"Grandfathers, you can stop here. I'm leaving."
Yun Ming looked at the three old men who had forcibly escorted him from his residence to the mountain gate and spoke with a helpless sigh. To be honest, compared to the intense attention he had received over the past few days, he preferred his previous life of being left to his own devices.
Cough, cough.
Seeing the helpless expression on Yun Ming's face, Yang Wudi reminded his two younger brothers to be mindful. They were all of such an advanced age and were big shots in their own right; they needed to maintain some composure!
Yang Wutian and Yang Wushuang silently returned to their normal expressions, though they shot a glance at their eldest brother that conveyed a great deal.
Yang Wudi kept his face impassive, ignoring the two of them.
"Ming Er, this trip is... er. I wish you success."
Originally, he had wanted to tell Yun Ming to be careful, but thinking of his cultivation level, he decided against it. It was others who needed to be careful around him.
"Mm, I will."
"Grandfather, I'm off."
Yun Ming acknowledged them, bid the three farewell, and with a single step, vanished in a flash of silver light.
Seeing that he had left, Yang Wutian looked at the spot where Yun Ming had disappeared and sighed with emotion.
"Even after a few days, it still feels unbelievable to think that Ming Er has reached the legendary God Realm!"
He had watched Yun Ming grow up, and even though he had known long ago that Yun Ming was no ordinary person, he had never imagined he would achieve such heights today.
"That's right, and don't forget whose grandson he is."
Yang Wudi straightened his back, his expression shifting as he responded with pride. His grandson's achievements made him feel incredibly smug; he had to show off properly—it wouldn't take long, a year or so would suffice.
Watching Yang Wudi's lightning-fast change of face, the two old men once again cast looks of disdain. You finally found your chance, didn't you? You talk as if you were the one who taught him.
Yang Wudi understood their looks and squinted at them.
"Do you two have any other opinions?"
Yang Wutian and Yang Wushuang had wanted to scold the old man for his shamelessness, but seeing his clenched right fist, they chose to follow their hearts. Getting a beating over this wouldn't be worth it! The key was that they wouldn't be able to pay him back anytime soon.
"None."
With that, the two turned and left, heading back toward the clan.
Watching his two younger brothers look at him with annoyance yet having to yield, Yang Wudi felt his mind clear. Truly, in this life, one must still rely on reason to convince others!
Enjoying double the joy, Yang Wudi headed down the mountain. He planned to visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to share the news and enjoy triple the joy.
On the other side, above the Pope Palace in Martial Soul City, a flash of silver light flickered, and Yun Ming appeared out of thin air.
Looking down at the city he had visited countless times, Yun Ming felt a thousand emotions. The first time he had come here was during the Soul Master Competition. Back then, he had only recently learned the truth behind the events of the past and could only accumulate strength while waiting for the right moment. Now, it was finally time for it all to end.
A light shone from between Yun Ming's brows, and ripples appeared in the air. A terrifying Divine Sense enveloped the entire Martial Soul City in an instant. From peddlers and laborers to high-ranking nobles, everything happening within the city flashed rapidly before Yun Ming's eyes. There was no trace of the aura belonging to the Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, but there was an Angel God. This change made Yun Ming suddenly realize why the child had been entrusted to him back then. Furthermore, he found the person he was looking for, though that person's state was somewhat strange.
"Eh—"
Looking toward the back mountain of the Pope Palace, Yun Ming exclaimed in surprise. Although he didn't know the reason, he could investigate. The silver light flashed again, and Yun Ming entered a quiet small courtyard in the back mountain.
Yun Ming's blatant use of Divine Sense to find someone naturally could not escape the notice of the other two. Qian Renxue, who was sitting in meditation, suddenly opened her eyes and shouted sharply.
"Who dares to intrude upon my Martial Soul Hall!!"
When an angel is enraged, the holy city trembles. Golden light erupted from the entire Pope Palace, and the Faith Power accumulated over years exploded in full force. A massive Angel Phantom overlooked the city, as if searching for the intruder.
Under this divine might, the people of Martial Soul City were weak and trembling; except for those Super Douluo powerhouses, everyone else knelt in worship. Ya Li sensed the sudden eruption of monstrous divine power from next door and, not knowing why, discovered that the bedroom door was wide open. Qian Renxue, her face as cold as frost, was holding the Angel Holy Sword and soaring into the sky.
Watching the direction in which Qian Renxue had left, Ya Li also summoned her martial soul and rushed over. Qian Renxue hadn't flown far, and Ya Li arrived only half a minute later, but the scene she saw was completely unexpected.
"Careful."
Who could Yun Ming be looking for to settle old scores? Naturally, it was Bibi Dong. The time had come; it was time to end it. But he hadn't expected that upon arriving, he would see a pale, withered-looking Bibi Dong.
"Bibi Dong, you..."
Although he didn't know what had happened, the thick aura of death on Bibi Dong could not be concealed. This wasn't a result of her own abilities, but rather the influence of the death wish radiating from her very core—she didn't want to live anymore.
Before Yun Ming could finish his sentence, he sensed something, took a step back, and a beam of holy light sliced through the ceiling, landing directly in front of him, followed by a golden phantom.
Qian Renxue had arrived!
Bibi Dong noticed Yun Ming and her daughter, but she didn't react and ignored them. The other person in the room, however, was terrified by the sudden appearance of the two, especially Qian Renxue; he trembled so violently that the medicine bowl in his hand fell to the ground.
Qian Renxue was slightly surprised to see Yun Ming, but she was even more shocked by Bibi Dong's state. She casually swiped her hand, knocking Yu Xiaogang over, and hurried to Bibi Dong's side. Gone was her previous imposing manner; she asked in a panic, "How could this be? How could it become like this?!!"
Hadn't Ya Li said that Bibi Dong had woken up? If she had woken up, with her formidable vitality as a deity, how could she have become like this in just a few days?
She questioned Bibi Dong urgently, but Bibi Dong ignored her. With her mind in chaos, her target shifted directly to the only person present who could have caused this result: Yun Ming.
"Speak, what did you do to her?!!"
Qian Renxue turned back, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at Yun Ming. The Angel Holy Sword hovered in the air and shot toward Yun Ming, aiming straight for his chest. This was the scene Ya Li saw.
Ya Li didn't know that Yun Ming was no longer a mere mortal, but she knew that Qian Renxue was a deity. Seeing the Angel Holy Sword closing in, in such a life-or-death moment, her only subconscious reaction was to fly forward, wanting to block the sword for Yun Ming. However, her speed was a fraction slower than the flying sword, and the Angel Holy Sword brushed past her.
"No—"
Watching the long sword get closer and closer to Yun Ming, while Yun Ming seemed completely unable to react, she felt as if she were seeing the scene of Yun Ming entrusting the child to her in their past life, and she let out a sorrowful cry.
This sudden turn of events in the blink of an eye also startled Yun Ming, but that was all. Yun Ming's eyes brightened slightly, and the flying sword vanished into a spatial rift. Ya Li was pulled to his side, and he explained, "You've found the wrong person. I didn't do this to Bibi Dong."
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