Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Three people sat together on a grassy field.

One of them was Ellen.

Besides Ellen, there was another woman who looked to be in her early twenties.

The woman was wearing a red dress, her hair was simply tied up, and her small face had slightly curved bangs on both sides.

The last person was an elderly man with white hair wearing a long robe.

The old man was tall, about two meters tall, but thin.

He heard a sound in the distance and turned around. His black pupils, like breathing, sometimes widened and sometimes narrowed.

"What's the big deal? Can't you see we're busy?"

Ye Changhe frowned slightly.

"Clan leader, something terrible has happened! The saints of the Nine Nether Clan have returned, and the Thunder God Clan and the Nightmare God Clan are leading more than twenty saints to fight them."

The man said in a deep voice.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Changhe's pupils suddenly dilated, almost to the size of his entire eyeball.

Upon hearing the name of the Nine Nether Clan, Ai Lian, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, immediately stood up.

She turned around and asked, "What happened? Who won?"

"It's the Nine Nether Clan. This is the terrifying thing. Those two saints actually killed all the other saints and made them escape."

This person explained.

"How is that possible? Did Meng Sanqian and Lei Tian make a move?"

Ye Changhe looked utterly incredulous.

"They made their move first. It was those two who attacked first, but when they realized they couldn't win, they sent the remaining saints to take over."

The man continued, "By the way, it seems that the Nine Nether Clan is not led by a leader this time; their leader appears to be a man."

Hearing this, Eileen finally breathed a sigh of relief; it was clear that their group was Feng Lin.

When Eileen heard about the more than twenty saints, her heart clenched.

Hearing about their crushing defeat, Ai Lian sighed, realizing she had underestimated Zhuang Qingyan's strength.

Unexpectedly, facing so many saints, Feng Lin did not make a move, but drove away all the rest of the people with just two members of the Nine Nether Clan.

“A man? There are no men in the Nine Nether Clan, which proves that this person is not from the Nine Nether Clan. Strange, why would such a powerful saint of the Nine Nether Clan serve as a subordinate of a man?”

Ye Changhe pondered.

"Eileen, do you know them?"

The woman in the red dress behind her also stood up and looked at Eileen's expression.

Ye Changhe looked at Ai Lian, slapped his forehead, and said, "I forgot, you said you came from another dimension, you should know them, right?"

“I know, we are comrades, I am also one of Feng Lin’s people.”

Eileen looked up at Ye Changhe, "If I'm not mistaken, that man is Feng Lin."

"How strong is he? Is he stronger than the Nine Nether Clan?"

Ye Changhe asked.

"That's right, there are some things I can't say, but I can tell you other things."

Eileen explained, "When Feng Lin was in the Otherworld, he easily defeated many saints. He could have easily obtained a godhood, but he didn't. Instead, he allowed the divine tree to grow towards the divine land, which is why we came to the divine land."

Upon hearing this, Ye Changhe's eyes were filled with astonishment. "What does this person mean? The divine position is right in front of him, why doesn't he take it?"

"He has his reasons, which I cannot tell you, but you will know the reason soon."

Ellen said softly, "I hope that our Star Devouring Clan will not become enemies with Feng Lin. He is really strong."

"Eileen, everything you've said has piqued my interest in him."

The woman in the dress standing to the side said with a smile.

Her name is Ye Wantang, the youngest great-granddaughter of Ye Changhe, and currently the genius of the Devouring Star Clan.

He was not even a hundred years old when he reached the level of a pseudo-saint.

That's why Ye Wantang is so carefree and wasteful.

Ye Changhe was very grateful for Ai Lian's appearance. Ye Wantang had once considered herself a genius. No matter what she asked of her, she always used this reason.

Ye Changhe had no chance to refute, but now, someone has appeared to refute him.

That's Ellen.

He was half the age of Ye Wantang; in the age range of the Star Devouring Clan, he would still be considered a little kid.

Yet even a girl like this is a false saint.

Ye Changhe was overjoyed. Since his great-granddaughter was not cultivating, he would find a way to improve Ai Lian's cultivation.

May Ellen break the record of the Star Devourer Clan and become the youngest person to become a saint.

As expected, this time Ye Wantang came over on her own initiative without Ye Changhe having to call her, and accompanied Ai Lian in her cultivation.

"Eileen, you don't need to concern yourself with this matter. We'll decide based on the situation."

Ye Changhe neither agreed with Ai Lian's words nor refused. "If we have the opportunity, I will definitely not give up. If we don't have the opportunity, I will not risk it alone."

"That puts my mind at ease." Eileen nodded slightly.

What are you worried about?

Ye Changhe asked.

"Because you definitely won't have a chance."

Eileen looked up and smiled.

……

In Fenglin, the plateau is gone, but there are still some rugged mountain peaks.

They found a nice spot and sat down to rest.

Feng Lin lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, where the throne still stood.

After waiting for several hours, the space in the distance shattered, and Yao Se emerged from it with a group of people.

Feng Lin glanced around and found there were about twenty people.

They were all women, after all, they were all from the Nine Nether Clan.

As for their ages, the oldest looks to be around forty.

Feng Lin had previously heard from Cen Caixuan that the Nine Nether Clan wanted to shorten their period of decline.

They never allow themselves to enter old age; instead, they often begin to reincarnate and start anew in middle age, after their bodily functions begin to decline.

These Nine Nether Clan members before me should all be the same.

"The Oracle! It really is the Oracle!"

One of the girls, who looked to be only seven or eight years old, ran over crying.

Zhuang Qingyan looked at the young girl, took a puff of her pipe, and asked, "Are you Mingwei?"

"Yes, sir! It's me! Waaaaah!"

The little girl threw herself into Zhuang Qingyan's arms, "I missed you so much! It's been so long since we last saw each other."

The other members of the Nine Nether Clan around them were also observing Zhuang Qingyan. Indeed, many of them knew the great name of this goddess.

But I've never seen it in person before, and I never expected to see the god from back then.

"Why are there men here?"

"Yeah, isn't it dangerous for us to be with men? What if they try to touch us inappropriately?"

……

Many of the young members of the Nine Nether Clan here looked at Feng Lin and spoke.

"Don't worry, Feng Lin is one of us. He won't do anything to harm you. On the contrary, he's a good person."

Zhuang Qingyan explained with a smile.

Originally, everyone was quite hostile towards Feng Lin, but after hearing what Zhuang Qingyan said, they reluctantly stopped caring.

"Your Oracle..."

"Don't call me that. I'm not a god anymore. My name is Zhuang Qingyan. Just call me by my name from now on."

Zhuang Qingyan pointed to Feng Lin, "If we're really talking about adults, this is the one." (End of Chapter)