Chapter 332: Qian Renchuan Orders a Blockade—Starving Sea God Island!
"I'm just an ordinary descendant of the Angel Clan, who received the Angel God's divine blessing and came to the God Realm to guard the Angel Temple."
As he spoke, ten soul rings appeared beneath Qian Xunji's feet—eight black, one red, and one golden. This was the configuration of a divine attendant. High Priests who performed well in the lower realms were sometimes spared by their patron deities, their souls transformed into immortal spirits after death, and allowed to serve as temple attendants in the God Realm.
Poseidon's expression turned solemn. "So, you're a descendant of the Angel God. You're quite bold to sit in the Angel God's seat. Fine. Since you're of his line, I'll turn a blind eye this time."
"Mm."
No sooner had Poseidon finished speaking than he saw Qian Xunji still seated in the Angel God's throne. He didn't move. A mere divine attendant showing no deference to a peak first-rank god? No bow, no gesture of respect? After being worshipped by nearly all sea creatures and revered by many deities in the God Realm, Poseidon's voice darkened.
"Why are you still sitting there? Get out now!"
Qian Xunji raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. "Oh? You want me gone so you can mess with the Angel God's trials without anyone noticing?"
"You dare slander me!"
Poseidon was furious, divine power of a first-rank god flaring up. He was about to teach this petty temple servant a lesson.
"Oh? Did I hit a nerve? This just happens to be something I pulled from the Angel God's trial statue not long ago."
Qian Xunji extended his hand, revealing a blue-golden orb of divine energy—its essence identical to Poseidon's own.
Poseidon's eyes narrowed. He had indeed meddled with the Angel God's trials. This temple attendant not only discovered it but had evidence.
In the God Realm, rules were strict. Killing a divine attendant without just cause would be punished—even for a god. Poseidon hadn't expected his interference in the Angel God's legacy to be exposed.
Sea God energy and Angel God energy were similar—both had sacred, purifying attributes. The Asura and Rakshasa God powers were also close, both representing killing. Just as the Rakshasa had manipulated the Slaughter City trials, Poseidon could certainly tamper with trials of his own.
Even without a divine weapon, a peak first-rank god like him could easily erase a divine attendant. The Angel Temple, located in the starry void, was far from other temples.
"You want to kill me? You'll be disappointed."
Qian Xunji's smile vanished. He stretched out a hand—and Poseidon suddenly felt himself lifted uncontrollably into the air. His limbs spread wide in the shape of a cross. He couldn't channel his divine power. The entire Angel Temple seemed to be sealed off.
A look of horror crossed Poseidon's face. "You're not the Angel God's descendant… Who are you!?"
Qian Xunji's lips curled again. "You'll find out soon enough."
Spirit Hall
Qian Renchuan sat in Qian Xunji's old seat. He had not yet crowned himself Pope; his current title remained Holy Son, but he was acting leader of Spirit Hall.
Below stood a well-dressed Star Luo Empire official—none other than the Right Prime Minister. Beside him was a girl around twenty years old.
Her face was icy, seemingly carved from frost. But her features were exquisite, stunningly beautiful. Her figure was breathtakingly curvaceous, the kind that drew sharp contrast to her cold demeanor, only enhancing her allure. She wore a white long dress that concealed most of her porcelain-like skin.
This young woman was Zhu Zhuqing. Five years had passed, and she had transformed from a shy girl into a gorgeous maiden.
The Prime Minister droned on about marriage alliances. Zhu Zhuqing, still a virgin, had never even had her first kiss. Qian Renchuan's expression didn't change, his eyes on the Prime Minister, but his mind elsewhere.
Zhu Zhuqing, however, looked up at Qian Renchuan, a flash of nostalgia in her eyes. He really did look like him—like her "Third Brother" from that other world who had inherited the Asura God's position.
After awakening his Blue Silver Emperor spirit, Qian Renchuan had inherited parts of Ah Yin's appearance. His Two-Winged Angel evolved into the Slaughter Angel, his blue-golden hair turning pale white—just like Tang San after accepting the Asura inheritance. On Qian Renchuan's face, Zhu Zhuqing saw many familiar features.
Not only in appearance—his personality and abilities were just as similar. Omnipotent. Invincible. Wise and resourceful. Able to turn the tide, to strategize, to command flawlessly. He led Team Tianshui to victory in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament, outmaneuvered even Flender during qualifiers, and crushed Team Shrek.
After being abandoned by Dai Mubai and taken back to the Star Luo Empire by Davis and Zhu Zhuyun, Zhu Zhuqing was devastated. She had no strength to resist Davis's lustful desires or her sister's coaxing.
From childhood, she had been taught that women of the Zhu clan were mere tools—vassals of the Dai family. In the Ghost Shadow White Tiger fusion technique, they weren't partners, but appendages.
Now, she had been sent to marry Spirit Hall's Holy Son. She was just another pawn. But when she saw Qian Renchuan, someone so much like her Third Brother, a flicker of light returned to her dulled eyes.
"I accept this marriage alliance with the Pope."
Qian Renchuan quietly apologized to his father. Forgive me for making this decision without your approval.
A trace of disappointment flickered in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. So he's just similar, not truly him. Her Third Brother was pure and devoted, loving only Xiao Wu.
But compared to the perverted Davis and her sister who told her to just accept it, being with someone like Qian Renchuan—who at least resembled her Third Brother—was the better choice.
She had no objections to being a concubine. In her worldview, a woman was simply a measure of a man's strength. For a man to be romantic wasn't wrong—just don't be filthy.
"I have a request for Star Luo Empire."
The Prime Minister responded eagerly, "Please speak, Holy Son. Spirit Hall and Star Luo are one family now."
Qian Renchuan's voice carried a cold edge: "Seal off the port at Vast Sea City. Ban all grain exports to Sea God Island!"
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