Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao!

Murmurs rose one after another.

Qian Renxue stood by the window, her golden hair falling over her shoulders.

Light from the heavens fell across her fair, delicate face, lending her an added touch of divine beauty.

Her fitted dress followed her full figure, and beneath its hem, her legs were long and straight.

She gazed at the golden ranking that veiled the sky and did not look away for a long time.

Such power surpassed everything she knew of gods.

Even if the Angel God descended upon the continent, she might not be able to make every living being see the same ranking at once.

"The top twelve on the Douluo Strength Rankings?"

Qian Renxue sat down again.

"I wonder who will make the list—and who will take first place."

She lifted her wine cup, anticipation brightening her beautiful eyes.

"Spirit Hall has plenty of experts, and the Worship Hall is packed with powerful people."

"Most of those twelve places should belong to Spirit Hall."

At the thought of the figure in the Worship Hall, pride entered Qian Renxue's expression.

"Grandfather is a Level 99 Limit Douluo, and he can draw on Angel Divine Power."

"As for that woman Bibi Dong, hateful as she is, her strength can't be underestimated."

"They should both make the top three."

Long Yuan remained seated at the table.

He stopped looking at the golden ranking and picked up the wine jug to pour himself a cup.

Clear wine flowed into the cup, and a faint fragrance spread through the air.

Long Yuan lifted the cup and took a small sip.

The wine of the Douluo Continent ten thousand years ago really was different from the wine of later ages.

Ten thousand years later, brewing methods would be more elaborate, and Soul Guidance Technology would be used to purify and store wine.

Its aroma would be stronger and its flavor richer.

But after drinking enough of it, he always felt it lacked a little purity.

Wine in this era was not especially fine and tasted somewhat rough, yet it had a charm of its own.

Qian Renxue turned her head and happened to see Long Yuan drinking calmly.

The golden ranking had thrown all of Heaven Dou City into an uproar.

Yet this man acted as though nothing had happened.

She returned to the table and sat down, crossing her shapely legs beneath her dress.

"Didn't you say you came from ten thousand years in the future?"

"If that's true, you must know everything about this era."

Qian Renxue tapped the tabletop with a slender finger.

"Do you know everyone on the Power Rankings?"

Long Yuan set down his cup.

"I do."

"I know their positions, too."

Qian Renxue studied him for a moment.

His answer had come far too readily, without even a moment's thought.

Her interest was piqued.

"Then tell me, where will Bibi Dong, the pope of Spirit Hall, rank?"

Qian Renxue wanted to see what answer Long Yuan would invent this time.

"Twelfth."

Long Yuan picked up a peanut and tossed it into his mouth.

"With her current strength, she'll barely make the list."

"If the Power Rankings only took the top ten, she wouldn't even qualify."

Qian Renxue froze for a moment, then laughed.

She had thought Long Yuan would place Bibi Dong in the top three.

Instead, he had put the pope of Spirit Hall dead last.

"Bibi Dong has Twin Martial Souls, and she's inherited the Rakshasa God's legacy."

"It's hard to say whether you could find even three people on the entire continent who can defeat her."

Qian Renxue propped her pale chin on one hand, amusement in her eyes.

"And you say she's only twelfth?"

"If Bibi Dong knew you judged her like that, she'd drag you into Spirit Hall."

"She'd extract your soul and torment you day and night. Even if you begged for death, you wouldn't get it."

Long Yuan paid no heed to the threat.

"Bibi Dong?"

"I could pin her down and beat her with one hand."

Qian Renxue blinked her violet eyes.

It suddenly struck her that this man even looked serious when he bragged.

"Fine, let's say you're stronger than Bibi Dong."

"What about Qian Daoliu?"

Long Yuan filled his cup again.

"Qian Daoliu can make the top ten."

"But he won't make the top five."

The smile vanished from Qian Renxue's face.

She could not accept that answer at all.

Qian Daoliu was Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, a Level 99 Limit Douluo.

The Angel Martial Soul was already among the finest Martial Souls. As the Angel God's representative in the mortal world, he could also wield Angel Divine Power.

Aside from Bo Saixi of Sea God Island, Qian Renxue could think of no one certain to defeat her grandfather.

"Grandfather won't even make the top five?"

Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

"Where would the continent find so many people stronger than a Limit Douluo?"

"If you're going to lie to me, at least make it believable."

Long Yuan drained his cup.

"The continent as humans know it isn't the whole of this world."

"You don't believe me now, but you'll see when the rankings are announced."

Qian Renxue gave a soft snort.

She glanced at the sky, then looked back at Long Yuan.

"Bibi Dong is only twelfth, and Qian Daoliu won't make the top five."

"What about you?"

"Where do you think you'll rank?"

Long Yuan answered, "First."

This time, Qian Renxue could no longer hold back. She laughed so hard she swayed like a flowering branch.

A few strands of golden hair slipped from her shoulder and brushed her fair cheek.

Her face, touched by the Angel God's divine beauty, looked especially radiant just then.

"Boaster!"

She reached out and took away the wine jug, refusing to pour Long Yuan any more.

"Didn't you say no one on the continent could threaten you?"

"Then I'll see whether you're first on the Power Rankings."

Long Yuan looked at the jug she had taken.

"The rankings haven't even started appearing. Give me back the wine."

"No."

Qian Renxue set the jug beside herself.

Her long legs blocked his way beneath the table. Clearly, she had no intention of returning it.

"When your name appears in first place, I'll pour you a drink myself."

Elsewhere in Heaven Dou City.

Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao, Tang Ya, and Ma Xiaotao walked side by side along a broad street.

Their clothes were utterly out of place among the passersby, drawing plenty of looks.

Tang Ya glanced left and right, her pretty face full of curiosity.

The buildings on either side of the street looked ancient.

There were no soul-guided cars on the road, nor any soul-guided devices in sight.

Even the shops used the most primitive oil lamps for light.

"Where on earth are we?"

Tang Ya passed a shop and peered inside.

"We've walked so far. Why haven't we seen a Holy Spirit Cult branch?"

In the era she knew, the Holy Spirit Cult had long since spread across the Douluo Continent and the Sun Moon Continent.

It had branches stationed in every major city.

A city this large ought to have at least one main hall of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Ma Xiaotao folded her arms across her chest.

Her fiery red hair fell to her waist, and her close-fitting dress made her tall, full figure especially striking.

"Who cares where we are?"

"Xiaoya, if anyone bullies you, I'll roast him like a suckling pig."

Tang Ya hurriedly waved her hands.

"Xiaotao, I'm not a child."

Ye Xishui, who was walking ahead, stopped.

She was tall and fair-skinned, without a trace of age on her delicate face.

An elegant dress fitted her waist, its hem stirring with her steps to reveal her long, well-proportioned legs.

She looked into the distance, searching the crowd.

"Where has Master run off to now?"

"He's always like a dragon whose head appears but whose tail never does. Look away for a moment, and he's gone."