Chapter 135 Qian Yuhan: At worst, I'll pass the divine position to Lin'er! And kill Poseidon with Wei Lang?!
Qian Lin's smile froze on his face the moment he heard the news that "Tang San escaped."
"Escaped?"
Qian Lin raised an eyebrow, and an invisible pressure instantly spread out, making the surrounding air incredibly heavy.
Qian Lin turned to look at the kneeling Serpent Spear and Porcupine Douluo, his tone icy:
"Two Title Douluos, leading an entire Royal Guard, and you still managed to let a Soul Master-level brat escape? What are you good for?!"
Serpent Spear and Porcupine Douluo trembled in fear, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs, their heads pounding on the ground:
"Ancestor, please calm down! Ancestor, please calm down!"
"That Tang San... that Tang San's methods are extremely strange! He not only possesses those powerful hidden weapons, but also... he also has a soul bone skill that allows him to teleport! Plus, that Tang Chen suddenly appeared and caused trouble. We were no match for him, and he was focused on escaping. We were caught off guard, and that's how... that's how he managed to slip through our fingers!"
"Tang Chen?"
Qian Lin sneered.
"An old man with a hammer dares to ruin my plans? It seems the people of Douluo Continent have truly forgotten the methods of my Qian family."
However, when he heard that Yu Xiaogang had not escaped, the anger in Qian Lin's eyes subsided slightly.
"Fine, the young one ran away, as long as the old one is still here."
Qian Lin nodded slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:
"Since that Tang San is so loyal and righteous, as long as Yu Xiaogang is in our hands, I don't believe he won't come back to die."
"Moreover..."
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Qian Lin's mouth:
"Rather than killing that Tang San directly, I'd rather see the look of unbearable pain on his face when he finds out what kind of treatment his beloved teacher suffered because of his 'escape'."
After saying that, Qian Lin waved his hand and said to Qian Renxue:
"Lead the way! Take me to see what kind of person that so-called 'master' really is!"
"Yes, Ancestor."
Qian Renxue quickly responded, then stepped aside and made a "please" gesture.
The group marched in a grand procession toward the side hall where the Shrek students were being held.
Qian Lin led the way, his posture upright and his aura imposing.
The two peerless powerhouses, Qian Daoliu and Jin'e Douluo, were now like two obedient followers, bowing their heads and following half a step behind Qian Lin on his left, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Qian Renxue, on the other hand, received special treatment and was allowed to walk alone on Qian Lin's right.
Qian Renxue was slightly behind Qian Lin by half a step, showing both respect for her ancestor and highlighting her unique position in Qian Lin's heart.
Looking at this legendary ancestor beside her, Qian Renxue felt both excited and curious.
She could sense that although this ancestor seemed domineering and fierce, he genuinely loved and protected her.
That sense of closeness stemming from blood ties made her feel less awe and more affection for Qian Lin than for her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, whom she had been so strict with.
"Ancestor," Qian Renxue asked boldly, "Do you… really intend to kill Yu Xiaogang?"
Qian Lin continued walking, glancing at her sideways, and asked with a half-smile, "What? You also want to plead for that good-for-nothing? Or are you also worried about Bibi Dong?"
Qian Renxue's face paled, and she quickly shook her head:
"No! Xue'er wouldn't dare! Xue'er just… just felt that keeping him alive might still be useful. After all, Bibi Dong…"
"Hmph, Bibi Dong."
Qian Lin sneered, interrupting Qian Renxue:
"Girl, you must remember. In this world, only absolute strength is the only truth. So-called feelings and attachments are nothing but jokes in the face of absolute power."
"That Yu Xiaogang, living is a joke. Dead, perhaps he can still play a little role, such as… angering Bibi Dong, or drawing out Tang San."
As they spoke, the group arrived in front of a heavily guarded side hall.
The heavy iron door was tightly closed, and angry roars and desperate cries could be faintly heard from inside.
"We've arrived," Qian Renxue said respectfully, stopping in her tracks.
Qian Lin glanced up at the iron gate, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Open the door."
With Qian Lin's command, the heavy iron door slowly opened, and a stench of sweat, blood, and despair rushed out.
Qian Lin stepped into the side hall, his gaze sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the middle-aged man who was bound hand and foot and thrown into a corner, now looking at them with terror.
