The sudden exclamation not only startled Slanted Dragon Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo, but also made their hearts leap into their throats.
The young lady might be in danger!
They had to fulfill their duty as guardians.
"Bang—!"
The door was blasted open.
"Villain! Don't you dare harm the young lady!"
Their Martial Souls were already possessed, and their Spirit Abilities were primed for release.
However, after scanning the room, the two Titled Douluo froze in place, utterly bewildered.
There was no enemy.
Left with no other choice, they turned to the "little Qian Renxue" and asked in confusion:
"Young lady… just now…"
Tang Muzhi had already "logged into" Qian Renxue's account.
Looking at the two Titled Douluo guardians before him, he spoke in a voice as crisp and melodious as a lark's:
"Snake Dragon… Porcupinefish… Uncle."
He paused briefly before quickly adding the proper form of address.
After all, Tang Muzhi was someone who had transmigrated once before—he was no rookie anymore.
He quickly deduced the situation.
This was his second transmigration.
The Spirit Hall timeline.
He had taken over Qian Renxue's body, arriving at the moment just after her Martial Soul awakening.
He also recognized the two in front of him—
Slanted Dragon Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo, both Elders of the Elder Palace.
Among the Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, aside from the Hall of Worship Elders—who were sworn brothers of Qian Daoliu and had to be addressed as "Grandfather"—the rest were to be respectfully called "Uncle."
"Two Uncles."
"Just now… nothing happened."
"I just want to be alone for a while."
Snake Dragon and Porcupinefish exchanged glances.
"Understood, young lady."
"We will remain outside. Call for us at any time."
Seeing that "Qian Renxue" was unwilling to speak and seemed to be in low spirits, they chose not to press further.
They were guards.
Not caretakers.
A young girl's emotional troubles were outside their responsibility.
Besides… they wouldn't know how to deal with them anyway.
Fortunately, Tang Muzhi simply wanted them gone.
He genuinely needed some quiet time.
"Sorry for the trouble, Uncles."
"Click—"
The moment the door shut, Tang Muzhi strode quickly to the mirror.
It was here that he had first seen his current appearance—
Qian Renxue.
Now, standing before it again, he fell into deep thought.
"Why did I transmigrate a second time?"
"And why into Qian Renxue?"
"Is the Spirit Hall timeline and the Dragon King timeline part of the same continuum—just different eras? Or are they completely separate worlds?"
"I've taken over Qian Renxue's body… so where did she go? She couldn't have just vanished… right?"
"…Wait!"
"Did Qian Renxue take over my body?!"
"F*ck!"
"She doesn't know anything about the Dragon King timeline! If she starts acting out, won't my parents think 'I' have gone insane?!"
"No. I have to find a way back!"
Having lived for years in the Dragon King Era, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue were his real parents.
Tang Wulin and Na'er—
They might not share the same blood, but they were family in every sense that mattered.
He couldn't abandon them.
A flood of questions filled his mind.
So far, only one had a clear answer—
Why he had become Qian Renxue.
He had once complained about clearing a nightmare-difficulty timeline with just a Golden Dragon Martial Soul.
He had even muttered a wish:
"For something easier—someone born with divine inheritance, a powerful background, and absurdly good looks…"
"MMP…"
"It all fits."
"Born with divine inheritance…"
Tang Muzhi looked at his reflection.
Between his brows, the radiant mark of the Angel God Sword gleamed.
"This should be the Angel God's inheritance mark—similar to how Tang San received the Sea God Trident mark after gaining the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud and Poseidon's approval."
"The true activation of the Nine God Trials probably won't happen until the seventh spirit ring."
"Right… only with the Angel God's inheritance could Qian Renxue use the angel armor's spirit bone to disguise herself and infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire."
"Powerful background… absurd beauty…"
"…Qian Renxue really has it all."
A bitter smile formed on his face.
Unable to deduce anything further, Tang Muzhi could only try blindly to find a way back—
Like a cat hoping to stumble upon a dead mouse.
"Wishes should be reversible, right?"
"…No response?"
"They can't be reversed?"
"…Then I'll trade something! What do you want?"
"The Sea God Trident? The Asura God Sword? Even Xiao Wu's dress slit—"
"…Hello?"
Silence.
The strange voice from earlier—
"Got it, brother, got it"—
never returned.
As for other methods?
There was no way he was going to use the body of a blonde little girl to perform some ridiculous ritual while chanting nonsense spells.
That was far too embarrassing.
Tang Muzhi twitched.
In the end, he could only comfort himself:
"Since I'm here… I'll make the best of it."
"In a world with extraordinary power, as long as I grow strong enough, I'll eventually find a way back."
Of course, the truth was simpler—
He had no other choice.
All he could do was move forward step by step.
Hoping the future would offer a solution.
Gradually, his emotions settled.
Only then did he begin to take in his surroundings.
Tables.
Chairs.
Bed.
Flowers and plants…
And the one thing that captured his attention the most—
Himself.
He stared at his reflection.
"I'm… really good-looking."
After a moment, realization hit.
"…Ah, right."
"This is Qian Renxue's face."
"…Still, she really is beautiful."
"A budding flower—like a little angel reborn."
"Even at this age, I can already imagine a future beauty capable of toppling nations."
"The Angel God's bloodline is truly overpowered."
He continued staring.
"…I kind of want to—"
"Ahem!"
"No. First of all, I'm not—"
"…Forget it. Just strike me with lightning already."
At that moment, a voice echoed in his ears:
"Xue'er, come to the angel statue in the Hall of Worship. Grandfather will help you attach your first and second spirit rings."
Tang Muzhi's expression stiffened.
"Qian Daoliu…"
"The High Priest who can invoke the Angel God's divine power…"
"…Will he see through me?"
—
Dragon King Timeline — Aolai City
Qian Renxue's consciousness slowly returned.
Her senses began to extend outward.
Voices reached her ears—
Filled with concern.
"Your Excellency, how is Muzhi?"
"Why did he suddenly faint?" The anxious voice clearly belonged to Lang Yue.
"He's fine."
"If anything… his mental energy was simply overexerted."
Qian Renxue had awakened—
But she didn't dare open her eyes.
Everyone around her was unfamiliar.
Her grandfather had once told her—
As the Angel God's heir, she would be coveted, targeted, and schemed against.
She had to be cautious.
Observe first.
Act later.