"Big Sister Yue, the Fallen Angel is the other side of the Angel God, and she's still human, right?" Leng Yaozhu stroked her chin, emphasizing the word "sister" heavily.
Damn Gu Yue—Genesis Origin is already a divine realm with so many powerful figures holding the fort, and you're worried one Fallen Angel will kill you?
I even called you 'sister.'
Since Gu Yue was laying her cards on the table, Leng Yaozhu decided to do the same.
Watching Leng Yaozhu make her argument with confidence, Gu Yue wasn't about to let it slide. She countered, "Sister Zhu'er, you can't say that. The universe is vast, and there are countless humans. Surely you can't say they all belong to the Douluo Plane? The Fallen Angel left Douluo tens of thousands of years ago and became the Lord of the Demon Plane. By now, she should be considered the Demon Plane's demonic god, not a Douluo human deity."
"In that case, since the Fallen Angel is the Demon Plane's demonic god, let's categorize her under the Demon Plane. Currently, the Demon Plane connects to six planes in total. Excluding the Douluo Plane and including the Demon Plane itself, that makes six. We humans and soul beasts get three each. Let's each pick one, and Big Sister Yue, being the generous one, how about you let your little sister pick first?" Leng Yaozhu smiled sweetly.
"Little Sister Zhu'er, you can't put it like that. The Demon Plane is able to ravage all five of those connected planes at once, which proves that those five combined still don't measure up to a single Demon Plane." Gu Yue also smiled pleasantly.
The two women, calling each other "sister" with every sentence and acting all chummy, were actually sparring with equal intensity—neither willing to back down.
Watching Leng Yaozhu and Gu Yue bickering, the Fallen Angel finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Though being treated like a bargaining chip despite being a dignified first-level god felt a bit shameful, at least it meant they weren't planning to kill or seal her again.
As long as she stayed alive, everything else could be negotiated.
But what was the deal with these two—one human, one soul beast—arguing so intensely and yet not truly hostile?
Since when did humans and soul beasts of the Douluo Plane get along so well?
"Could it be… because of him?" The Fallen Angel shifted her gaze to Xia Yi, who had quietly retreated behind the others.
Ever since Xia Yi and his group had entered the Demon Plane, she had been watching them in secret.
Though Xia Yi barely spoke, everyone else revolved around him.
It was obvious: he was the pillar of the group.
That was why she had knelt to him—she had bet right. Gu Yue hadn't been offended by her kneeling to Xia Yi instead of her, meaning that even Gu Yue, the Soul Beast Empress, accepted Xia Yi wholeheartedly.
But the funny thing was, among them all, Xia Yi had the lowest cultivation.
And even now, while the women "argued," Xia Yi didn't step in at all—a man lacking any sense of chivalry.
Such a man—no strength, no presence—aside from being good-looking...
The Fallen Angel was genuinely curious: how had a man like this made so many powerful women follow him so willingly?
Had the Douluo Plane's females lowered their standards this much over the years?
Noticing the Fallen Angel's odd gaze, Lan Fozi, who was clinging to Xia Yi's arm, giggled, "Husband, your harem's on fire—you're being looked down on."
"As long as the fire doesn't burn me, let them look," Xia Yi replied indifferently. He glanced at Leng Yaozhu and Gu Yue, both still refusing to budge. "How about you go calm them down and tell them to value peace?"
Hearing Xia Yi's suggestion, Lan Fozi immediately shook her head, her ocean-blue hair swaying like waves in front of his face.
"No way. I don't want to get scorched." Are you kidding? Even Xia Yi didn't dare interfere, how could Lan Fozi possibly dare? It wasn't like she didn't know Gu Yue and Leng Yaozhu well.
Those two women were close as sisters, sure—but when it came to fighting over things, they never held back.
Lan Fozi turned a curious gaze toward the Fallen Angel and asked Xia Yi, "Husband, would you say the Fallen Angel counts as the Angel God?"
"She could be said to be, or not. Why do you ask?" Xia Yi asked curiously.
"She reminded me of the Angel God in The Carefree Chronicles of the Celestial Fox. Hehe, that book's practically a prophecy now." Lan Fozi gave Xia Yi a sly smile.
"The Book never mentioned you or your mom," Xia Yi said darkly. That book had been written by someone hired by the Demon Emperor, purely to disgust Leng Yaozhu and Yali. Of course, the Demon Emperor wouldn't mock Xia Yi or Lan Fozi.
He probably never imagined back then that Xia Yi and his daughter would also end up involved.
"Anyway, this Fallen Angel split off from the first-generation Angel God. The one in the book was the second-generation Angel God," Xia Yi rolled his eyes and rubbed her head. "Seriously, what kind of brain do you have to think up this mess? You need to stop reading those trashy banned books."
"Hehe, but now that you mention it, it makes sense. But if the Fallen Angel is the dark side of the first Angel God, then wouldn't the second Angel God also have a dark side? Couldn't there be another Fallen Angel out there? That'd make her the one from the book, wouldn't it?" Lan Fozi giggled.
"Do you think that's possible?" Xia Yi shook his head. "The last Angel God had just become a god when Tang San shattered her godhood and knocked her cultivation below god-level. With that short time, even if she had a dark side, she wouldn't have had time to split it off into another Fallen Angel."
"True," Lan Fozi agreed. Then suddenly, a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. Covering her red lips, she laughed softly, "That Angel God was the daughter of the Rakshasa God, right? And I heard she also had a crush on Tang San. If Tang San had been as much of a womanizer as you, maybe that whole Three-God War wouldn't have happened."
Thud!
Xia Yi smacked her clean forehead.
"Ow! That hurt!" Lan Fozi pouted and looked up at him with puppy eyes. "I wasn't wrong! Why'd you hit me?"
Xia Yi glared at her, "I admit I'm a womanizer, but you? You have the nerve to talk? Who was it that stripped naked and jumped into bed with me and your mom? Fighting your own mom for a man! And don't compare Tang San to me. Say that again and I'll bring out the family punishments."
"Why not? At least he was more faithful," Lan Fozi muttered under her breath, still clearly unconvinced.
Tang San might have had his flaws, but no one could deny his loyalty—and on that front, he definitely put Xia Yi to shame.
"Loyal, so what? Tang San was just a lone hero. He's not even in my league. Sure, I'm a womanizer, a lecher—but tell me, have I ever left any of you wanting?" Xia Yi said proudly.
As a man, there was no greater pride than that.
Listening to their shameless flirting, someone finally couldn't take it anymore. Mother of Crimson turned her head and gave the two of them a resentful glare, her face dark. "Can you two have a little consideration for us single dogs? May your public displays of affection lead to a swift death."
Cough! Cough!
Xia Yi gave an awkward cough and straightened up, then looked toward Leng Yaozhu and Gu Yue. "So, have you sorted the division yet?"
"It's settled. The Demon Plane and one mid-tier plane go to the Douluo Plane. The other two mid-tier and two low-tier planes go to Creation Origin," Leng Yaozhu said, sounding a bit sour. The mid-tier plane she received was the weakest one.
Right now, Genesis Origin already had several god-level powerhouses holding the line. The Douluo Plane urgently needed a god-tier warrior like the Fallen Angel.
If it weren't for the Fallen Angel, she would never have agreed.
Still, gaining a first-level god wasn't a loss for the Douluo Plane.
But thinking of how Genesis Origin had gotten four entire planes, and seeing Gu Yue's smug expression, Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but feel annoyed.