"Waaaaah..."
Inside the Angel Temple the Spirit Hall, the cry of a baby rang out. Immediately afterward, a golden light flashed, kicking a blond man standing beside the baby away. As the golden light dissipated, an old man appeared, gently picking up the crying baby girl.
If Wang Hao were here, he would definitely recognize the old man as Qian Daoliu. However, compared to the handsome middle-aged man a year and a half ago, he has aged considerably, looking like an ordinary old man in his sixties or seventies.
There were even some fine wrinkles on her face, and her breathing was much weaker than last time.
"Don't cry, Xiao Xue, Grandpa's here!"
After comforting the crying baby girl, Qian Daoliu turned his head and stared coldly at his own unfilial son Qian Xunji, whom he had kicked away.
"If you want to die, your father won't mind sending you on your way!"
He was utterly disappointed in this rebellious son. The defeat last time had completely demoralized the boy, and he even showed signs of impotence.
Not long after returning a year and a half ago, he wanted to defile his grand-disciple Bibi Dong, but unfortunately he was no longer capable of doing so. This drove him into a rage, and he even tried to harm the unconscious Bibi Dong.
Fortunately, he had been paying attention to Bibi Dong for some time and noticed something was wrong, so he arrived in time to prevent a major disaster.
This rebellious son had dared to plot against his beloved granddaughter Xiao Xue'er, which he could not tolerate.
If he didn't need the identity of this rebellious son to conceal Xiao Xue'er's true identity, he would have dealt with him long ago.
"You know perfectly well that I'm no longer capable, and this bastard child is probably from some slut and some random guy..."
As Qian Xunji got up, she let out a ferocious roar, her former graceful, composed, and arrogant demeanor completely gone.
But before he could finish speaking, Qian Daoliu kicked him, forcing him to swallow the rest of his words.
"As I said, if you want to die, I won't mind sending you on your way!"
A chilling killing intent erupted, and Qian Daoliu even summoned the Angel Holy Sword. He also stopped referring to his rebellious son Qian Xunji as his father, clearly showing that he was truly enraged.
Qian Renxue was born from his merging of the Great Angel Goddess's embryo into Bibi Dong's body, essentially making him the reincarnation of the Great Angel Goddess, which was his lifelong faith.
However, the identity of the Great Angel Goddess is too sensitive. Even if she has been reincarnated, she is still a deity. Once the news is leaked, it will inevitably cause countless troubles.
If anything were to happen to Qian Renxue, he would be filled with regret.
Therefore, he devised a plan to make the impotent Qian Xunji admit to insulting Bibi Dong, and then had Bo Saixi use her Soul Power to directly send the embryo of the Great Angel Goddess into the unconscious Bibi Dong's body for gestation.
As the vessel for nurturing deities, one cannot be careless; cultivation level and aptitude are the most important standards, followed by appearance.
Otherwise, it would be a disaster if the Great Angel Goddess gave birth to someone with mediocre looks, or even someone ugly.
So after much deliberation, his gaze fell upon Bibi Dong, his grand-disciple.
At the same time, in order to conceal his identity as a deity, he had Qian Xunji temporarily acknowledge Qian Renxue's father, but who would have thought that this unfilial son would be so disappointing.
"I'm sorry, Father. I was too impulsive. I'll never do that again!"
Sensing his father's murderous intent, Qian Xunji couldn't help but shiver and hurriedly lowered his head to admit his mistake. However, the hatred in his eyes flashed by in an instant, clearly not as remorseful as he said.
"Roll!"
As a seasoned cunning strategist, Qian Daoliu was well aware of Qian Xunji's little Qian Xunji, but he was too lazy to bother with it and simply dismissed him with a "get lost."
With his fists clenched tightly and veins bulging, Qian Xunji didn't dare say anything more and quickly left the Angel Temple.
"Something's off about him!"
After Qian Xunji left the Angel Temple, a beautiful figure in a red dress approached, frowning as she reminded him, clearly sensing something about Qian Xunji.
This was none other than Poseidon, the Sea God Douluo, who had been brought back to Spirit City by Qian Daoliu. However, compared to his rapidly aging state on that day, he had now recovered to his peak, and even his arm had regenerated.
It is clear that Qian Daoliu used some means to restore Bo Saixi, but the price must have been high, otherwise Qian Daoliu would not have aged and weakened to this state, having fallen from the level of a level 99 Peerless Douluo.
"He's just switched allegiance to an evil god!"
Qian Daoliu was not surprised by this; instead, he chuckled, clearly having anticipated it.
"An evil god?"
Her delicate brows furrowed again, then, as if remembering something, she exclaimed in shock, "You mean the Rakshasa God?"
As the high priestess of the Sea God Hall and the protector of the Sea God Inheritance, she naturally knew many secrets.
In the Douluo Continent, there are many lineages of gods from the Divine Realm. There are righteous gods like the Angel God, and naturally there are corresponding evil gods, simply called evil gods.
One of these evil gods is the Great Angel Goddess's mortal enemy, named Rakshasa God.
It is said that thousands of years ago, a peerless expert from the Qian Family defeated the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, and even suppressed the Rakshasa God's inheritance itself inside the Spirit Hall.
Both Rakshasa God and Great Angel Goddess are first-level deities, second only to the five supreme gods of the Divine Realm.
If Qian Xunji truly obtains the inheritance of that Rakshasa God, the threat he poses should not be underestimated.
" Xi Xi, times have changed. The gods of the past were truly gods, but in the future... hehe!"
