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**Chapter 215: The Daughter Is Definitely Not Wrong**

Qian Renxue slowly returned to the present, her little hands still exploring Zhao Ling's face. Feeling bold, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his left cheek.

She giggled inwardly, proud of her successful secret kiss. Brother Ling is so handsome, it's impossible to resist!

Zhao Ling's already impressive appearance had improved over the past five years, raising his charm level from 91 to 96. Along with this, his Female Killer trait had upgraded from level 2 to level 4.

Female Killer lv.4 (Passive): Triggered when Charm reaches 1600%. Gains an additional 50% favorability when meeting a new female target, while reducing negative impressions by 50%. In long-term interactions, favorability increases faster than at level 3. For spouses, this transforms into unwavering devotion.

Based on the progression of this skill, Zhao Ling estimated that reaching Female Killer lv.5 would require a charm value of 3200%.

Despite his curiosity about the trait's maximum potential, Zhao Ling dismissed the thought for now. His attention was drawn to Qianxunji's subtle glare.

Awkwardly, Zhao Ling handed Qian Renxue back to her father, forcing a sheepish smile. "Well, Teacher, if there's nothing else, I'll go see Dong'er now. I, uh—"

Before he could finish, Zhao Ling disappeared in a flash, leaving Qianxunji dumbfounded.

Qianxunji rubbed his temples, a mix of frustration and amazement flooding his mind. This guy's strength grows more ridiculous by the day. He's not even level 99 yet, but his abilities are beyond comprehension.

Recalling the spar between Zhao Ling and his father four years ago, Qianxunji marveled at the results. His father, the High Priest, had used 80% of his power and fought Zhao Ling to a draw. Yet, his father had suspected that Zhao Ling had only used 50% of his strength at most.

If that was Zhao Ling at level 95, how powerful must he be now?

Qianxunji silently praised his past self for overseeing Zhao Ling's engagement to his disciple. If he hadn't bound him to the Spirit Hall then, it would be nearly impossible to secure his loyalty now.

He chuckled at the memory of the Tiandou Empire's futile attempts to recruit Zhao Ling. Offering him the title of royal priest, a palace, and 5 million gold soul coins was laughable for someone of his caliber.

Predictably, Zhao Ling had resigned after a short stint, returning the gold and the palace, keeping only one item: the Heart of the Sea God.

When Qianxunji learned of this, he was stunned. An artifact tied to the gods, now in Zhao Ling's hands? The Tiandou Empire truly underestimated him.

Turning his attention back to his daughter, Qianxunji noticed Qian Renxue puffing her cheeks in anger, glaring at him with displeasure.

"What's wrong, Xue'er?" he asked cautiously. "Why are you looking at Daddy like that?"

Qian Renxue crossed her arms and huffed. "You're a bad dad! Why didn't you let me stay in Brother Ling's arms longer? I don't want you anymore!"

Her dramatic outburst left Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo struggling to stifle their laughter. They knew better than to risk offending the Pope by laughing openly.

Qianxunji, thoroughly confused, replayed the events in his mind. 'I didn't snatch her back—Zhao Ling handed her over himself. How is this my fault?'

Still, Qianxunji couldn't shake his daughter's anger. Her adorable pout and refusal to look at him made him feel guilty. 'What have I done to upset her this time?'

He sighed deeply. Having a daughter in his later years was both a blessing and a challenge. He adored her but often found himself at odds with her whims.

What puzzled him most was how affectionate his daughter was toward her grandfather, often calling him "Grandpa" and showering him with attention. Meanwhile, Qianxunji had to wait months for her to even say "Dad."

Still, he couldn't blame her. 'She's my precious daughter, after all. If she's upset, it must be my fault—not hers.'

As Qianxunji reflected on his parenting, he resolved to spend more time with his daughter. He hoped his disciple, Dong'er, would soon reach Titled Douluo strength so he could step down as Pope. Then, he could devote himself entirely to his family and coax his daughter out of her frequent bouts of dissatisfaction.

For now, he could only work harder to win her favor, one small step at a time.

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