Qian Daoliu spoke seriously:
“Feng’er, do you understand now?”
“The old man in your mind is not an ordinary person—He is an extremely powerful god. The fact that He chose you as His successor is a blessing for Spirit Hall. Your special martial soul may also be because of Him.”
Lin Feng suddenly understood.
“So that white-haired grandpa is a god… and I am His chosen successor. In the future, I will inherit His power!”
“Exactly,” Qian Daoliu nodded, then asked, “Did He say anything else to you?”
Lin Feng thought for a moment, then smiled.
“Grandpa, He said my current soul power is too low, so I’m not suitable to start His trials yet.”
“But when conditions allow, He will directly help increase my strength and raise my soul power.”
“When I reach level 90, I can officially begin His inheritance and start the Order Trials!”
“…What?!”
Qian Daoliu froze in place.
“He told you that just now?!”
That meant—
The god had been watching Lin Feng all along.
And even more shocking—
This God of Order promised to personally help increase Lin Feng’s strength!
Back then, when Qian Daoliu took the Angel God’s trials, everything followed strict rules.
No shortcuts. No direct help.
But Lin Feng?
Before even starting the trials—
The god was already helping him!
“Yes, Grandpa,” Lin Feng continued.
“He also said that if I want to contact Him, I can just call His name—‘Order.’”
“But normally, I shouldn’t disturb Him unless I have trouble.”
“He also said the Sword of Order He gave me is a divine weapon. I can use part of its power once I reach level 90.”
“For now, my main task is to improve my soul power as fast as possible.”
Qian Daoliu’s expression became extremely strange.
“This…”
Was this even possible?
Could a god treat His successor like this?
This wasn’t just guidance—
This was like raising a child step by step!
For a moment, Qian Daoliu felt his worldview shaking.
Since when did gods become so… attentive?
So… overly caring?
“Ahem… perhaps the god has His reasons,” he muttered to himself.
“Maybe Lin Feng has something special that even a god values deeply.”
“I understand,” Qian Daoliu said, calming himself.
“Feng’er, don’t worry. Grandpa will also help you increase your soul power.”
“But we must not use methods that damage your foundation just for fast progress.”
Then he asked:
“Feng’er, do you want to become the Holy Son of Spirit Hall?”
“The Holy Son?” Lin Feng looked puzzled.
To him, it was just a public identity—nothing more.
“That’s right,” Qian Daoliu said.
“If you become the Holy Son, your status will be extremely high. You will be respected by many, and it will be easier for you to do things.”
“At the same time, Spirit Hall’s resources will be focused on you.”
“But if you don’t want it, Grandpa won’t force you.”
Lin Feng thought for a moment, then asked:
“Grandpa, do you want me to become the Holy Son?”
Qian Daoliu smiled.
“Of course I do.”
“If you become the Holy Son, you can act more freely without always asking me.”
“It will also train your abilities…”
“…and prepare you to become the future Pope.”
Yes—
Qian Daoliu was already planning to raise Lin Feng as the next Pope of Spirit Hall.
A person with a divine-level angel martial soul—
And also chosen by a god—
Such a person could surely lead Spirit Hall to a whole new height.
“The future Pope…” Lin Feng murmured.
Then he nodded.
“Grandpa, I’m willing.”
To be honest, he didn’t care much about being the Holy Son.
But since his grandfather wanted it—
He agreed.
After all, respecting elders was a virtue he believed in.
Qian Daoliu was overjoyed.
“Feng’er, you actually have six more grandpas!”
“When we arrive at the Worship Hall, I’ll introduce you to them.”
“Six more?!” Lin Feng widened his eyes in surprise.
“Haha!” Qian Daoliu laughed.
“They all worship the elders of Spirit Hall.”
“I am the First.”
“Golden Crocodile is Second, Qing Luan is Third, Lion is Fourth, Guang Ling is Fifth, Qian Jun is Sixth, and Jiang Mo is Seventh.”
“They are all Peak Douluo—my comrades, my friends… and now, your grandfathers too.”
Lin Feng nodded obediently.
If this were a story title… it would be something like:
‘Douluo: My Seven Titles: Douluo Grandfathers!’
In his heart, Lin Feng thought:
“I’ve already revealed my dual-form martial soul and god inheritance to Qian Daoliu.”
“In the future, if my strength suddenly increases…”
“I can just blame it all on that mysterious ‘god.’”
Under the sunlight, the two walked side by side.
Their shadows stretched long on the ground—
Looking just like an ordinary grandfather and grandson,
Heading toward the Worship Hall together.