Ding! The host's snark score has met the requirement. Activating the Super Sign-In System.
A flood of information suddenly poured into Qian Chongling's mind. He stood stunned for quite some time, but never suspected he was hallucinating. After all, he was a transmigrator-a cheat was essential equipment for any protagonist!
"Oho! System, what can you do?"
Qian Chongling fantasized about starting with the Pangu Axe, or perhaps the Chaos Bell. Failing that, a Three Pure Ones martial soul would be pretty good too. And if even that was out of reach, he could accept having the Ruthless Great Emperor as his hired muscle.
Or he could start as a god, become a Creation God later, and lie low for a thousand or two thousand years. Then, when the future Sea God-Asura fusion battled Rakshasa and Angel at Jialing Pass, he would make a dazzling entrance!
Then he, Qian Chongling, would give Third Brother a wicked, devil-may-care grin and say, "A lousy trident and a broken sword-is that all you have? And you dare harm my descendants?"
He would reach out, his hand transforming into a colossal claw that blotted out the sky and sun. Blood would rain from the heavens, the sun and moon would lose their light, mountains would crumble and the earth would split across the world, mountains and rivers would roll backward, and heaven and earth would mourn together.
That sky-blotting claw would seem to pierce time and space, seizing the Sea God-Asura fusion in one motion. No matter how fiercely he resisted, it would be futile; he could never escape that enormous claw. As the Sea God-Asura fusion sank into boundless despair and terror, it would crush him to pieces.
Finally, Qian Chongling would stand with his hands clasped behind his back, his back to all living beings, and say indifferently, "The Sea God-Asura fusion? Not bad!"
His head was full of "not bad," full of thoughts of becoming invincible and suppressing all ages. Qian Chongling furtively wiped the drool from his mouth.
"Esteemed host, system loading progress is currently at 5.5%. I cannot answer your questions yet," the system said.
"Then how long will it take to finish loading?" Qian Chongling grew even more excited. In his view, the longer the system took to load, the more powerful it had to be. Starting as a Creation God should be no problem.
"Approximately fifteen years," the system said.
"All right, got it. We'll talk then." Qian Chongling nodded, immensely pleased with himself. Tsk, tsk, fifteen years of loading. Starting as a Creation God is a sure thing.
Time flew by. Fifteen years later.
Inside the Supreme Pontiff's Hall in Spirit City, a tall, slender young man in a fitted white outfit, exceptionally handsome and imposing, faced a burly, powerfully built middle-aged man with a look of disdain.
"Little brother, you're eighteen already. Why haven't you married and helped our Qian Family spread its branches? You know our family has only ever had one heir per generation-ours is the only generation with two sons! We can't delay carrying forward the Divine Ancestor's glory!"
Though nearly a hundred years old, Qian Chongguang showed no sign of age as he lectured Qian Chongling in a strong, resonant voice.
"Big brother, don't think I don't know you only married when you were over eighty," Qian Chongling said pointedly.
"Ahem. Precisely because I married so late, Father specifically instructed me while he was alive to make sure you married and established yourself early."
"I've already arranged everything for you. Feng Yuyan, a daughter of the Feng Family's main line, and Feng Yushi, a daughter of a collateral branch. Both are fifteen and as beautiful as flowers. I'm sure you'll like them," Qian Chongguang said with a smile.
Because of martial souls, people on the Douluo Continent developed physically at a particularly early age. Third Brother had been 1.7 meters tall at twelve, meaning people were essentially adults at around that age.
Hearing this, Qian Chongling couldn't help wanting to complain. Fifteen! Back on Blue Star, they'd still be minors. Are you trying to get the police chief to invite you in for coffee?
"Big brother, I'm not such a shallow man. How could I abandon true love for a pair of twin blossoms?" Qian Chongling declared with absolute righteousness.
"Love can wait. You can marry first and slowly search for your love afterward," Qian Chongguang said.
"Big brother, you don't understand. You can't settle when it comes to love. Remember: freedom is precious indeed, life is dearer still; but for the sake of love, both may be cast aside."
Qian Chongling had drastically rewritten "Freedom and Love" from Blue Star to hoodwink Qian Chongguang.
"Freedom is precious indeed, life is dearer still; but for the sake of love, both may be cast aside. That does sound rather reasonable."
Qian Chongguang recited it a few times. It certainly rolled off the tongue. Although something felt wrong, he couldn't put his finger on it.
"No, stop changing the subject! I'm making this clear today: you're not getting out of marriage." On second thought, he realized the brat had led him in circles again.
"Fine, fine, big brother, I understand. I'm off to cultivate."
Qian Chongling chuckled, having no desire to entertain his elder brother.
The system will activate tonight. I'm about to become a Creation God, and you still want me to marry to carry forward the Divine Ancestor's glory?
There's no need to carry forward the Divine Ancestor's glory. I, Qian Chongling, will surpass him!
Watching Qian Chongling run straight off into the distance, Qian Chongguang sighed helplessly and thought, That brat never gives me a moment's peace. Cultivating, he says?
You think I'll believe you? A divine martial soul, the Six-Winged Angel, innate soul power of rank twelve, and the finest resources on the entire continent-yet you're only a rank fifty-eight Soul King. You call that cultivating? Stop kidding your big brother.
Night fell. A silver moon hung high, its pale light flowing quietly over Spirit City and draping it in a silver veil.
A masked figure in tight-fitting black clothes, clearly male judging by his build, leaped lightly across Spirit City's buildings like a nimble black cat. His silhouette flickered repeatedly, and in an instant he was outside the city.
Outside Spirit City, the black-clad man removed his mask, revealing none other than Qian Chongling. He murmured, "After midnight, I'll be a Creation God! Beauties of the continent, here I come!"
Qian Chongling's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he was already far away. What he hadn't realized was that two other people had witnessed everything.
"A true descendant of our Qian Family! The way he's running away from marriage is exactly what I did back then! Isn't that right, A-Fu?" A faint smile touched Qian Chongguang's lips, his expression proclaiming his pride in his little brother.
Although the Qian Family had only one heir per generation and few members, many families were willing to become its vassals. Wang Fu was a member of one such family.
Wang Fu and Qian Chongguang had practically grown up together, so Qian Chongguang trusted him deeply and usually called him A-Fu.
A-Fu's face darkened with exasperation as he silently complained, What is there to be proud of?
"Then what about the second young master's marriage?" A-Fu suppressed his urge to make a sarcastic remark and answered Qian Chongguang in all seriousness.
"Those sisters from the Feng Family are only fifteen. Waiting another year or two won't hurt," Qian Chongguang said calmly.
"Also, should we follow the usual practice and secretly send a Titled Douluo to protect the second young master?" A-Fu asked.
"Of course," Qian Chongguang said.
"Then I'll make the arrangements right away," A-Fu said.
After saying this, A-Fu's figure gradually vanished as he went to arrange matters for Qian Chongling's journey.
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