"Nine...Nine-Colored Goddess?"
Nine-Colored Goddess, a third-level deity.
In the realm of gods, a god of this rank is simply incomparable to a first-level god, an angel god.
The problem is... the timing is wrong, and the identity is wrong!
One of the Sea God's inheritors has already gained the upper hand, and now another Nine-Colored Goddess has appeared.
Where...where should Xue'er be placed in the rankings?
Qian Daoliu's old face turned a deep purplish-red, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.
He felt that his worldview had been shattered by this young man in the short span of an incense stick tonight.
Seeing his expression, Ning Liu seemed to realize that she had spoken too quickly, so she kindly offered an explanation.
"Great High Priest, please don't misunderstand. The Nine-Colored Goddess's rank is indeed far inferior to that of the Angel God."
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's spirits lifted slightly, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes.
That's right, how can a level three god compete with a level one god?
However, Ning Liu's next words completely shattered his sliver of hope.
"However, that inheritor is named Ning Rongrong."
Ning Liu's tone was very calm, as if he were talking about an ordinary family matter.
“My surname is Ning, and I come from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. She is my cousin. We can’t treat her unfairly, don’t you think?”
His words were spoken casually, yet every word was piercing to the heart.
Qian Daoliu was completely stunned.
He stared blankly at Ning Liu, his brain unable to process the logical relationships involved.
The rank of gods... isn't that the most important thing?
Why is it that when it comes to him, a surname or a kinship is less important?
What kind of logic is this? What kind of rule is this?!
Qian Renxue, standing behind him, trembled once more.
If she felt shocked and disappointed when she first heard about the successor of the Sea God, feeling that she had met a worthy opponent.
So at this moment, upon hearing the name Ning Rongrong and Ning Liu's matter-of-fact explanation, she felt an unprecedented sense of absurdity and... humiliation.
Ning Rongrong?
That little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?
If the position of the principal wife has already been taken by the successor of a god of the same level, now even the second position is going to be taken away by a third-level god who relies on nepotism.
What about myself?
The heir of the dignified Angel God, the future ruler of the continent, is he to be ranked third, or even further down?
Her sacred and noble face flushed red and then turned pale, her long eyelashes trembling violently.
"no!"
Qian Daoliu slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang. He simply couldn't hold back any longer.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Ning Liu, looking as if he were about to fight to the death.
"Sect Master Ning! Xue'er is the Angel Goddess! A first-level deity! Even if... even if she can't be the principal wife, she absolutely cannot be ranked behind a third-level deity!"
He no longer cared about manners; now he was an old man desperately fighting for his granddaughter's future.
Ning Liu was both amused and exasperated by his excited expression.
He put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, spread his hands, and showed a helpless expression on his face.
"Great Master, please calm down."
"I can't calm down!"
"You seem to have misunderstood something."
Ning Liu's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out Qian Daoliu's roar, "From beginning to end, you've been the one talking, and I haven't agreed yet."
One sentence, like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguished all of Qian Daoliu's excitement and anger.
He stood frozen in place, mouth agape, like a fish out of water.
yes.
What's the point of arguing about being the first wife, the second or third wife...? She hasn't even agreed to it.
All of this is just wishful thinking on my part.
A tremendous sense of powerlessness surged into Qian Daoliu's heart. He felt as if all his strength had been drained, and his expression became somewhat dazed.
The room fell silent once again.
Ning Liu looked at the distraught Qian Daoliu and felt a pang of emotion.
He never expected that this Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, the legendary ruthless and god-loving peerless Douluo, would lose his composure so much over the issue of his granddaughter's "status".
In contrast to the original novel, he personally severed Qian Renxue's emotions for the sake of the so-called inheritance of the Angel God, forcing her to embark on that lonely divine path.
Although his methods are still extreme, his protective instincts are so genuine that it's impossible not to dislike him.
In the end, he was just a grandfather who loved his granddaughter to the core.
Thinking of this, Ning Liu's heart softened a little.
He didn't want to push the old man too hard.
"Great Master, your suggestion is not entirely unacceptable."
Ning Liu slowly spoke, breaking the silence.
Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his head, his cloudy eyes flashing with an astonishing light as he stared intently at Ning Liu, as if afraid he might have misheard a single word.
Ning Liu met his gaze without looking away, and instead turned to Qian Renxue behind him.
"However, I don't want to force this matter."
His gaze fell on the stunningly beautiful woman who had remained silent.
"Marriage is not a transaction. I respect her, so I want to hear what she has to say."
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu was stunned.
Qian Renxue also suddenly raised her head, and for the first time, pure shock was revealed in her beautiful golden eyes.
Is he... asking me what I mean?
From childhood to adulthood, her life has been meticulously planned out.
They were born to inherit the bloodline of angels, and grew up to carry out the plans of the Spirit Hall, disguising themselves and infiltrating, taking each step with care.
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