Chapter 147: A World Where Only Bibi Dong Was Hurt
Golden light surged, and a figure, appearing out of nowhere, stood before Qin Xuan and Qian Xunji. The figure gradually became clear, and the surrounding golden light intensified significantly. Especially the two angel statues at the very top of the hall, their enormous golden longswords spewed flames over 10 feet long, filling the space with an indescribable sacred aura.
The figure that appeared before Qin Xuan and Qian Xunji was none other than Spirit Hall's High Priest, the Douluo Hall Master, Qian Daoliu.
He had, on this rare occasion, left the Elder Hall precisely to preside over the wedding of his son, Qian Xunji, and Qin Xuan.
This was not yet the Spirit Hunting Operation 30 years later.
In this era, Qian Daoliu had only been in seclusion for a little over 10 years, and many people still recognized him and knew of him.
The moment Qian Daoliu appeared, the entire hall was stunned into absolute silence. The celebratory music faltered, and the idle chatter of hundreds of powerful Spirit Masters died instantly.
His presence was not merely an entrance; it was a manifestation. As the High Priest, he was a living legend, a figure of mythical status. His power, a terrifying Level 99, pressed down on everyone, a weight that was both sacred and suffocating.
Every guest, regardless of their standing, felt an instinctual urge to lower their gaze, as if looking upon him directly was a form of blasphemy.
Especially from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's direction, in Sword Douluo's eyes, Qian Daoliu's figure seemed to expand infinitely.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles white. He stared intently at Qian Daoliu, his sharp, sword-like aura threatening to break free. This was because his father had died of his injuries after being defeated by this very man.
His lifelong wish was to personally defeat Qian Daoliu one day.
But when he truly faced Qian Daoliu, he realized how unattainable that goal was. It was not just a gap in spirit power; it was a qualitative difference.
Qian Daoliu stood there, yet he seemed to be everywhere—merged with the light, merged with the hall, merged with the very air. He was a perfect, self-contained world, while Sword Douluo was merely a sharp sword within that world. The disparity was as vast as heaven and earth.
Ning Fengzhi, noticing Sword Douluo's dangerous emotional fluctuations, discreetly took his hand and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Uncle Sword..." His voice was calm, grounding.
"I'm fine." Sword Douluo exhaled slowly, the killing intent receding. He gradually loosened his tightly clenched hands.
"Father!"
"High Priest!"
Seeing Qian Daoliu arrive, Qian Xunji and Qin Xuan simultaneously bowed respectfully.
The other guests also rose to greet him, their movements stiff with reverence.
Even the Clear Sky Sect, who disliked Spirit Hall the most, dared not be presumptuous in the slightest. Their inherent arrogance was completely suppressed.
They could curse Qian Daoliu as a coward behind his back, whispering about his failure to challenge their ancestor Tang Chen, but when truly facing this Level 99 Limit Douluo, they dared not even utter a single fart.
"Ji'er, Xuan Er, today is the joyous day for you two brothers, no need for excessive formality."
Qian Daoliu's gaze casually swept over the guests present. His eyes seemed to hold the radiance of the sun, yet felt as calm as a deep sea. His gaze paused briefly on Sword Douluo, a silent, almost imperceptible acknowledgment of the man's hatred, before moving on.
He turned his full attention to Qin Xuan and Qian Xunji, a genuinely gratified smile appearing on his handsome, ageless face.
In the past, his greatest concern was a conflict breaking out between the two, leading to internal strife.
Now, seeing the two brothers so harmonious—with the elder respectful to the younger and the younger friendly to the elder—he felt truly relieved.
In his view, as long as Qin Xuan and Qian Xunji, the two brothers, joined forces, there was nothing significant they couldn't accomplish. The bright future of Spirit Hall, and the unification of the continent, was within reach.
Qian Daoliu did not stay long. He personally officiated the rites, his voice resonating with divine power as he pronounced the unions.
After the wedding ceremony for Qin Xuan and Qian Xunji concluded, he had a few ceremonial drinks with the two grooms, offering his paternal blessing.
