525. Still Little Brother

Hearing Qian Daoliu and the others urge for descendants, Qian Renxue frowned slightly and softly said:

"I don't think there's any need to rush. Getting pregnant before marriage—what kind of example would that set?"

"Haha, if it happens, just marry her sooner," Azure Luan suggested with a smile.

Such situations weren't uncommon across the continent.

Qian Daoliu nodded in agreement. "Exactly, that's how it should be!"

Qian Renxue pursed her lips and glanced at Qian Renjue.

"Jue, what do you think?"

Before her words fully landed, Qian Renxue moved closer to him.

Ling Yuan, noticing this, tactfully stepped aside to give them space.

She had been paying attention earlier and realized that Qian Renxue's cultivation far surpassed her own, even giving her a sense of facing someone like Bibi Dong.

She decided it was best to tread carefully.

"Uh, about this…"

Qian Renjue felt a bit wary as his sister grabbed his collar. Those hands might send him flying with another over-the-shoulder throw.

However, he agreed with Qian Renxue’s point.

Looking up at Qian Daoliu and the others, Qian Renjue smiled.

"Sis is right; there's no need to rush. It's better to focus more on cultivation right now."

"Exactly, that’s the right perspective!"

Qian Renxue smiled triumphantly, smoothing out the wrinkles on Qian Renjue’s shoulder while lightly pinching his handsome face.

Good—this brat was being sensible for once!

Qian Daoliu shook his head with a wry smile, deciding not to press further. Perhaps he was being too greedy. At Qian Renxue’s current speed, even if Qian Renjue “planted the seed” now, he might not live to see the day it bore fruit.

"Grandpas, don’t worry. You’ll have great-grandchildren eventually," Qian Renjue said with a reassuring smile.

"Well, just make sure we’re not waiting too long," Golden Crocodile Douluo said, laughing.

"I’ll do my best, Grandpa Golden Crocodile…"

Qian Renjue replied lightly, deflecting the topic.

This wasn’t something he could just make happen instantly—besides, Ye Lingling hadn’t even expressed any intention yet.

Though, if he brought it up, Ye Lingling would probably agree, but he preferred to let nature take its course.

He wasn’t a machine, after all.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Qian Renjue turned to the real matter at hand. Grasping the mischievous hand on his face, he gently placed it aside before looking at Qian Daoliu with a hint of curiosity.

"Grandpa, why did you have Sister Ling Yuan ask me to come here? Is there something else?"

When he first sensed the divine aura, Qian Renjue thought Qian Daoliu wanted him to welcome the future Angel God.

But from the way things unfolded—how Qian Renxue attacked him at their first meeting—it was clear she didn’t need any kind of welcoming ceremony.

If he hadn’t shown up, Qian Renxue would’ve likely sought him out, sword in hand, ready to fight.

He was sure of it.

"Oh, right. I initially wanted to discuss the spirit beast matter, but it turned out that Xiao Xue came out of seclusion at just the right time," Qian Daoliu said, snapping back to the main topic with a smile.

"Jiang Jun sent back news. They’ve located a 100,000-year-old Evil Spirit Orca King."

"Evil Spirit Orca King?"

Surprise flickered in Qian Renjue’s eyes.

That name sounded familiar—it should’ve been a soul of Tang San’s, shouldn’t it?

"That’s right."

Qian Daoliu nodded, taking out a scroll and handing it to Qian Renjue.

"The location is already marked on this sea chart."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Qian Renjue took the sea chart, carefully studying it before committing it to memory.

Qian Renxue, standing beside him, leaned over to rest her arm on his shoulder. Her cheek brushed against his as she smiled.

"Jue, bring me along when the time comes. Let me test my sword."

"Sure."

Qian Renjue nodded in agreement.

"That’s for the best. With Xiao Xue there, it saves me from having to make additional arrangements," Qian Daoliu said with relief, nodding approvingly.

In a few days, both of these siblings would embark on their paths to becoming gods.



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Not lingering long in the Worship Hall, Qian Renxue and Qian Renjue walked together across the grass, leaving the area far behind. Ling Yuan, showing great tact, remained in the hall.

Qian Renxue held Qian Renjue’s hand, swinging it up and down playfully, a content and carefree smile on her face.

Everything felt perfectly normal to her.

"Sister?"

Hearing Qian Renjue’s voice, Qian Renxue turned to the young man beside her, slightly tilting her lovely face upward to meet his gaze.

Her elegant features exuded a commanding presence as she teased:
"What is it? Did I hurt you when I stepped on you earlier?"

"Not at all."

Qian Renjue shook his head gently while squeezing her soft hand.

"Really, or are you just saying that?"

Qian Renxue stopped walking, standing directly in front of Qian Renjue and leaning in closer.

"Really."

Qian Renjue’s tone was earnest. A simple throw like that couldn’t possibly hurt him—his body was more than strong enough.

Qian Renxue stood on her tiptoes, leaning in until their faces were inches apart.

Her lips curled into a smile, her golden phoenix-like eyes soft and warm. She reached out with a delicate finger, tapping his chest.

"Then… you’re not mad at me for hitting you, are you?"

"Uh… of course not."

Qian Renjue stiffened slightly, turning his face away and stepping back cautiously.

"Haha! Such a little kid!"

Seeing his flustered expression, Qian Renxue placed her hands on her hips and burst into laughter.

"Sister, you’re not even that much older than me."

Qian Renjue retorted, exasperated.

"So what? I can call you a little kid, but you can’t call me one!"

Qian Renxue grinned smugly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as she glanced at his sulky face.

Grabbing his chin with a playful smile, she said:
"Anyway, I’m already level 98, and you haven’t even reached Titled Douluo yet. You’re too slow."

"I’ll hit level 90 in a few days," Qian Renjue replied, slightly bending forward to accommodate her arm around his neck.

"Well, keep at it."

Qian Renxue locked his neck playfully, holding him in a mock chokehold. With a smug expression, she declared:
"But if you’re thinking of surpassing me, that’s just wishful thinking. You’d better settle for being my little brother."

"Little kid!"

Pressing against her side, Qian Renjue rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Sister, we’re the same age!"

"Oh, really?"

Qian Renxue released him, crossing her arms behind her back and stepping closer to whisper softly in his ear:
"Even so, you’re still just my little brother."

With that, she nudged him lightly, then turned and began walking toward the direction of their childhood home, hands clasped behind her back.

Qian Renjue stood frozen for a moment, covering his face with his hand and rubbing it twice before hurrying after her.

"Sister, shouldn’t we go home first?"

"Sure, let’s go home first."

Turning back, Qian Renxue’s face lit up with a soft blush as she smiled.

"But tonight, you’re coming with me to rest on that mountain."

"..."

Qian Renjue froze for a second, unsure how to respond.

Qian Renxue’s delicate brows furrowed as she asked:
"Did you hear me?"

"Huh? Yeah, I heard, Sister."

"You’d better have. Otherwise, I’ll drag you up there myself!"

"Wait, what exactly did you just say? Could you repeat it?"

"I said…"

Qian Renxue leaned forward, her voice sweet but her words sharp. Then, raising her tone, she exclaimed:
"You’re dead! Not even Mom can save you!"

"Wait, Sister!"

"No waiting! If I’m going to hit you, it’s better to do it now. Soon You'll be the Pope."

"Give me a chance, Sister! The wind was too loud just now!"

"Let the wind give you a chance, then. Hmph!"

"Ouch…"