Crossing Ten Thousand Years into the Past

Ci Xue reminded her, "Young Mistress, the Great Enshrined may have a way."

"Right, Grandpa will definitely have a way." With a glimmer of hope, Qian Renxue went from grief to joy. She stepped forward to support the young man, her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul instantly possessing her. "She Long, Ci Xue, come with me to see Grandpa."

The resonance deep in her blood told Qian Renxue that this young man was someone immensely important to her. Nothing could happen to him.

She no longer cared about appearances. Once she had a firm hold on him, she flew straight toward the Worship Hall atop Spirit City's mountain.

After Qian Renxue took flight, She Long turned to Ci Xue, puzzled. "Have you ever seen that young man before?"

Ci Xue shook his head, equally baffled. "Never. Let's follow the Young Mistress back first."

After speaking, Ci Xue turned toward the guards and pressed down on them with the mighty pressure of a Titled Douluo.

"Not a word of what happened today leaves this place. Otherwise, you die!"

The two guards were no fools. The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul belonged exclusively to the Angel Lineage, and the woman had just called the Great Enshrined of the Worship Hall her grandfather. Her identity was plain as day.

No matter how bold they were, neither dared leak a word. They dropped to their knees together and promised:

"Yes, Elder!"

With the guards dealt with, She Long and Ci Xue soared into the air after her.

In principle, flying above Spirit Hall was forbidden.

But Spirit Hall's principle was flying through the air right now, so She Long and Ci Xue saw no reason to worry about it.

The Worship Hall.

Qian Renxue had barely arrived when she saw Qian Daoliu waiting near the entrance with a warm smile. "Xue'er, you're back?"

Supporting the young man, Qian Renxue caught sight of Qian Daoliu and called out in a voice thick with tears, "Grandpa, please save him. Quickly!"

"Oh?"

Seeing how frantic Qian Renxue was, Qian Daoliu wasted no time. In a flash, he appeared before her.

He extended a hand and dispersed Porcupinefish Douluo's Soul Power. A powerful yet gentle radiance enveloped the young man's entire body.

The quality of Qian Daoliu's Soul Power was far beyond Qian Renxue's and Ci Xue's. In the blink of an eye, he stabilized the young man's injuries.

"His condition is stable, but this child is hurt too badly. I'm afraid he may never be able to cultivate again." Qian Daoliu shook his head and sighed softly. "Xue'er, what happened to him? How did he end up so badly injured?"

"I don't know. He was already like this when I found him." As Qian Renxue spoke, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes without her noticing. "Grandpa, you have to save him. Xue'er is begging you."

Qian Daoliu was taken aback. Who was this young man, that his granddaughter would bow her head and beg on his behalf?

And when he saw Qian Renxue crying, his heart ached all the more.

Was this young man about to dig up the little cabbage he had raised at home?

From the corner of his eye, Qian Daoliu glanced at Ci Xue and She Long behind Qian Renxue. I'll have to question them thoroughly later.

"Don't worry, Xue'er. He'll be all right. Angel Divine Power is repairing his body, but his injuries are severe. He'll need plenty of rest from here on."

Sensing Qian Renxue's presence, Golden Crocodile Douluo had left seclusion early. He smiled and said:

"The Young Mistress is back. I thought you'd forgotten all us old fellows."

But when he saw Qian Renxue's tears, Golden Crocodile Douluo's face darkened, and anger surged through him.

"Who upset the Young Mistress? Just tell this old man, and I'll smash his skull!"

In Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes, Qian Renxue had long been his own granddaughter.

Now that she had been bullied, how could he sit still?

"Young Mistress, whatever you need this old man to do, just say the word."

Light Feather Douluo had also come to the Worship Hall. Seeing Qian Renxue so distressed, he was furious too.

Qian Renxue raised a hand to wipe her tears and forced a smile.

"Grandpa Golden Crocodile, Grandpa Guang Ling, I'm fine."

That only made Light Feather Douluo and Golden Crocodile Douluo angrier.

