Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

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Bibi Dong was tricked away by Yu Xiaoheng back then, which was a tragic fate, but this nameless one... is recognized by the gods?

Can these properties be the same?

The Divine Ancestor has spoken, saying that he will be of great use to Xue'er.

Then wasn't it just that I was being narrow-minded by accusing myself of "malicious intentions"?

Perhaps, this nameless person came here not with any malicious intent, but was guided by some divine being in the dark?

This is fate!

Qian Xunji shared the same thought. Although he still felt a bit uncomfortable, the God Ancestor's command was above all else.

As long as we can produce another god from the Qian family, what does it matter if we sacrifice something else?

It's just a little upsetting; this scene is so similar to what happened before.

At this very moment, it's just like...

At that time?

Dong'er was tricked away by Yu Xiaoheng.

Xue'er was also deceived by Wuming?

I'm so...

never mind!

Qian Xunji sighed inwardly.

As long as it's not that annoying Yu Xiaoheng, it's fine. As long as Wuming and Xue'er have a good relationship, that's good!

Wuming stood there, pondering how to explain or how to escape.

"Um, seniors, what was that just now...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Qian Daoliu straightened his clothes, and the ferocious killing intent on his face had long since disappeared.

He and Qian Xunji stepped forward together and bowed slightly to Wuming.

"I was blind and misunderstood you just now."

"Since it is the decree of the Divine Ancestor, then he is an honored guest of my Spirit Hall."

Qian Daoliu's voice was loud and clear, with a hint of fanaticism.

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Divine Envoy!"

Chapter 356 Nameless, why isn't he dead yet?

The soft body in his arms trembled slightly.

Qian Renxue's long eyelashes trembled twice, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her golden eyes were initially a little confused, but when she saw the handsome and slightly unfamiliar face in front of her, she did not panic like an ordinary girl.

The martial spirit within his body was cheering and jumping for joy.

The sense of closeness stemming from blood ties made her instinctively snuggle closer to Wuming.

"Big brother, Xue'er really likes the smell of you."

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, carrying the languidness of someone just waking up.

She turned her head and saw the high priest and the pope kneeling not far away, their foreheads pressed to the ground.

Those were my usually stern grandfather and father.

Qian Renxue blinked, but didn't feel anything was wrong. She just turned her head and looked at Wuming with a grin.

"Grandpa and Dad seem to be playing some strange game."

"Big brother, the God Ancestor just told me to spend more time with you."

"You should come visit Xue'er often in the future."

Yu Xiaoheng remained calm.

He released her hand, helped Qian Renxue stand up straight, and straightened her slightly disheveled clothes.

"it is good."

The two kneeling on the ground finally felt the divine power dissipate, and at that moment they slowly straightened up.

Qian Xunji's eyes twitched violently as he watched his daughter being so affectionate with that "wild man."

That was his little cotton-padded jacket.

Now, right in front of him, she's snuggling into someone else's arms.

But divine will is as firm as a mountain.

Qian Xunji took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous urge in his heart, and squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than crying through his teeth.

"Since it is... the divine ancestor's command."

"Unnamed Lord, please visit the Papal Palace more often in the future."

"Our Spirit Hall will certainly welcome you with open arms."

Yu Xiaoheng raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at Qian Xunji's distorted face.

Walking back and forth?

That would be too much trouble.

Now that he has obtained the authority, it would be against Yu Xiaoheng's style not to maximize his benefits.

"There's no need for such a grand welcome."

Yu Xiaoheng flicked off non-existent dust from his sleeve, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Since the Divine Ancestor has instructed me to spend more time with Qian Renxue, running around is a waste of time."

"Your Holiness, why not just arrange a courtyard for me in the inner city of the Spirit Hall?"

"I'm staying here, I'm not leaving."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Qian Xunji's fake smile froze.

Qian Daoliu's movement to get up also froze in mid-air.

The two stared at each other, their heads buzzing.

I've seen people climb up a pole, but I've never seen anyone climb up a pole so fast.

This is the inner city of the Spirit Hall! This is the Papal Palace!

This kid just blurted out that he wants to move in? And he wants to stay long-term?

Do they really consider this their home?

"This...I'm afraid it's inappropriate..."

Qian Xunji was about to refuse.

"Om-"

That was Qian Yuhan's voice.

"Approved."

"My spiritual consciousness has been greatly depleted upon awakening. The light power within this child is as vast as the sea, which is just right to replenish my energy."

"With him by my side, I can keep a long-term view of the lower realm until Xue'er begins her divine trial."

Qian Xunji swallowed back the refusal that was on the tip of her tongue, her face turning red with embarrassment.

Qian Daoliu's eyes suddenly lit up.

The Divine Ancestor wants to borrow this kid's power?

Doesn't that mean that as long as this kid is around, the God Ancestor can frequently manifest his power?

This is an incredible opportunity!

and……

Qian Daoliu secretly glanced at his granddaughter and saw that Qian Renxue was holding onto Wuming's sleeve and refusing to let go. His resolve grew stronger.

So what if you're older?

The nameless one possessed exceptional talent, was favored by the God Ancestor, and was purely of the Light attribute.

If only I could marry into a thousand families...

"Good! Good! Good!"

Qian Daoliu burst out laughing and immediately made the decision.

"Since the Divine Ancestor has agreed, what's wrong with that?"

"Ji'er, make the arrangements immediately! We need the best courtyard, right next to Xue'er's palace!"

Qian Xunji felt as if an arrow had struck his chest.

A sick child?

Since becoming pope, how many years has it been since his father called him that?

How could they be so disrespectful to an outsider?

"It's... father."