Just imagining the possibility made the Angel God feel things were somehow even worse than before.
Because—seriously—
Who in their right mind calls a woman younger than themselves "Mother"?
Not even reluctantly…
But affectionately. Endearingly. Naturally.
This era's mortals… have they evolved into a new species?
(Surely no one would actually do that, right? …Right?)
The Angel God looked at the "mother and daughter" pair before her and felt an immense, suffocating concern rise within her divine soul.
She began to worry deeply about the mental stability of her bloodline.
One High Priest, instead of restoring the Angel God's glory, went off to flirt with the Sea God's High Priest—
The mortal enemy of her faith—
And even started some ridiculous cross-faction romance.
Another descendant, her direct Granddaughter, calling a woman younger than herself "Mom" again and again, as if she owed her three lifetimes worth of love.
And as for the Angel God herself—
A divine remnant soul about to dissipate—
She got zero concern in comparison.
Qian family… truly finished.
Just as she was holding her divine head, collapsing into existential despair, feeling her soul glitch like a broken TV—
A timid voice sounded behind her.
"Um… Ancestor."
"You see… how about… you just make do for now…"
"Temporarily reside in my body?"
The Angel God slowly rotated her ethereal head.
Seeing that the speaker was Qian Daoliu, her nearly-exploding divine soul finally received a sliver of comfort.
Yes!
This is what the Qian bloodline should look like!
Devout. Loyal.
Ready to sacrifice themselves for the Angel God's glory.
Her divine gaze shifted subconsciously toward the Sea God's High Priest standing by the door.
Although her Junior's private life was… messy, and his thoughts were… questionable…
At least he was reliable in major matters.
However, at this very moment, inside Qian Daoliu's mind—
A grand, shameless plan was unfolding.
Hehehe~
If Ancestor resides in my body… isn't that the unity of man and God?
Wouldn't I basically be half a God myself?
At that time, asking Senior for a plate of his God-tier egg fried rice shouldn't be too much, right?
If not… half a plate is fine too!
Unfortunately—
He was dreaming.
"I am very pleased you have such devotion,"
the Angel God nodded sincerely.
Then her tone flipped instantly:
"But let's not."
Qian Daoliu: "???"
Are you kidding me?
Reside in Qian Daoliu's body?!
She, a dignified Divinity… live inside the body of a big burly man?
To wake up every day, lower her head and—
No! Stop!
Even imagining it made her divine soul crack violently.
Too disgusting! Unacceptable!
Besides—
Comparison is cruel.
When she recalled Bibi Dong's flawless, pure, divine-level body—
A physique carved as if by heavenly hands,
A top-tier godly villa any Divinity would be honored to inhabit—
Then compared it to Qian Daoliu's…
The Angel God's divine sense swept over him once—
Then immediately retracted like she got burned.
How should she put it?
His foundation was good…
But compared to Bibi Dong, he was…
An old, unfurnished, leaky house
with peeling walls
and faulty pipes.
A princess raised in a palace—
How could she ever go back to living in a thatched hut?
The ancients truly never lied:
It is hard to go from luxury to frugality.
The Angel God wept silently inside.
Sure, the Sea God's High Priest's body was a decent option too—
A luxurious sea-view apartment.
But the problem was—
This "apartment" came with full coverage CCTV.
And the monitoring system connected directly to that bastard Sea God who stabbed her to death with a trident.
If she dared "move in," that guy would send a divine thunderbolt down the fiber-optic cable.
Revived today, killed again tomorrow?
Absolutely not.
Unless she was hit on the head by a divine door, she would never choose that suicidal path.
Thus—
Her eyes locked once more onto Bibi Dong.
Her divine gaze shone with naked, hungry determination—
So intense that Bibi Dong instinctively chilled and pulled Qian Renxue further behind her.
Everyone thought the Angel God would now unleash her divine authority and forcibly take what she wanted.
But then—
The next scene shattered everyone's worldview.
The Angel God's phantom clapped her hands together.
Then she bent at a right angle—
And bowed deeply!
"I beg you!"
"Please let me enter your body!"
"I swear! I guarantee! I will give you unimaginable benefits! I will absolutely not harm you!"
"Please! Please!"
The hall fell into dead silence.
Watching their sacred, noble, awe-inspiring ancestor—
Now bowing like a desperate saleswoman about to lose her last client—
Qian Daoliu felt his entire old face turn icy.
His ancestor…
His glorious ancestor…
Was currently dragging his family's dignity across the floor at 800 miles per hour.
Oh, wonderful.
Perfect.
So this is the kind of ancestor he had!
Where is your divine face?!
Where is your divine majesty?!
Were they eaten by dogs?!
And those words!!
"What do you mean by 'please let me enter your body'!?"
Why does that sound so WRONG!?
While everyone was still frozen—
A cunning gleam flashed through the Angel God's eyes.
Then—
She shamelessly switched modes.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement!"
"Here I come, hehehe!"
Her divine phantom instantly transformed into a streak of golden light, shooting straight toward Bibi Dong's chest!
"You dare!"
Bibi Dong's face changed drastically.
She retreated rapidly while activating a Spirit Ability without thinking.
In her panic, she even forgot the opponent was a soul body and began hurling everything from her storage tool:
Precious ores!
10,000-year spirit beast materials!
Treasury antiques of unknown value!
All useless.
Spirit Abilities—
Physical objects—
Everything passed straight through the Angel God's illusory form.
"Damn it!"
Bibi Dong's silver teeth clenched, anger and panic mixing.
That obscene golden phantom was getting closer—
In desperation, she reached into her storage tool again and grabbed the largest "thing" she could find—
But at that very moment—
Behind the counter, the man who'd been lazily watching the drama finally moved.
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
He didn't even stand up.
He simply lifted his hand—
And casually clenched his fingers in the Angel God's direction.
Om—
The air rippled.
The golden phantom, still wearing a perverted grin and about to touch Bibi Dong—
Its smile froze.
Replaced by sheer, primordial terror.
Like a rat sensing an eagle.
"Hoo—"
Bibi Dong let out a sharp, trembling exhale, nearly collapsing.
Relief washed through her—
Only to be replaced instantly by a volcano-like rage.
YOU ANGEL GOD—
YOU SHAMELESS
LEWD
DISGUSTING
OLD WOMAN!!!
I don't lend you my body, so you think you can TAKE IT BY FORCE?!
But before Bibi Dong could roar:
"SHAMELESS OLD—"
A cold, hoarse female voice suddenly rose beside her.
Low. Raspy. Seething.
Like something crawling out of the Ninth Hell.
"Hey, Bibi Dong."
"How long are you going to keep grabbing my neck?"