killed your father. Tang Hao gravely wounded him, but your mother dealt the fatal blow. You were born because your father violated your mother."

"Third is your fantasies about Tang San. It's like having an erotic dream, then waking to find golden liquid left behind."

"Judging by how much you hate Tang San now, you must still have been under the plot's control at the time. Whoever wrote that part for you had a truly twisted sense of humor!"

Qian Renxue's face reddened as though it might bleed, and the murderous intent in her eyes nearly took solid form. She, Qian Renxue, young mistress of Spirit Hall—how could her final trial before becoming a god involve something so sordid?

She shook with rage, murderous intent surging from her. It was not aimed at Xiao Ran, of course, but at the person who had written that plot.

Disgusting. It made her want to vomit!

"Mr. Xiao, tell me who wrote that plot."

Xiao Ran's mouth twitched. Tang Jia San Shao, Tang Jia San Shao, you brought this on yourself. You can't blame me for telling the truth.

"His name is Tang Jia San Shao..."