With a smile playing on his lips, Qian Daoliu teased his precious granddaughter in his arms, completely disregarding the so-called Rakshasa God. He'd rather spend more time with Xiao Xue'er than worry about this and that.
Once Xiao Xue'er grows up, let alone being a successor of a Rakshasa God, even the Rakshasa God himself would have to kneel before her.
It's important to know that Xiao Xue'er possesses not only the power of the Great Angel Goddess, but also the Martial Soul inheritance of that man.
"Are you so sure that Xiao Xue'er can integrate that man's power?"
Bo Saixi naturally understood Qian Daoliu's meaning, and even knew Xiao Xue'er's true origin. After all, it was Qian Daoliu who had asked her to personally use her Soul Power to send the Great Angel Goddess's embryo into Bibi Dong's body that day.
Furthermore, he performed a cesarean section for Bibi Dong at the end, ensuring that Bibi Dong remained a virgin, thus preparing for Bibi Dong to forgive him later.
I believe in my Xiao Xue'er!
Proudly lifting his beloved granddaughter Qian Renxue into the air, giving her a high lift, Qian Renxue, who had been crying because of Qian Xunji's murderous aura, finally smiled and reached out her little hand to hold Qian Daoliu's arm.
Meanwhile, inside the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong summoned her trusted subordinates and publicly announced that she would be going into seclusion for a year of cultivation, to which no one objected.
After all, Pope in history has had to have the cultivation level of Titled Douluo. The previous one, Qian Xunji, was only able to officially succeed to the position of Pope with the support of his father, Qian Daoliu, when he was at the peak of the Soul Douluo level.
Unfortunately, Qian Xunji was quite tragic. He had only been on the throne of Pope for less than half a year when he encountered that person, who crippled him and greatly damaged his strength and foundation. He could only hold on for a year before he had to pass the throne to his disciple, the current His Holiness the Pope, Bibi Dong.
However, although Bibi Dong has the record of killing Titled Douluo, she is not Titled Douluo after all. Her most urgent task is to do her best to improve her cultivation level.
Therefore, their seclusion for cultivation was expected by everyone, and they had even made corresponding preparations long ago.
In any case, there aren't many matters that the Pope is truly responsible for in their Spirit Hall; most of them can be handled by others. Therefore, Bibi Dong's year-long seclusion is really nothing.
After arranging everything, Bibi Dong returned to her boudoir in her residence, where a man in black robes was already waiting for her. Who else could it be but Wang Hao?
At that moment, Wang Hao was rapidly writing something in a notebook, his hand speed was like that of a human printer.
Although this clone's physical abilities are only slightly stronger than those of an ordinary person, the powerful control granted by his advanced cultivation level still allows him to unleash a considerable hand speed.
It's perfectly fine for writing things.
Bibi Dong entered the boudoir without making a sound. She quietly went to the table to the side, rested her delicate chin on her fair hand, and quietly watched Wang Hao writing.
It's often said that a man is most charming when he's serious, and that's certainly true.
Even with the huge hood of his black robe concealing his presence, Bibi Dong was still deeply captivated by his aura.
"You're back!"
The morning sun shone on Wang Hao again. After putting down his pen, Wang Hao noticed Bibi Dong's arrival.
"Time is limited, I've only deduced less than Issei of the content. You take a look first, I'm going back to rest."
Picking up a notebook from the corner of his desk and handing it to Bibi Dong, Wang Hao glanced at the rising sun and knew it was time to disconnect.
This is not a complete clone; it is a remote-controlled version created using Haotian Mirror Fragment. Although it can synchronize with the true spirit consciousness, the consumption is still considerable.
Now that his physical body and soul have been completely destroyed, only his Martial Soul, the Haotian Mirror, remains, and the recovery of his Soul Power is extremely slow.
You need to spend at most half a day outdoors to achieve a balance between recovery and energy expenditure.
Previously, he had been using the Soul Power he had accumulated to sustain his consumption, but now that he had already fooled Bibi Dong, there was no need to waste it like that.
Is that all?
Looking at the thin notebook in her hand, Bibi Dong was greatly puzzled.
Although she had just returned, she understood that given the speed at which this man had just displayed his writing, it was impossible for him to have only written this much in a whole day, especially considering that she had been asked to prepare so many sheets of paper beforehand.
"This is just the table of contents; the real cultivation method is there! The manuscript you found is only so little, so just look at it for now. I'm leaving!"
Wang Hao casually pointed to a stack of papers, as tall as a person, next to his desk; that was the result of his labor throughout the day in Bibi Dong's boudoir.
After he finished speaking, Wang Hao's black robe collapsed, losing its support, and a spherical Soul Tool, no bigger than a fist, rolled out.
That is the core of this remote-controlled clone.
This remote-controlled clone was created by him using a century-old Soul Bone and a Soul Tool he found in the foundation of the Clear Sky Sect. Its previous form was an energy body formed by the condensation of Soul Power, and now that he has chosen to disconnect, it will naturally return to its original state.
"He must have left in such a hurry to deal with that bitch Liu Erlong!"
Picking up the ball that had rolled to her feet, Bibi Dong grumbled in dissatisfaction, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred towards Liu Erlong once again, while also feeling even more resentful towards Qian Xunji for breaking her up with him.
"All of these?"
After carefully putting away the Soul Tool sphere, Bibi Dong walked to the man-sized manuscript and glanced at it casually. However, she was shocked to find that all the manuscripts were covered with dense writing.
There are 100,000 sheets of paper here, each about a foot and a half long and wide, and they are now covered with dense writing.
"How long will it take me to see all this?!"
The thought that this was less than Issei % of the total made Bibi Dong feel terrible.