Although Qian Daoliu was incredibly powerful, his indecisive and non-confrontational nature made him easily intimidated by unknown and powerful forces.
Under similar circumstances, if Xiao Yu were facing Tang Chen today, Tang Chen's hammer would have already come crashing down the moment Xiao Yu refused.
Tang Chen wouldn't care about what was behind you. With his lifetime of battle experience, his first priority would be to eliminate a talented genius like you, nipping you in the bud before you could grow stronger. Only then would he consider other matters.
If Qian Daoliu had even half the decisiveness of Tang Chen—or even Tang Hao—how could he have allowed Tang Hao to escape repeatedly?
How could he have allowed the Clear Sky Clan to recuperate and gradually grow stronger with the financial support of the Moon Pavilion?
Under normal circumstances, regardless of who killed his son, as long as he had the excuse, Qian Daoliu should have immediately destroyed the Clear Sky Clan, his greatest enemy. Who in the entire continent would dare to stop him from avenging his son's death?
After annihilating the Clear Sky Clan, he could have focused all his efforts on helping his granddaughter achieve godhood, instead of sending her on some ridiculous undercover mission. Once his granddaughter became a god, who would dare to resist her when she sought to unify the continent?
By then, even if Tang Chen returned, what could he do against a god? Tang Chen wasn't even a divine envoy.
Even if Tang Chen returned during the process of helping Qian Renxue achieve godhood, as long as Qian Daoliu was still around, the worst that could happen would be the destruction of a few Spirit Hall branches and the deaths of some bishops and elders.
If it came to that, all they would need to do was temporarily avoid Tang Chen's combat power and shrink the Spirit Hall's sphere of influence. Would Tang Chen dare to attack the Spirit Hall's headquarters directly?
Even if Tang Chen dared to attack alone, the seven elders of the Worship Hall, along with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's Two Extremes Static Field, could wear him down to exhaustion.
Watching Qian Daoliu silently ponder, Xiao Yu continued, "Elder Qian Daoliu, if you want to kill me, I have no objections. After all, you are stronger than me. If you want to kill me, how can I resist? However, I want to say one thing: in this world, there aren't only two options—submission or elimination. There's a third option: cooperation. Although my strength is insignificant, with my talent and background, I believe I am qualified to discuss cooperation with you."
As soon as Xiao Yu finished speaking, before Qian Daoliu could respond, a gentle and dignified voice rang out behind Xiao Yu.
"Then let's cooperate. Xiao Yu, you have the qualifications to cooperate."
Hearing this voice, Xiao Yu and Qian Daoliu both turned their heads.
They saw a graceful figure with snow-white wings slowly approaching.
This figure radiated a golden light.
Her waist-length golden hair fluttered in the wind.
She wore a golden battle dress that clung to her body.
Her figure and appearance were flawless as she flew toward them.
"Xue'er..."
Seeing his granddaughter, Qian Daoliu sighed helplessly.
Since his granddaughter had spoken, he could say no more.
Qian Daoliu was indeed wary of the mysterious forces behind Xiao Yu.
This was also the first time Xiao Yu had seen the most beautiful angel on the continent. He couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Looking at this stunning angel whose beauty and figure were no less than Bibi Dong's, Xiao Yu couldn't help but exclaim.
Indeed, the animation team did an amazing job.
"Kid, we can cooperate, but stop staring. What are you trying to do?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, Qian Daoliu saw Xiao Yu openly staring at his granddaughter and couldn't help but feel annoyed.
This anger had nothing to do with Xiao Yu's earlier refusal. It was purely the frustration of seeing someone eyeing his precious granddaughter.
This kid already had so many beautiful girlfriends. Was he still not satisfied?!
Was he now setting his sights on his granddaughter?!
"Uh..."
Xiao Yu didn't know how to respond.
He could only smile wryly.
On the other hand, Qian Renxue seemed quite pleased with Xiao Yu's gaze.
"So, how do you want to cooperate? With the strength of the Spirit Hall, shouldn't it be easy for you to achieve anything?"
Xiao Yu spread his hands and asked.
"Xiao Yu, it's late tonight. Let's discuss this tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will officially become the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. I'll tell you the details of our cooperation then."
After saying this, Qian Renxue turned to Qian Daoliu.
"Grandfather, let's go."
"Alright."
Then, under Qian Renxue's lead, Qian Daoliu left.
Although Qian Daoliu was somewhat worried about his granddaughter's approach—after all, he was concerned that she might not be able to take the lead in her cooperation with Xiao Yu—he reminded himself that his granddaughter was destined to become a god. No matter how strong Xiao Yu was or how mysterious his background, what could he do against a god?
