Douluo Continent: We agreed on a simulation, but they've come to life?

"Senior brother, there's no need to blame yourself. What's past is past. This is the path I chose, and I have no regrets..." Lu Cheng said leisurely.

"..."

Jing Hongchen remained silent, unable to overcome the hurdle in her heart.

"What about Ah Xiao and Ah Meng? How are they?" Lu Cheng asked with a smile, changing the subject.

"They...miss you too."

"Jing Hongchen said softly."

"Grandpa! I've advanced to Level 2 Soul Master today! Look at this badge that proves it!"

At thirteen, she was already showing signs of becoming a beauty. She was about 1.65 meters tall with long, silver-white hair cascading over her shoulders. The stunningly beautiful girl skipped and hopped into the heart of Mingde Hall like a fawn, and no one stopped her.

She burst in, pointing excitedly to the red and black badge with two horizontal stripes on her chest. She puffed out her chest, raised her head, and tugged at Jing Hongchen's sleeve, saying coquettishly, "Grandpa, you said... Junior Uncle would come back to see us. When exactly will he come back?"

She overlooked the guy sitting on the other side, not looking directly at his face, and assumed he was one of the grandfather's friends.

"Hehehe..." Jing Hongchen rarely smiled, his lips curving upwards as he looked at Lu Cheng to the side and said, "Look how much these two little ones miss you..."

"..."

The scene fell silent.

Meng Hongchen's face froze, and she turned around stiffly. Lu Cheng's handsome face also showed a smile as he gently looked at the little girl. She really changes every day. The girl's blue eyes were full of blankness, and then her big eyes filled with tears. She suddenly rushed towards Lu Cheng.

"Waaaaah..."

"Junior Uncle, Ah Meng thought she would never see you again..."

Meng Hongchen wept, her tears soaking Lu Cheng's clothes, but he could only sigh helplessly and stroke the girl's silver-white hair like he was petting a cat: "I just joined the Holy Spirit Cult, I'm not dead."

"And this bracelet..."

Lu Cheng smiled, his gaze warm and gentle, and handed a silver bracelet to Meng Hongchen. This was version 2.0, which could detect the strength of a Soul Master's soul power and the degree of weakness of their pulse. It would be detected after the soul left the body. Although Zhongli Wu was no longer targeting him, giving this item to the girl was still a way of fulfilling a wish.

"so beautiful."

A look of surprise flashed in Meng Hongchen's eyes, and she happily put it on her wrist: "Thank you, Junior Uncle!"

Taking advantage of the moment, she pressed her red lips against Lu Cheng's cheek, leaving a soft, fragrant lip print. Her face flushed, and she leaned against Lu Cheng, fiddling with her bracelet, and stopped talking.

Jing Hongchen still had a smiling expression.

He stroked his snow-white beard, and in his eyes, it seemed to be a younger generation's dependence on and affection for their junior brother, which was very pure.

They never even considered the possibility of marriage.

After all, logically speaking, Lu Cheng was of the same generation as him, while his granddaughter was two generations behind. The difference was huge...

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Lu Cheng stroked the girl's hair in his arms and said calmly, "A few days ago, I took on a disciple."

"apprentice?"

Jing Hongchen looked astonished. His silly junior brother actually took on a disciple?

But when he thought about the fact that the latter was in the Holy Spirit Cult, and wondered if this disciple might be that evil spirit master, his expression became somewhat conflicted.

“She is very clean and pure… Her martial soul is an angel.” As if knowing what Jing Hongchen was thinking, Lu Cheng said with a light laugh.

Upon hearing this, Jing Hongchen's expression relaxed. The Angelic Martial Soul was a well-known "righteous" element in the original continent, and it was the kind of soul that was irreconcilably opposed to evil soul masters, almost a natural nemesis.

“No, Xiao Cheng, aren’t you also…” But soon, Jing Hongchen suddenly paused, looking at Lu Cheng in astonishment. Given Lu Cheng’s status as the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult, and arguably the most terrifying evil spirit master and the leader of the largest evil spirit masters on the entire continent, this was quite a contradiction.

If things escalate to a point of no return, that would be a real problem.

Given Lu Cheng's status, it's normal for him to take in evil spirit masters, but taking in an angelic martial spirit... wouldn't that easily lead to a backlash?

"..."

“She doesn’t know who I am,” Lu Cheng said slowly.

"But we are essentially the same kind of people, after all, my martial soul is the Seraphim."

"If she really has the ability to kill me, then it proves that I have taught her well..."

"You child." Jing Hongchen exhaled a breath of stale air, her face full of melancholy.

"The moment I saw her, I knew she was an uncarved snow lotus, pure and elegant. I will not let her be tainted by the habits of an evil spirit master..."

Lu Cheng said slowly, "However, senior brother, I would like to trouble you with a matter. If one day in the future she comes looking for you alone, it means that something has happened to me. At that time, I would appreciate it if you could take care of her for me."

"..." Jing Hongchen remained silent, only nodding emphatically.

Meng Hongchen listened quietly to the adults discussing important matters, remaining silent until she heard the last sentence. Her eyes reddened, and she used her delicate hand to cover Lu Cheng's mouth, saying, "Junior Uncle, you are not allowed to say unlucky things, ptooey ptooey ptooey."

"Hehe, I still want to watch Ah Meng grow up."

Lu Cheng said with a smile.

……

Empire of the Sun and Moon.

Mingdu.

Inside a secluded little courtyard.

