Douluo Continent: Who exactly is my father?

After glancing at Xiao Wu, who was fast asleep in his arms, Tang San secretly made up his mind that he must revive Xiao Wu.

"Grandpa, what about the second test?"

Tang San asked.

Bofeng continued, "Xiaowu gave herself to you completely, so in return, you should give herself to her too."

"Your own spirit rings need to be reattached to her. With this, combined with my Sea God's Light, the probability of Xiao Wu's resurrection will be one hundred percent. Have you thought it through?"

"Having lost all your spirit rings, you may never become a Title Douluo in your lifetime."

Faced with such a severe test, Tang San did not hesitate for long and readily agreed. Xiao Wu occupied a large place in his heart. Since the sacrifice, their lives had merged at this moment, completely intertwined, and could never be separated again. This was also a kind of one-sided "reunion".

"There's one more thing..."

"After you obtain the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng and restore Xiao Wu to human form."

"Do you still remember the magic pouch that the old monster gave you before?"

"Namikaze reminded me."

"of course I remember."

Immediately, Tang San swept his right hand across the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night, and the Ruyi Treasure Pouch appeared in his hand.

"If you have nothing else to do, you can put Xiao Wu inside. This thing is good; it can hold living creatures."

"There's one more thing!"

Tang San:"……"

Can't you just say it all at once?

"About the Spirit Hall..."

Upon hearing the words "Spirit Hall," Tang San's expression immediately turned serious, his killing intent gathered, and his eyes began to turn bloodshot.

Bofeng shook his head helplessly and unleashed the Light of the Sea God, instantly dispelling the surrounding killing intent.

"You boy!"

"You'd better not get involved in the affairs of the Spirit Hall, and also..."

"I have dealt with all those people from back then."

“Even my father-in-law, Qian Xunji, died at my hands.”

"It's all over now. The Spirit Hall wasn't as bad as you think. They were just instigated by that guy, which led to this whole thing. In a sense, those Spirit Hall disciples who died were innocent victims too."

"I've said my piece; it's up to you whether you listen or not."

Having said that, the gust of wind tore through space and left.

After Bo Feng left, Tang San stood there for a long time, his mind filled with the words his grandfather had said before he left.

In fact, Tang San and Bo Feng are the same kind of people.

People don't offend me, I don't offend people.

If anyone offends me, I will retaliate with thunderous force!

The Spirit Hall is simply too powerful; not just anyone can afford to offend it. The reason Bo Feng didn't want Tang San involved was more of an unspoken protection, given the crucial relationship between the Spirit Hall and Bo Feng himself.

son in law?

No, no, no...

Bo Feng's wife and daughter are the future of the Spirit Hall.

Now that Qian Xunji is dead, the Spirit Hall cannot be without a leader for even a day.

Therefore, at the moment when Bo Feng left the back mountain of Shrek Academy and used the space tunnel to arrive at the Spirit Hall.

"what?"

"Our daughter became the Pope?"

This is what Bo Feng learned from Qian Daoliu; just yesterday, the coronation ceremony of the Pope of the Spirit Hall was held.

Even now, Qian Sulin's mind is still blank.

It's over, it's completely over!

At an age when she should be playing, she has now inherited the position of Pope of the Spirit Hall. Although this position is second only to the emperor, Qian Sulin has no interest in it whatsoever.

She's only seven years old this year, an age when she should be playing.

As a result, by such a coincidence, he became the Pope.

The pressure is immense!

At such a young age, he has endured pressure that most people cannot bear.

Qian Sulin sat blankly in the Pope's seat, her buttocks aching from sitting so long. She wondered what material this seat was made of, as it was so hard!

Looking down at the rows of elite members of the Spirit Hall, all of whom were elders of the Spirit Hall, there were quite a few titled Douluo among them.

They were reporting to each other on the Spirit Hall's future plans and handling some routine matters.

Being the pope was dull and boring.

Qian Sulin is too young. Apart from a few things that she can do herself, most other matters are handled by Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other elders. When Qian Sulin gets older, they can step back and let her take charge of everything on her own.

Today is the day Qian Renxue will complete the seventh test of the angels and draw the Angelic Holy Sword. As the divine weapon of the angel god, the Angelic Holy Sword weighs 36,000 jin.

Although it is not as heavy as the Trident of Poseidon, its power is in no way inferior to the Trident of Poseidon.

