Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

"Grandpa, I want to reach level 100 and become a god, and create my own godhood," Dong Qing said somewhat hesitantly.

Upon hearing this...

Qian Daoliu immediately rebuked him, "Nonsense! Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? The little bit of faith power you've gathered from that newspaper is not enough to make you a god at level 100, let alone create your own godhood. You'd better listen to my arrangements and go to the temple of the God of Power to take the God-Ninth Trial."

"I don't want to inherit someone else's divine position." Dong Qing shook his head again.

"You, you, you... You're driving me crazy! Do you even know what the inheritance of a divine position represents? It's a path to heaven! Why can't you understand that?" Qian Daoliu said in a fit of exasperation.

No one understands better than Qian Daoliu the difficulty of becoming a god at level 100 and creating one's own godhood. You must know that he is not only the Grand Master of the Hall of Offerings, but also the High Priest of the Temple of Angels, in charge of the Nine Trials of Angels and the chief examiner of the Angel God Trials.

In his view.

A peerless genius with talent like Dong Qing shouldn't risk pursuing a level 100 godhood and creating his own godhood; he should simply choose a godhood to inherit.

Doesn't it smell good?

Chapter 331, Ah Yin, why do you think this is a sacrifice?

Faced with Qian Daoliu's exasperation, Dong Qing could only shrug and say, "Alright! Grandpa, I'll consider it, but there's no rush now. Let's try to obtain the qualification for the Divine Trial after I reach level 90 Title Douluo. It's too early to talk about these things now."

Dongqing isn't a model of filial piety; he insists on going against his elders. Giving in a little would have been a no-brainer.

at the same time.

Seeing that Dong Qing had backed down and stopped arguing, Qian Daoliu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression softened.

He said softly, "You're a sensible kid. Once you pass the Nine Trials of the Divine Realm, I'll start arranging the Nine Trials of the Angels for Xue'er."

"In that case, you two can ascend to the Douluo God Realm together, and both of you will become first-level gods. At that time, if you two work together, even the God King will not dare to offend you easily."

"But the only thing to be careful about is that it is difficult to have offspring after becoming a god. So you and Xue'er need to work harder to make sure that I can see my great-grandson born in my lifetime."

When Qian Daoliu uttered his last words, a hint of longing flashed deep in his eyes.

The continuation of bloodlines is an eternal truth and a desire etched deep in the genes of every intelligent life.

As the High Priest of the Angel Temple, Qian Daoliu was well aware that he was not afraid to sacrifice himself, since he was destined to make sacrifices in order to help Qian Renxue achieve her angelic status.

But if possible, he still wants to see his great-grandson born before he passes away peacefully; this is probably his only wish as an elder.

Finally, it must be said that these elders are really far-sighted. Without anyone noticing, they have already secretly arranged everything for the future, which makes Dongqing feel a little uncomfortable.

"Grandpa, I will..."

Although it was a bit embarrassing, Dongqing nodded.

He did his best, and left the rest to fate.

Dongqing was well aware that the pure bloodline of the Heavenly Horned Ant was too powerful, making it difficult for his female companions to conceive.

An hour later.

Martial Soul City, Papal Palace, Rear Hall, Tenglong Pavilion.

Dongqing bid farewell to Qian Daoliu and returned to the Papal Palace.

He returned to his courtyard, Tenglong Pavilion, intending to go back and think carefully about his future with Qian Renxue, when he saw Lan Yinhuang A Yin sitting alone in the courtyard, sulking.

She was sitting on a blue and gold chaise lounge. When she saw Dong Qing come in, she deliberately turned her body away from him, bending her body into a beautiful angle.

She was wearing a blue and gold robe, but since she was in Tenglong Pavilion and only she and Tang Yuehua were there, the sash on her robe was slightly loose and the front of the robe was slightly open.

Beneath her snow-white, translucent neck was an exceptionally deep ravine, like a bottomless dark abyss, making one marvel at the immense pressure it exerted.

This scene caught Dong Qing's attention, but he didn't dwell on it for long.

"Sister A Yin?" Dong Qing called softly.

Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin ignored him and even deliberately plugged her ears with her jade fingers, clearly indicating that she didn't want to listen to him.

Upon seeing this.

Dongqing probably knew she was throwing a tantrum and needed to spend some time comforting her.

But women, no matter how old, can't help but throw tantrums in front of their loved ones and want them to comfort them.

After figuring it out, Dongqing stepped forward and sat down next to Lan Yinhuang Ayin. He reached out and pulled her, who was somewhat reluctant, into his arms, letting her lean tightly against his chest.

The blue and gold chair wasn't very big, and it was actually quite cramped when two people squeezed in, especially since Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin was a voluptuous and beautiful woman, making it even more crowded.

But the best way to get closer is through physical contact. The millions of mental exchanges between a man and a woman's eyes cannot compare to a single gentle touch of their fingertips.

Only in this way can you clearly feel the other person's breath and the intense heat emanating from them.

A few minutes later.

"Sister Ayin, are you angry?" Dongqing asked softly.

He released the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin from his tight embrace, and gently rubbed her soft, boneless hand, hoping to take this opportunity to ease her inner turmoil.

"Hmph! What a heartless man! He actually knows how to come back. He's already abandoned her for a month, so why did he come back? Didn't he just leave her behind?"

Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin broke free immediately, not giving Dong Qing a chance to fondle her jade-like hands.

"Sister Ayin, it was all my fault before. I won't let anyone throw you out again." Dongqing said gently.

