NOVEL NEXT Chapter 91: Chapter 91
**Chapter 91: What Does It Have to Do with Me?**
"Hey, if you don't want to, the teacher won't force you. You're right. As long as Dong'er becomes the Pope, it's no different from you becoming the Pope."
Qianxunji showed a trace of pity on his face as he rose from the Pope's throne. He slowly approached Zhao Ling, raised his hand, and gently patted his shoulder, his eyes feigning kindness.
"In the future, I will entrust Dong'er to you. Her parents passed away when she was very young, leaving her an orphan. I hope you will take good care of her and ensure she doesn't suffer any grievances."
At first, Zhao Ling nodded repeatedly, but he quickly sensed something was amiss.
They hadn't even gotten engaged, let alone married, yet Qianxunji was already playing the role of a doting teacher. His overly familiar demeanor made Zhao Ling want to punch him.
However, Zhao Ling held back, reminding himself that this man was Dong'er's teacher and had raised her with care. As long as Qianxunji didn't harbor the same improper intentions toward Dong'er as described in the original story, he should be respected.
'Besides, I'm the one coveting Dong'er's body…'
Just as Zhao Ling was trying to suppress his annoyance, the hall doors creaked open.
Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo entered, their gazes immediately landing on Qianxunji, who was patting Zhao Ling's shoulder with a seemingly approving smile.
The two men were momentarily taken aback. They had assumed that even if there was no outright conflict in the Pope's Hall, tension would be unavoidable.
But here was Qianxunji, smiling warmly at a stranger. How could they not be confused?
Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo quickly composed themselves, walking over to Qianxunji and Zhao Ling. Qian Daoliu spoke in a tentative tone.
"Ji'er, who is this person? Is he the Titled Douluo with the overwhelming aura from earlier?"
Qianxunji nodded slightly, gesturing toward Zhao Ling.
"Yes, Father. This is Dong'er's fiancé. Although they've only known each other for a short time, they fell in love at first sight. I plan to personally arrange an engagement ceremony for them soon."
"What?"
Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo found this hard to believe. Bibi Dong was Qianxunji's only disciple, and he had doted on her like a daughter since childhood. To describe her as the apple of his eye would be an understatement.
Now, this treasured disciple was being given away to a man from outside their circle? And Qianxunji wasn't angry about it?
The pair quickly deduced the reasoning. The stranger before them, though young—no older than thirty—was already a Titled Douluo. His potential was terrifying, and it was highly likely he could achieve divine inheritance and become a god.
By arranging his engagement to Bibi Dong, the Spirit Hall could secure a powerful ally. If he truly ascended to godhood, he would naturally protect the Spirit Hall in times of crisis.
Moreover, Bibi Dong herself was incredibly talented, possessing two powerful twin martial souls. Even Qian Daoliu had to admit her potential surpassed his own. Perhaps she, too, could one day become a god.
The prospect of two gods rising within the Spirit Hall was tantalizing.
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, saying, "This is excellent. Since they love each other, let's support them. Ji'er, I leave the arrangements to you."
As the conversation unfolded, Zhao Ling studied Qian Daoliu, who appeared to be in his thirties or forties. His handsome features and serene demeanor exuded a calming aura. Despite lacking any overt presence, Zhao Ling instinctively sensed danger emanating from him.
Zhao Ling turned to his diary panel and began typing out his thoughts.
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[Sure enough, the Qian family—Qian Daoliu, Qianxunji, and Qian Renxue—are all blessed with ridiculously good looks. Old Qian Daoliu is almost a hundred years old, but he still looks amazing.]
[With the system bonus, my own appearance rating is already an impressive 88. But compared to Qian Daoliu and Qianxunji, whose appearances score above 90, I feel a little outmatched.]
[Honestly, why did Bo Saixi prefer Tang Chen over Qian Daoliu? Tang Chen isn't nearly as handsome. Are her tastes just… peculiar?]
[Let's face it—most women in my previous life liked good-looking men. Or maybe Bo Saixi's preferences are different. She doesn't care about looks and prefers guys with bulk?]
[It's not impossible. Tang Chen, with the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, probably has a muscular physique with an eight-pack to match. Maybe that's Bo Saixi's type.]
[Still, it's a shame. Bo Saixi and Tang Chen were doomed from the start. Tang Chen fell into Rakshasa God's conspiracy and got parasitized by the blood-red nine-headed bat king. He lost his sanity and became the King of Slaughter.]
[Even if Tang Chen regains his sanity, his days are numbered. But then again, what does any of this have to do with me, Zhao Ling?]
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Satisfied, Zhao Ling clicked "upload" on the diary panel. This time, his evaluation was an A+, rewarding him with an 80,000-year-old external soul bone that promptly fused into his body.
His eyes lit up with excitement. Finally, he had all the soul bones he needed. While the quality of his current soul bones wasn't exceptional, this new external soul bone was a game-changer.
The 80,000-year start was already remarkable, and with its growth potential, it wouldn't be long before it reached 100,000 years. Zhao Ling was content.
After absorbing the soul bone, he noticed a slight improvement in his soul power, though it didn't increase his level. No matter—his progress from nothing to a level-93 Titled Douluo in just 15 years was already astounding.
Closing the diary panel, Zhao Ling continued conversing with Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo, maintaining a confident yet respectful demeanor.
After all, he wasn't just any Titled Douluo—he was one with three 100,000-year soul rings. That alone gave him plenty of confidence.
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