With this thought, Qian Daoliu felt slightly more at ease.
Watching their retreating figures, Xiao Yu also breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for Qian Daoliu's indecisive nature, it would have been difficult to intimidate him with words alone today.
As for cooperation, it was likely just about helping Qian Renxue take control of the Heaven Dou Empire.
As long as it didn't involve Blue Tyrant Academy, Xiao Yu didn't care who ruled the empire.
Thus, Xiao Yu turned and quickly made his way back to the inn.
Before long, Xiao Yu returned to the inn, his body still humming with tension from the encounter with Qian Daoliu. Before he could even shut the door, Zhu Zhuqing rushed into his arms, her large breasts pressing against his chest.
"Xiao Yu, what happened? I was so worried!" she whispered, her voice trembling.
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he captured her lips in a kiss, his hands sliding down to grip her waist. Zhu Zhuqing gasped but quickly melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair.
The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, when suddenly—poof—a soft sound filled the room. In a flash, two more Zhu Zhuqings appeared beside them, identical in every way. Her Shadow Clone ability.
Xiao Yu pulled back, thumb swiping the saliva from Zhu Zhuqing's swollen lips. "Now this," he growled, "is how you welcome me home."
The clones shuddered in unison as he shoved the real Zhu Zhuqing onto the bed. Before she could react, he yanked her robes open, exposing her bare skin. His mouth crashed onto hers again, swallowing her moans as his hands groped her breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples.
"Xiao Yu ah~! Please~" she begged, already arching into his touch.
He didn't make her wait. In one swift motion, he tore off her panties and plunged two fingers inside her dripping core. Zhu Zhuqing cried out, her back bowing off the bed as he curled his fingers just right.
"Look at you," he murmured, watching her squirm. "Already so wet for me."
The clones whimpered, their hands roaming over their own bodies in sync—pinching their nipples, sliding between their legs—but Xiao Yu tsked.
"Did I say you could touch yourselves?" he demanded.
They froze, trembling.
"Good girls wait their turn."
With that, he positioned himself between Zhu Zhuqing's thighs and thrust into her in one smooth stroke. She screamed, her nails digging into his back as he set a relentless pace.
"F-faster! Harder!" she sobbed, her walls already fluttering around him.
He obliged, slamming into her with enough force to shake the bed. The clones watched with glazed eyes, their own hips rocking helplessly in the air, desperate for friction.
When Zhu Zhuqing's thighs began to quake, Xiao Yu knew she was close. He leaned down, biting her earlobe as he growled, "Come for me."
With a broken wail, she obeyed her body convulsing as she squirted around him, soaking the sheets beneath them.
But he wasn't done.
Pulling out, he grabbed the nearest clone and flipped her onto her hands and knees. "You're next."
She barely had time to nod before he was inside her, fucking her just as ruthlessly as he had her original. The second clone clung to his back, her breasts pressed against him as she whispered filthy pleas in his ear.
By the time he finished with all three, the room reeked of sex, and the Zhu Zhuqings lay in a panting, sweaty completely spent.
The Morning After
Liu Erlong's voice sliced through the haze. "Xiao Yu, we leave for the ceremony in an hour. Dress appropriately."
Before he could respond, the door flew open. Liu Erlong froze, her sharp eyes scanning the scene: Xiao Yu, still naked and glistening with sweat, standing over three utterly wrecked Zhu Zhuqings.
A slow smirk curled her lips. Without a word, she dropped to her knees and took his half-hard cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Slurp. Slurp.
The wet, filthy sounds filled the room as she sucked him deep, her fingers working his shaft in rhythm.
Xiao Yu groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she took him to the brink—
"Since you're already busy," she purred.
"Let me help you relax properly."
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Before long, under the Crown Prince's lead, they arrived at the viewing platform for the Holy Maiden succession ceremony.
As soon as they arrived, they saw many familiar figures standing behind the Pope.
There were also many red-robed bishops and black-robed elders nearby.
As time passed, more and more people arrived.
Finally, when the seven elders of the Worship Hall, led by Qian Daoliu and dressed in golden robes, entered the venue, the entire place fell silent.
The ceremony was solemn but quick, without any unnecessary delays.
After the former Holy Maiden, Hu Liena, stepped down, Qian Renxue walked onto the stage under the gaze of the crowd.
Then, under the guidance of Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, she completed the Holy Maiden succession ceremony.
Below the stage, Hu Liena watched Qian Renxue on the platform.
A trace of inferiority flashed in her eyes.