"You are... Yu Xiaogang?"
At the same time, in the God Realm, inside the majestic and sacred Angel Temple.
Golden holy fire burned quietly on the altar, illuminating the exquisite figure in the center of the hall.
Qian Yuhan, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly felt a strange throbbing in her heart.
It was a strong resonance from the depths of her bloodline, as if some bond that had slumbered for countless years had been abruptly awakened.
"This aura..."
Qian Yuhan suddenly opened her eyes, two beams of divine light shooting from her golden pupils.
Her gaze was fixed on the distant Douluo Plane.
After a brief moment of astonishment, an overwhelming joy surged through Qian Yuhan's heart, causing her divine power to fluctuate violently with excitement, making the entire Angel Temple hum.
"It's Lin'er! Lin'er has awakened!"
Qian Yuhan abruptly rose from her divine throne, her delicate hand pressed tightly to her chest, a tear welling in her eyes. Twenty thousand years.
A full twenty thousand years.
Back then, when she created her own Angel Godhood with her extraordinary talent and broke through the void to become a god, she had intended to ascend to the divine realm with her most beloved son, Qian Lin, to share eternal life.
But that stubborn child, that child who inherited all the pride of her and Wei Yuan, resolutely rejected her proposal.
"Mother, I do not wish to be a fledgling eagle under your wings, much less a subordinate god dependent on the Angel Godhood."
"I want to walk my own path, I want to be like you, creating my own godhood, and stepping into the divine realm with dignity!"
Her bold words from that time still echoed in her ears, but reality was cruel.
Although Qian Lin was exceptionally talented, even surpassing his master, the scarcity of faith power in that era became an insurmountable obstacle for him.
After struggling for a thousand years, to prevent his soul from dissipating, Qian Lin ultimately chose to seal himself away, awaiting an unknown opportunity.
This wait lasted for countless years.
"That's wonderful... Lin'er has finally awakened."
Qian Yuhan took a deep breath, calming her turbulent emotions, a relieved and proud smile curving her lips:
"Although the 'Heavenly Curtain' has severed the connection between the God Realm and Douluo Star, preventing me from descending, it is precisely this anomaly of the Heavenly Curtain that awakened Lin'er."
"With Lin'er guarding the Spirit Hall, even if I cannot descend to the mortal realm, the Qian family's foundation will surely be as solid as Mount Tai! What Sea God, what Asura God's chosen successor, in front of Lin'er, they are nothing but chickens and dogs!"
She knew her son's strength and abilities all too well; he was a peerless prodigy who perfectly inherited the strengths of both her and Wei Yuan.
Even after she became a god, the six-winged angel martial soul bestowed upon Qian Lin was also infused with the bloodline of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon.
Its quality was arguably the best on Douluo Star!
If Qian Lin were placed in the era of her, Wei Yuan, and Poseidon, he would very likely have become a god as well.
"Lin'er, your choice was truly correct. The Douluo Continent today is truly an era of great strife. Becoming a god after your awakening is no longer a pipe dream! It's a pity that you weren't chosen by the Heavenly Canopy because of your self-sealing. Otherwise, you would definitely have won against Wei Linglong."
Qian Yuhan sighed deeply.
As one of the main gods, Qian Yuhan could also feel it more and more.
The Heavenly Canopy's 'shield' between the God Realm and Douluo Star was constantly weakening.
With Qian Lin's talent and strength, it wouldn't be difficult for her to be chosen by a first-level god.
Even if things didn't go well, she could still pass on her godhood to Qian Lin.
"Moreover, Wei Lang has accumulated twenty thousand years of resources, and that Burial Coffin is so wondrous. At the very least, Wei Lang can become a first-level god."
Qian Yuhan imagined the Burial Coffin that had been exposed to her in the sky earlier.
At the time, she hadn't thought much of it.
But now, the more she thought about it, the more terrifying it became. "The divinity on that Burial Coffin even terrifies my angelic divine nature," Qian Yuhan murmured to herself.
"If Wei Lang becomes a God-King and ascends to the God Realm, then Poseidon won't just be simply 'closed'."
Qian Yuhan was alone in the God Realm, her voice carrying little weight.
It was impossible for her to persuade the God Realm Committee to listen to her and kill Poseidon.
Imprisoning Poseidon was already the best outcome for now.
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