"She looks quite well-behaved, but, big brother, the Divine Child isn't as special as I imagined." Guangling Douluo withdrew his gaze and said with some disappointment, "Just looking at that golden feather on her forehead, you can't tell anything at all; it looks more like a birthmark."
The Demon-Slaying Douluo, who had been eyeing Qian Yuelong with envy, was startled upon hearing this. He turned his head and disapprovingly called out, "Fifth Brother!"
Among the elders of their Hall of Worship, Qian Daoliu is undoubtedly the oldest in terms of age, strength, and seniority. The other elders are of similar age, but not by much. For example, the third elder, Qingluan Douluo, is actually younger than the fourth elder, Xiongshi Douluo, but he is ranked third.
In the Hall of Offerings, the ranking of the elders is based on the order in which they were qualified to enter the Hall. Therefore, apart from Qian Daoliu, who they all call "elder brother" without any reservations, the others address each other by their rank, name, or title. They can call each other "brother" but not "brother."
Qian Renxue, who would visit her younger sister's nursery every few days, couldn't help but defend her sister, saying, "That's not true, Uncle Guangling! Yuelong is really special!"
"Oh? What's so special about it?" Guangling Douluo looked at the anxious Qian Renxue with great interest.
Qian Renxue racked her brains for the right words: "Yuelong...she's smarter than most children!"
The Light Feather Douluo raised his left hand, smiled, and shook his raised index finger, saying, "One of your parents has a six-winged angel martial soul, and the other has a twin martial soul that is rare in the continent, appearing only once every thousand years. It's not surprising that you are naturally intelligent and have great potential. But that won't convince me, will it?"
Qian Renxue was speechless for a moment: "But, but..."
Although she had the most contact with Qian Yuelong, most of the time, when she finished her day of classes and training and went to find her, she would find her younger sister fast asleep. Occasionally, she would bump into Qian Yuelong when she woke up, and then she would start to tell her about her experiences that day, and Qian Yuelong would give her face by agreeing with her with "ah ah".
886 subtly nudged its host: [Did you hear that, host? You've been exposed as a fraud.]
Qian Yuelong was not flustered at all, because—
"grandfather."
Unable to come up with a solution, Qian Renxue looked to Qian Daoliu, who was standing to the side, for help.
The gazes of the three elders also fell upon Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu chuckled and reached out to touch the top of Qian Renxue's head, who looked anxious. He then said to Guangling Douluo, who was watching the show, "Guangling, go and touch the mark between Yuelong's eyebrows."
"Oh?" Light Feather Douluo suddenly became interested. Under the slightly envious gazes of Thousand Pound Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo, he stretched out his well-defined hand towards Qian Yuelong and asked, "Is there anything special about it?"
Qian Yuelong stared at the hand, which was bigger than her face, closed her eyes, and felt the suddenly dimming light and shadows begin to move upwards, and then—
"bite--!"
The golden wing pattern, which resembled a temporary tattoo, was etched between the eyebrows of the Light Feather Douluo when it suddenly burst into a brilliant golden light just millimeters away from his hand. The golden wing pattern imprinted between Qian Yuelong's eyebrows seemed to come alive, flowing with a light golden radiance, shaking the Light Feather Douluo's entire hand away.
"What?!"
Caught off guard, the Light Feather Douluo was stunned. The hand that had been blasted away by the golden light hung in mid-air, its knuckles slightly shrunken.
It was like touching a powerful current of water, which pushed his outstretched hand back with continuous waves without warning.
Qian Yuelong, nestled calmly in her swaddling clothes, watched Guangling Douluo's astonished expression, spat a bubble at him, and silently mocked him.
Stunned, aren't you?
This is an S-grade set piece, and the passive ability of the "Traces of Light" face accessory is: The majesty of the gods cannot be desecrated. Only those she approves of can touch it.
Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo's expressions turned serious. Guangling Douluo's open light brown eye gleamed with a strange light as he looked up at the unmoved Qian Daoliu, his tone somewhat excited: "Big brother, the power just now wasn't soul power!"
Similarly, it's not mental strength.
Qian Renxue's eyes widened, looking astonished as if she were seeing this for the first time.
Qian Daoliu was not surprised at all: "That's right. It's neither soul power nor mental power."
As he spoke, he opened his arms and picked up Qian Yuelong, then lifted her with one hand, while his free hand reached towards Qian Yuelong's brow: "Although it is only similar, it is indeed somewhat similar to the power fluctuations that occur when I test you or other elders with the angelic gods, but the divine power that emerges during the test is much purer."
Qian Daoliu, who was also repelled by the golden light, lowered his hand without changing his expression and said.
Having changed her embrace, Qian Yuelong stopped blowing bubbles. Under the gaze of the deep, dark golden eyes looking at her from above, Qian Yuelong looked away.
Sorry Grandpa, she actually approves of you. But to maintain the image of the divine child, she has to blacklist you for now. She'll add you back later, muah~
Qian Renxue's surprise remained undisguised.
She watched as Qian Daoliu, who had been repelled once again by the flowing golden light etched on Qian Yuelong's brow after reaching out a second time, swallowed back the words that were about to slip out of her mouth.
However, she was not rejected when she touched the golden feather mark between her sister's eyebrows several times.
Qian Renxue glanced at Qian Daoliu and the other two elders who were reaching out to try and repeat the same mistake. She then looked at her younger sister, whose expression clearly showed some anger, and who was spitting bubbles at the three elders who were repeatedly reaching out to her. After thinking for a moment, she still didn't say anything.
Sensitive to emotions, the Demon-Slaying Douluo noticed the anger on the baby's face and exclaimed, "Whoa!" "Not even a year old yet, and already has quite a temper."
“Jiangmo, she’s just a child,” Qianjun Douluo reprimanded his younger brother Jiangmo Douluo for his behavior, then pinched the baby’s soft cheeks.
Guangling Douluo chuckled and poked Qian Yuelong's soft, chubby cheek: "Isn't it good to be more lively?"
Qian Yuelong, writhing in impotent rage: "Aaaaah!"
How dare you! How could you treat the son of God like that!
Damn it! Someone come quick and stop them!
Peeping on the screen 886: [...laughs.]
[Ding—Hello System, your host Qian Yuelong has activated the blocking mode for you. Have a pleasant stay in the "black room."]
886: [qaq]
......
In contrast to the harmonious atmosphere inside the Papal Palace, only a faint candlelight shone in another underground chamber.
The man wearing a golden crown sat cross-legged on a stone platform made of cold jade. His face was sculpted, with handsome features and distinct angles. He remained motionless in a seated meditation posture with his eyes closed. Dense golden mist swirled around him, and occasionally a few strands of golden hair, blown out by his soul breath, would slip out from under the crown on his head.
After a few breaths, the man slowly opened his eyes, which were brimming with a light light. The resentment and unwillingness that filled his dark golden eyes made his handsome features look somewhat ferocious.
No, I still can't break through the level 93 barrier!
As negative thoughts raged through his mind, the light covering the surface of the man's pupils gradually faded, revealing the dark golden pupils that were exactly the same as Qian Daoliu's.
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