She had cried herself into a wreck, yet she still said she was fine.

"Cough... cough..." A sudden cough broke through everyone's thoughts.

Every gaze turned to the young man.

He opened his eyes, his face full of bewilderment.

Then the bewilderment gave way to deep wariness.

He abruptly summoned his strength, pulled free of Qian Renxue's support, and glared at them.

"Who are you?"

He tried to draw on his Soul Power, but a metallic sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Surprise flashed through Qian Daoliu's eyes as he warned him:

"Child, you're in terrible condition. Don't move recklessly."

By his estimate, the young man should have needed at least three to five days to wake.

Yet he had awakened the moment his injuries were stabilized.

Qian Daoliu could hardly be blamed for his surprise. After all, he had not been born in the era of the Peerless Tang Sect.

In that era, those who possessed the Angel Martial Soul had enemies almost everywhere under heaven.

Without caution, they might die without ever knowing how.

Qian Renxue took two steps forward, wanting to support him.

The young man instinctively retreated two steps.

Six years on the run had taught him to trust no one.

Qian Renxue's face was filled with worry, but she did not move closer.

"You ungrateful brat."

Golden Crocodile Douluo, thinking this young man was the one who had made Qian Renxue cry, pressed the might of a Titled Douluo straight down on him.

Qian Daoliu summoned Angel Divine Power to shield the young man. "Second Brother, don't act rashly."

Golden Crocodile Douluo shot the young man a look, snorted, and said no more.

Qian Daoliu asked, "Child, what's your name?"

By then, the young man had collected himself. He looked around, his gaze passing over each of them in turn. It lingered briefly on the Six-Winged Angel God Statue before settling on Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu. Relief washed through him.

That sacred aura—there's no mistaking it. It's the aura of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

These two are my own people.

I never imagined the Angel Lineage would still have such powerful figures after ten thousand years of decline.

"My name is Qian Zong. I'm a 589th-generation descendant of the Second Generation Angel God."

Qian Zong did not conceal the truth. Those who possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul were natural allies. They and Evil Soul Masters were as incompatible as fire and water; there was no chance they would turn against each other.

"Where am I? And who are you?"

In a world overrun by Evil Soul Masters, the Angel Lineage had long since fallen. Qian Zong assumed they were clansmen living in seclusion.

After all, on either Sun Moon Continent or Douluo Continent, no one dared erect a statue of the Angel God.

Only descendants of her bloodline like them would dare build an Angel God Statue in secret.

Deeply puzzled, Qian Daoliu did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Second Generation Angel God? As far as I know, there is no Second Generation Angel God on this continent."

The Angel Bloodline within Qian Zong could not be faked, so Qian Daoliu did not doubt that he belonged to the Angel Lineage.

But a Second Generation Angel God? That was a joke.

He was the Angel God's divine envoy. Where had this Second Generation Angel God come from, and why had he never heard of her?

"My name is Qian Renxue, and this is the Worship Hall in Spirit City." Qian Renxue had no such reservations and casually revealed her identity.

Qian Daoliu shook his head helplessly. Since this concerned the Angel God, he had wanted to sound Qian Zong out, but there was no point now.

"This old man is Qian Daoliu, Great Enshrined of Spirit City's Worship Hall."

Qian Zong felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His mind went blank, and his eyes drifted toward the other two.

Those thick brows and large eyes... Could he be...?

"This old man is Golden Crocodile Douluo, Second Worship of Spirit City's Worship Hall!"

"This old man is Light Feather Douluo, Fifth Worship of Spirit City's Worship Hall!"

With their identities confirmed, Qian Zong swallowed hard. Happiness had come so suddenly he could barely catch his breath.

His gaze swept over the Angel God Statue once more before returning to Qian Renxue. At last, he was certain: Ye Xishui's slap had sent him ten thousand years into the past.

Qian Daoliu was alive. Tang San had not yet become a god.

Excitement surged through him. After six years of being hunted, he could finally eat at the imperial table.