Bofeng has nothing to do today, so he'll take a look and see if Xiaoxue's seventh test is the same as his own seventh test, which is to pull out a divine weapon.

Qian Daoliu led the two to the Angelic Temple, where they respectfully bowed to the enormous angelic statue before them. A glint flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes; the massive angelic statue before him emitted a dazzling golden light.

At the same time, a portal appeared in front of the angel statue, which looked extremely sacred and noble.

Bofeng sensed it immediately, and even saw a golden holy sword standing not far ahead, waiting for the angel's successor to draw it and continue the glory of the angel race.

The three of them entered the angel statue together, and a rich, sacred aura enveloped them.

This is a separate space. The sky is golden, and beneath the three of them stands a golden platform engraved with some kind of incomprehensible pattern and some unknown characters.

According to Qian Daoliu, these texts record the great achievements of the first generation of angel gods.

Namikaze: "..."

Not interested...

Directly in front, a golden holy sword stands in mid-air, its blade dazzling and radiant, with wings resembling angel wings at both ends.

The entire space exists because of the Angelic Holy Sword. Qian Renxue's task is simple: pull it out!

Qian Daoliu said, "Xiaoxue, this is where the seventh test of the angels takes place."

"Your task is simple: draw out the angel's holy sword."

These simple words put Qian Renxue under unprecedented pressure. This was her first time here, and she had even witnessed the divine artifact of the Angel God: the Angelic Holy Sword.

Looking at the angelic holy sword standing in mid-air ahead, it was so dazzling and radiant.

Then, Qian Renxue turned her gaze to Bo Feng and asked, "Feng, in the Nine Trials of the Sea God that you experienced, were there any similar trials?"

Namikaze laughed and said, "Of course!"

"My seventh test as the Sea God was to pull out the Sea God's divine weapon, the Trident of the Sea God. The Trident of the Sea God weighs 108,000 jin. Pulling it out almost cost me my life."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's expression changed slightly. She looked at the Angelic Holy Sword, which was radiating angelic light not far away, and then fell into deep thought. Could she draw it?

The Trident of the Sea God of the Wave Wind weighs 100,000 kilograms and 8,000 jin (approximately 4,000 kg). I had heard my grandfather say before that the Angelic Holy Sword only weighs 36,000 jin (approximately 18,000 kg). But for Qian Renxue, this is not just a string of numbers, but a profound responsibility on her shoulders.

And so, Qian Renxue calmed herself down and walked slowly toward the Angelic Holy Sword with a resolute gaze. She could feel that with each step she took, her feet felt incredibly heavy.

The Angelic Holy Sword truly lives up to its reputation as a divine weapon of the Angel God. Its aura alone is so powerful that it's hard to imagine how earth-shattering its power would be when Qian Renxue wields it.

Qian Renxue stepped onto the golden corridor, the angelic holy sword almost within reach.

Suddenly, a strange black aura began to spread unchecked, obscuring the holy light of the angels, and a continuous stream of darkness emerged from the bottom of the golden corridor.

Upon seeing this, Namikaze frowned, a glint of sea god's light flashing in his eyes. In the darkness, Namikaze saw a figure, a figure that seemed so familiar...

……

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The entire space was divided in two, one half light and the other half darkness.

Bo Feng looked at the two similar-looking people on the field, and his eyelids trembled involuntarily.

"Uh……"

Namikaze was stunned...

There are two Qian Renxue, one is the original, and the other is a pirated version.

The official version is Namikaze's wife, whom I believe everyone is already very familiar with.

As for the pirated version...

Her slender figure, dressed in a gray-black palace gown, with long, flowing gray hair, was different from the original Qian Renxue's noble appearance.

This pirated version is quite interesting to Namikaze...

blah blah blah...

Although this bootleg version looks good, and her figure is more voluptuous than Xiaoxue's, her alluring smile is captivating, and her bright eyes seem to steal your soul.

Tell me, who wouldn't love a snow-covered peak like this?

The two stood face to face, each holding an angel's sword, shrouded in light and darkness.

Suddenly, the pirated Qianrenxue winked at Bofeng.

Namikaze received it, quickly coughed, and his face flushed red...

Upon seeing this, the genuine Qian Renxue gave Bo Feng a warning look, telling him to be careful as he might not be allowed into her room that night!

Namikaze: "..."

One is the real wife, while the other "wife" is a pirated version.