He gently stroked the smooth blue hair of the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin, finally picking up a strand and bringing it to his nose to inhale its faint fragrance.

Feeling relaxed and refreshed, calm and focused, with a clear mind and a refreshed spirit.

This is what makes Blue Silver Queen Ah Yin so special; even her hair has a pleasant fragrance. She is a precious treasure.

"Even your teacher, Bibi Dong?" Blue Silver Emperor A Yin blinked her big eyes, her beautiful eyes full of teasing charm.

“Even my teacher, Bibi Dong.” Dong Qing nodded firmly, indicating that what he said was entirely true.

"Really? That's your teacher, Xiaoqing. Are you lying to me? Let me tell you, I'm not that easy to fool!" Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin said suspiciously.

She found it hard to believe that Dongqing would disobey Bibi Dong, after all, she was the person he cared about most.

"Of course I didn't lie to you, Sister Yin. Because Teacher has already gotten what she wanted, she naturally wouldn't do such a thing again." Dong Qing's tone was somewhat hesitant as he spoke.

"What does she want? Xiao Qing, what exactly did she do to you?" Blue Silver Emperor A Yin's heart skipped a beat, and a bad guess immediately surfaced in her mind.

“Sister Ayin, our teacher… is just like you,” Dongqing said with a helpless expression.

Honestly.

He didn't know why he was so popular, with one shrew after another eyeing him relentlessly.

"But...but...you are master and disciple, how could she actually harm you, Xiaoqing?" Lan Yinhuang stared wide-eyed, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

long silence.

Lan Yinhuang, who was lost in thought, looked at Dong Qing with a pained expression and said, "Xiao Qing, you've really suffered. It's all my fault. I'm not strong enough to protect you properly."

"Ok?"

Dong Qing looked completely bewildered. "Do I look miserable?"

at the same time.

In a guest room at Tenglong Pavilion, Tang Yuehua leaned against the window, watching Dong Qing and Lan Yinhuang A Yin sitting together, whispering sweet nothings, and couldn't help but twitch her lips.

Tang Yuehua thought to herself, "Second sister-in-law... no, now you are just Ah Yin. I think I roughly understand what you meant by what you said to me before. Since Prince Dongqing can restore you to your original state after the sacrifice, and even further become a Title Douluo."

"Then it's not impossible for Your Highness Dongqing to help me overcome the flaw that my martial soul cannot be cultivated. And what you want to tell me, Ah Yin, is that if you want to change your fate, you must sacrifice something."

"But why do you think this is a sacrifice, Ah Yin? Aren't we women who are not young anymore just taking advantage of Prince Dongqing for nothing?"

Chapter 332, Now, in each other's eyes, neither of them is a good person.

In Tang Yuehua's view.

Dong Qing is so young and has such outstanding talent. He is the future number one person on the continent. If we were to submit to him, it would be a huge win for us.

There is absolutely no sense of grievance whatsoever, okay?

However, what Tang Yuehua didn't know was that she had completely overthought things. What Lan Yinhuang A Yin really wanted to say was, "Are you worthy of Dong Qing?"

the other side.

Blue Silver Emperor A Yin bit her lip. She looked at Dong Qing beside her, her crimson lips hesitant to speak, her watery eyes filled with heartache.

"Xiaoqing, I know you're feeling very wronged right now, having been forced and exploited for a month."

"I......"

"That woman must have done this to improve her soul power cultivation, which is why she so ruthlessly attacked you, Xiaoqing."

"Actually, I..."

"Although I know I shouldn't say this, Xiaoqing, you can't be biased. What she has, you must also have."

"Actually, I really am..."

"Xiaoqing, don't worry! I know you're feeling very weak right now, but I'm not the kind of person who'd drain the pond to catch all the fish. Just remember to make it up to me later."

This woman didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

Dong Qing was completely speechless. He didn't want to explain anymore. He simply tilted his head back and fell into the great embrace of Blue Silver Emperor A Yin, ready to take a nap in her arms.

at the same time.

The Papal Palace, the Biya Pavilion.

In a quiet cultivation chamber, Bibi Dong sat cross-legged, her soul power fluctuations almost breaking through the limit of the peak level ninety-nine, seemingly about to reach the level of a hundredth-level demigod.

However, at the crucial moment, Bibi Dong forcibly compressed her own soul power, suppressing the soul power that was about to break through the peak level of 99, thus cutting off the feeling of advancing to the level of 100 demigod.

Are you kidding me?! I finally managed to win over Xiao Dongqing, and now they want to send me to the Douluo God Realm? Who knows if I'll be able to come down to the Douluo Continent at will after that?

"So Xiaoqing's innate energy has such benefits. In just one month, it has given me the urge to break through to the level 100 demigod. No wonder that evil 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor has been pestering him. It turns out that this is what she's after."

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth as she spoke, her eyes filled with contempt and hostility.

At this moment, she and Blue Silver Emperor A Yin both insisted that the other party had targeted Dong Qing, a boy who was not yet twenty, in order to obtain the powerful life essence in Dong Qing's body.

Several hours passed.

As dusk falls and a gentle breeze blows, the sun hanging in the sky is no longer so dazzling and scorching; even looking directly at it with the naked eye, it is not blinding.

Outside the Tenglong Pavilion courtyard, there are rows of straight, large green bamboos with lush green leaves. As the breeze gently rustles through the leaves, a soft, whispering sound arises.