Want a Beautiful Wife?

Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu both had their minds in a complete tangle.

Bibi Dong was considering how to persuade her dear disciple Hu Liena to win Liu Hao's heart.

If Hu Liena refuses, should I force her... but if I do, how would I be any different from that bastard Qian Xunji?

Even if Hu Liena reluctantly agrees, if she's unhappy with Liu Hao, will she turn around and use him to take revenge on me?

Should I do it myself... no, I can't wrong Xiaogang again... but...

Qian Daoliu's thoughts were actually much the same.

How should I tell Xiao Xue that there might be no need to continue her undercover mission, and that she should come back and win Liu Hao over instead?

With Liu Hao's peerless talent, his heaven-defying combat power, and his bottomless reserves of soul power...

Couldn't he single-handedly contend against the entire Douluo Continent?

One could even say that whoever won Liu Hao would win the world!

If Qian Daoliu hadn't been a man, he would have wanted to throw himself at Liu Hao too.

Looks were worth nothing in the face of absolute strength.

Meanwhile, Liu Hao had finally fought to his heart's content.

Although he had only been venting his power into empty air, this was his first time going all out since obtaining his immense strength, and he was very satisfied with the results.

Everyone might call Douluo the sewer of the fantasy genre, but if they actually transmigrated here, who wouldn't be desperately eager to acquire a powerful martial soul?

After all, compared with his previous life's age of dwindling spiritual power, where people could only rely on technology, the Douluo World at least offered a chance to fly through the heavens, burrow through the earth, move mountains, and fill seas.

Technology was good, but it was all external, and external things could easily go wrong.

Only personal strength was the truly unshakable truth.

Liu Hao withdrew his martial soul and flew back to Spirit City.

As he passed the South City Wall, he looked at the bustling crowd of spectating soul masters below, smiled slightly, and said, "The sparring match is over. Everyone can return to the Papal Palace plaza and continue attending my enfeoffment ceremony."

With that, he took the lead in flying toward the Circular Plaza before the Papal Palace.

The sparring match had been rather slapdash, but so what?

The world itself was one enormous makeshift troupe made up of countless makeshift troupes. With enough strength, even a makeshift troupe could take its place in the grandest halls.

After this display, Liu Hao also had a clearer understanding of his own strength.

Although Qian Daoliu hadn't made a move, Liu Hao could sense that the man was no longer qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as him.

The trace of divine presence within Qian Daoliu wasn't particularly powerful. It was weaker than any one of Liu Hao's current martial souls.

This had brought about an enormous change in Liu Hao's mindset.

Perhaps it was time for a change in who had the final say in the Spirit Hall.

Of course, he didn't want titles like Supreme Pontiff or Great Enshrined. He simply didn't want to spend his days languishing beneath someone else.

An incense stick's time later, everyone had returned to their places.

The Enfeoffment Ceremony continued.

"I'm sure everyone has witnessed the immense strength of our Spirit Hall's newly appointed Ninth Elder. I hope that, from now on, all of you will 'deepen' your ties with our Spirit Hall so that we may develop 'together'..."

Hearing the two words Bibi Dong deliberately emphasized, the representatives of the various factions felt their hearts tighten. They all understood what the Supreme Pontiff was implying.

She was reminding them that a wise man knew which way the wind blew. It was time to choose a side.

If they failed to recognize the tide of events, they would have to consider how to withstand the terrifying bombardment of Liu Hao's soul skills.

Most of the somewhat weaker factions were already inclined to submit.

After all, the spectacle of Liu Hao displaying his strength had been far too overwhelming.

Previously, the Spirit Hall hadn't launched any large-scale expansion or moved against them, so they had been able to live in peace.

Now that the Spirit Hall had made its stance clear, they naturally followed the current and pledged allegiance.

The representatives of several major factions, however, looked grim and utterly sullen, clearly unwilling to accept this.

Among them were Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Prince Xue Xing of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, and Prince Dai Zhao of the Star Luo Imperial Family.

These men were all at, or near, the pinnacle of their respective factions' pyramids of power.

They had long grown accustomed to standing high above others and being looked up to.

Now Bibi Dong wanted them to submit to the Spirit Hall. Wouldn't that mean suddenly acquiring a whole pile of superiors? Naturally, they felt as sick as if they had swallowed flies.

Yet however sick they felt, none dared lash out on the spot. Liu Hao was sitting right there, after all.

Still, they exchanged a few covert glances, clearly each harboring schemes of his own.

Bibi Dong paid no attention to the representatives' reactions, nor could she be bothered to.

Instead, she continued with the Enfeoffment Ceremony, handing Liu Hao the Black Gold Token that symbolized an elder's authority, along with his custom-made Elder's Brocade Robe.

Unusually, when facing Liu Hao, Bibi Dong no longer wore her customary cold, indifferent expression. Instead, she mustered a faint smile, making her peerlessly beautiful face even more radiant and captivating.

Clearly, after personally experiencing Liu Hao's scalp-tingling combat power...

She seemed to have developed some unusual thoughts about this rather unremarkable-looking fellow.

To the other members of the Spirit Hall, this sight was undoubtedly shocking.

After all, as far as they remembered, their Supreme Pontiff had never smiled in all these years.

Alarm bells rang even louder in Qian Daoliu's heart.

He had always known that Bibi Dong's heart was filled with hatred for the Qian Family.

Previously, however, they had needed Bibi Dong to handle affairs as Supreme Pontiff and keep the Spirit Hall running.

Moreover, Bibi Dong was Qian Renxue's mother. If he killed her, he feared that learning the truth would destabilize Qian Renxue's state of mind and affect her trials to inherit the Angel God's legacy.

On top of that, Qian Daoliu knew perfectly well what evil Qian Xunji had committed. Morally, he had no leg to stand on.

Qian Daoliu had also been supremely confident in his own strength, so he had never acted against Bibi Dong.

But now, if Bibi Dong won Liu Hao's heart first, their Qian Family and the Angel God's legacy might both be in danger.

The more Qian Daoliu thought about it, the more uneasy he became. In his urgency, he sent Liu Hao a secret voice transmission. "Elder Liu Hao, do you want a beautiful wife?"

Huh? What the hell?

Liu Hao turned his head in surprise and looked at the burly middle-aged man seated in the position that represented the pinnacle of authority.

"Great Enshrined, are you the one sending me a voice transmission?"

"Yes. Do you want a beautiful wife?"

"..."

Liu Hao froze for a moment. Good grief, could those words really come out of Qian Daoliu's mouth?

In my memories from my previous life, wasn't Qian Daoliu pretty serious and steady in the original story?

Who would've thought he'd actually try a seduction technique on me now?

Public morals are declining, hearts aren't what they used to be, and the world has grown cold!

Liu Hao gave Qian Daoliu a disdainful look, then sent an eagerly expectant voice transmission. "Who are you planning to introduce as my beautiful wife?"

Although Qian Daoliu found Liu Hao's gaze a little strange, he answered readily. "My granddaughter, Qian Renxue. Her skin is white as snow, her voice as sweet as an oriole's, and her beauty rivals a heavenly maiden's. She's millions of times better than that Hu Liena."

To think this fellow even dug up my excuse for joining the Spirit Hall. No wonder he's using Qian Renxue to tempt me.

Does he really think I'm the kind of lecher who can't move his feet at the sight of a beauty, goes weak all over at the sound of a coquettish voice, and loses his reason at the touch of jade-like flesh?