Lu Cheng sat leisurely in the center of the courtyard, sipping his tea. On the other side, a girl held a wooden sword and practiced slashing diligently. Sweat soaked through her snow-white clothes, and her fair face flushed red, but she still persisted in slashing again and again.

She didn't ask Lu Cheng why he wanted her to do this. This "senior" was even stronger than her grandfather. She had seen him once. He was a true Title Douluo. Although he looked like a young man in his twenties, the oppressive feeling that was almost like blood ties was real.

Therefore, she was willing to believe... that this was her hope for revenge in the future.

As if aiming at those three evil soul masters, even though his arms ached and he could barely lift them, he did not give up.

"good."

Lu Cheng leisurely sipped his tea and nodded slightly, saying, "It has a rough outline."

The angels he wanted to cultivate were certainly not ordinary ones.

Instead, they are secretly plotting to reclaim the divine soul of a certain "senior" from ten thousand years ago, or even to reconstitute the position of an angel. Therefore, this path is not easy.

Generally speaking, those who walk the path of angels are almost always chosen ones, relying on their own inherent holy power to crush evil spirit masters, and at the same time, using their extreme attributes to deal tons of damage.

But this is no different from simply stacking spell damage.

In his eyes, angels should be capable of both physical and magical cultivation.

In other words, besides the amplification of her own holy attributes, the longsword in her hand should not be merely a decoration, but a real weapon capable of severing the head of an evil soul master without amplifying her holy power.

Comprehend the essence of swordsmanship.

He came straight down this road.

Sword energy is a mysterious and profound thing. In the original work, only one person comprehended it: the sword fanatic Ji Juechen. He transformed all his soul power into sword energy, his mind free of distractions, pure and natural. Then, with the help of Huo Gua, he transformed it into a powerful weapon of sword intent.

Lu Cheng, on the other hand, obtained that wisp of sword intent through the simulator's rewards.

That's why his Seraph's damage was so terrifying, easily defeating the Fifth Priest at the time and severing all the octopus tentacles. Just when he was about to behead them, Zhongli Wu stopped him.

The Seraphim Martial Soul carries a hint of holy fire attribute.

It is considered a variant of the Angelic Martial Soul, possessing extremely powerful attack capabilities. When combined with sword intent, it is almost invincible.

And now, he also has high hopes for Ye Guyi.

In the future, he will go to the Sunset Mountains to get her a fairy herb, or the Fiery Apricot. If he can evolve his martial soul into a Seraphim, that would be best. If not... he will try to see if he can leave his martial soul to her. He has already walked this path carefully, and the thorns have been cleared for the girl. As long as she follows the steps, she can advance to become a Seraphim.

At that time, as an angel, I will wipe out all evil spirit masters in the world.

This was the final path to godhood that he paved for him... to help him become famous, to gain the respect and worship of the world, and ultimately to follow the old path of the sea god and become a god through faith.

The entire Holy Spirit Cult, including him, is a sacrifice.

These are all necessary steps for Ye Guyi to become a god.

Then he can say those words with a clear conscience... I have raised a god.

"good."

Lu Cheng nodded slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes.

Sword intent cannot be passed down; it can only be explored through one's own comprehension. In just a few months, the girl has mastered the basic form of this sword technique. Although she has not yet grasped its essence, it has already proven that the girl has extremely strong talent.

At least... I won't lose to myself.

"Stop."

"Yes, Master."

Ye Guyi took a deep breath, holding the wooden sword and standing beside Lu Cheng. Because she had not used her soul power before, she was exhausted and her chest was rising and falling as she breathed heavily. The girl looked at Lu Cheng with more tenderness and affection. Although this "teacher" was very strict with her, he had never mistreated her.

The most expensive medicinal bath, made with spiritual herbs that greatly nourish and enhance the physical body.

She never stopped.

Although she was exhausted every day, the visible increase in her strength each day, with the blood feud of her family in the past, made her feel more at ease.

She relentlessly honed her physical body, cultivating tirelessly, as if only in this way could she feel that she was still alive, not a walking corpse.

"How do you feel?" Lu Cheng asked with a smile.

"This sword technique is very obscure and difficult to understand. Although I have just mastered the basic form, I have not yet figured out its essence."

Ye Guyi spoke softly, her expression calm.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Cheng glanced at the girl beside him with slight surprise. At this age, the girl was developing rapidly. Looking at her again, she was already close to 1.7 meters tall. Her calm and pretty face looked holy and beautiful, with an added touch of angelic intellect and tranquility. The anxiety between her brows from a few days ago was gone, as if Lu Cheng had unknowingly smoothed it out with one of his hands.

She was dressed in martial arts attire, with her hair tied in a single ponytail, looking capable and sharp.

Seeing Lu Cheng scrutinizing her, Ye Guyi's usually calm face showed a hint of panic. She subconsciously checked her clothes for any dishevelment, as this would be disrespectful to her master.

Lu Cheng smiled and shook his head, then slowly stood up.

Walk to the center of the courtyard.

Her eyes slowly closed. A breeze rose, and the grass and trees in the courtyard, along with her snow-white robe, all fluttered in the wind. Ye Guyi instantly held her breath, her golden eyes fixed on Lu Cheng's movements. Clearly, she knew what Lu Cheng meant; her master wanted to demonstrate it personally…

As an angelic martial soul possessor, she could already feel a significant amplification when releasing her sword aura upon martial soul possession. How powerful would it be if a titled Douluo-level expert displayed it?

And the next moment.