539. The Poorest God

"Qian Renjue, how do you feel?"

The Snow Empress crouched carefully beside him, her eyes full of concern and curiosity.

She could sense that Qian Renjue had become incredibly powerful—so powerful that she was no longer a match for him.

The energy within him had become vast and immovable, giving her a sense of déjà vu, as if she were facing that divine core itself.

"I'm fine."

Qian Renjue responded coolly, his brows relaxing as his blood-red eyes lifted to meet hers.

As the Snow Empress frowned slightly, his silver hair rippled and transformed into gold, his martial soul possession dissolving silently.

His expression softened, becoming as warm as a spring breeze.

The Snow Empress, still crouching beside him, watched with shining eyes, clearly satisfied with his demeanor.

She gently swayed from side to side before leaning closer, extending a delicate finger to poke his cheek.

"Qian Renjue~ I feel like you've become so strong… strong enough to kill me."

"How could I ever kill you?"

Qian Renjue let out a helpless chuckle.

Clenching his fist, he nodded seriously and admitted,

"I have indeed grown much stronger."

"But my cultivation hasn’t changed at all… It’s just that some of my soul power feels like… divine power?"

His tone carried a hint of uncertainty.

"Divine power?"

The Snow Empress face was filled with confusion.

"Yes, divine power—it's the 17% divinity from that divine core."

At that moment, the black six-winged mark on Qian Renjue’s forehead flickered slightly.

The Fallen Angel’s voice rang out.

"Kid, your current strength can no longer be measured by cultivation level—not that it ever could before."

"But now, the difference is beyond comparison!"

"Unless your opponent also possesses divine power or a divine artifact, no soul master can possibly stand against you."

"…"

As the Fallen Angel’s words settled, the Snow Empress gaze lingered on Qian Renjue, filled with fascination.

Meanwhile, Qian Renjue himself remained in a daze, his eyes brimming with both delight and confusion.

"But Ancestor… shouldn’t there be a divine trial? You just… handed it over?"

"A divine trial?"

The Fallen Angel seemed puzzled for a moment before breaking into a playful tone.

"Oh, there is one! The first trial is gaining your title, then losing your virginity, then touching me, riding the disciple, and finally challenging the master—"

"Ancestor! Stop right there!"

Qian Renjue hurriedly cut her off, exasperated.

"If there’s no trial, that’s fine! Really, it's fine!"

"Hmph! Acting all ungrateful!"

The Fallen Angel pouted sweetly.

"The Goddess has already given herself to you for fun—what else is there that I wouldn’t give?"

"You should just be happy about it!"

"Or do you really want me to set up some ridiculous ‘slay a woman to ascend’ trial for you?"

Her voice took on an eerie, sinister tone.

"Uh…"

Qian Renjue broke into a cold sweat and quickly shook his head.

"Forget it, then. I was just thinking it didn’t seem… proper."

"Proper? What a load of crap!"

The Fallen Angel dismissed his concerns, sounding completely unbothered.

"My divine rank has no official divine records—I do whatever I want!"

"My rules are the rules!"

"And besides, shouldn't you be grateful that the Goddess let you take a shortcut?"

"Um… Stop! Just stop!"

Qian Renjue interrupted once again, his ancestor’s words growing increasingly bizarre.

Surely, it wasn’t his mind that was corrupt, right?

"Tch~ Even if you wanted to take the long way, I don’t exactly have the means to let you now."

The Fallen Angel sounded a little disappointed.



The voice gradually softened, reminding him in a low tone:

"I don’t have a divine trial for you, but there might be some small tasks—it all depends on the Goddess’s mood."

"Understood."

Qian Renjue let out a sigh of relief, nodding with mixed feelings.

Who knew if this ancestor’s so-called ‘small tasks’ would be serious or not?

He could only hope she wouldn’t go overboard.

"By the way, there’s one thing I need to make clear in advance!"

The Fallen Angel’s tone turned serious, carrying a sense of embarrassment and helplessness befitting someone utterly broke.

"Please, go ahead, Ancestor."

Qian Renjue, maintaining basic respect, listened attentively.

"You see… You already know I’m a wild god, someone who ascended halfway through. Naturally, that means I don’t have much to my name."

The Fallen Angel sounded a bit bashful but quickly adopted a ‘might as well own it’ attitude.

"Aiya~! Anyway, don’t expect divine-gifted soul rings, soul bone sets, or divine artifacts. You’ll have to earn those yourself!"

"For now, you seem to be doing fine~ Keep up the good work!"

"…"

Qian Renjue hadn’t even processed this when the Fallen Angel added,

"Oh! And one more thing."

"You need to put some effort into maintaining this Goddess—otherwise, I’ll really die on you!"

The corner of Qian Renjue’s mouth twitched.

Great. The most broke god in existence had chosen him as her inheritor.

He had to rely on himself for everything—
And he was responsible for keeping her divine consciousness alive, basically worshipping her to sustain her existence.

But, he supposed, every choice had its trade-offs.

Maybe his godhood inheritance would be easier than his sister’s.

After all, he had taken a shortcut.

"Qian Renjue, are you unhappy?"

At some point, the Snow Empress had drawn close, her soft lips brushing against his cheek.

"No."

Qian Renjue shook his head and lightly nuzzled the Snow Maiden’s lips with his cheek, causing a faint glow to bloom across her face.

Recalling what Qian Renxue had been troubled about, Qian Renjue asked in a soft voice:

"Ancestor, does inheriting a godhood always require a sacrifice?"

"Hard to say, but that step is usually unavoidable."

The Fallen Angel, knowing exactly who he was asking for, patiently explained:

"A divine rank is essentially formed from the accumulation of faith."

"But the mechanism of divine trials nowadays is mostly a shortcut, and every shortcut comes with a price. That price isn’t necessarily irreplaceable, though."

"Using followers is just the most convenient method."

"…"

After hearing the Fallen Angel’s explanation, Qian Renjue finally understood why his path to inheriting a divine rank was so different.

The Fallen Angel God didn’t have devout followers, nor did she have any foundation or prior preparations for passing down her godhood.

So now, as the first of her kind, she was guiding the divine core’s power into him in the most gentle way possible—gradually transferring it until it was fully his.

Seventeen percent divine power—this was the absolute limit he could currently withstand.

His next step was to learn to control it
and continue advancing his cultivation!

Little by little, he needed to complete the transfer of divine power and achieve perfect fusion with the divine core.

"Basically, if you can find a replacement, you can save that old b*tch’s followers."

"…"

Qian Renjue twitched his lips and took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to correct her.

This ancestor was the most senior among them—
Even if Grandfather heard this, he wouldn’t dare to say a damn thing.

No point in nitpicking over small details.

Qian Renjue asked sincerely,

"Then, Ancestor, do you think a million-year soul beast would be a suitable substitute?"

"A million-year soul beast?"

The Fallen Angel was stunned before laughing in amazement.

"You really are something, kid. You actually managed to lure such a rare gem to die for you?"

Hearing this, the Snow Maiden, who had been planting soft kisses like a pecking chick, paused.

Her pink lips left Qian Renjue’s cheek, and she, too, looked at him in shock.