He then departed as he had arrived, dissolving into golden light, returning to his seclusion in the Elder Hall.
Afterward, representatives from various major powers offered congratulatory gifts to Qin Xuan and Qian Xunji.
Qin Xuan and Qian Xunji accepted all of them.
Among them, there were not a few who deliberately came to curry favor with Qin Xuan. The line to speak with him was noticeably longer than the one for the actual Supreme Pontiff.
This was because, in their view, Qin Xuan marrying Bibi Dong was a powerful political statement. It indicated that the Next Pope would very likely no longer be Bibi Dong, who was the Holy Maiden, but rather Qin Xuan himself.
Marrying the Holy Maiden was a move that consolidated power, effectively removing her as a rival and absorbing her faction.
And in the previous Sect Competition, they had all witnessed Qin Xuan's ruthless and decisive methods.
Each of them worried about following in the footsteps of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If not for the representatives of the Two Great Empires and the other Upper Three Sects being present, many of these minor sect masters would have knelt to pledge their loyalty on the spot.
Especially Hu Yan Zhen, the young Sect Master of the Elephant Armored Sect, who was practically beaming. He hovered around Qin Xuan, his flattery so thick one could cut it with a knife, almost ready to call him 'godfather'.
Of course, where there was flattery, there was naturally also resentment.
For example, the Clear Sky Sect, and for example, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was fine; someone like Ning Fengzhi, a consummate social butterfly, maintained a perfect, gracious smile. Even if you slapped him, as long as you were stronger than him, he would still smile at you.
The Clear Sky Sect, however, was different. Each of them had a tense, constipated expression, as if someone owed them millions of gold spirit coins, and their faces were all ashen. They sat at their table, a dark cloud in the celebratory hall.
In this Sect Competition, the Clear Sky Sect lost its reputation as the 'World's Number One Sect'. They not only hated the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who had defeated them...
They also came to hate Spirit Hall, which they had always looked down upon, and even more so, Qin Xuan. His single, patronizing phrase 'my nephew' had disgraced the Clear Sky Sect's once-in-a-century genius, Tang Hao.
In their view, if not for Spirit Hall, as the host of the Sect Competition, having handled things unfairly, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would not have been able to win.
Some Clear Sky Sect disciples even believed that since Qian Daoliu had been "defeated" by Tang Chen, Spirit Hall was not worthy of hosting the Sect Competition at all.
[Inorin's Note: Tang Chen (Clear Sky Sect ancestor) and Qian Daoliu (Spirit Hall High Priest) fought, and Qian Daoliu admitted Tang Chen was half a step ahead, though neither truly "defeated" the other.]
Nor were they qualified to rank the World's Sects.
As for Qin Xuan, he had repeatedly humiliated the Clear Sky Sect. Calling the Clear Sky Twin Stars 'nephews' and calling the Sect's Tang Xiao 'Elder brother'—he was practically asking for death.
Facing the Clear Sky Sect's 'deeply resentful' pug faces, Qin Xuan not only didn't get angry but seemed to revel in their discomfort.
He raised his cup in their direction, in front of many Sect Masters, and openly praised his 'nephew, Tang Hao'. "A toast to young Tang Hao! Such spirit! Such... explosive power. He truly takes after his elders. I look forward to his future!"
This made several Clear Sky Sect Elders' faces turn a deep, apoplectic red, their necks thick with strained veins. They were fuming, almost collapsing and fainting from sheer rage.
Getting angry with these guys would only spoil the mood. Qin Xuan simply enjoyed seeing the little mice hate him, yet be unable to do anything about it.
After 3 rounds of drinks and 5 courses of food, and the guests had enjoyed themselves, everyone dispersed. Qian Xunji and Qin Xuan both returned to their respective wedding chambers.
Supreme Pontiff Palace, Qian Xunji's residence.
Qian Xunji pushed open the door and looked at Huang Yueyao on the bed, dressed in a large red wedding gown and covered by a red veil. He couldn't bring himself to be happy.
Because this woman before him was not at all what he wanted, nor was she worthy of his noble status as Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff and heir to the Angel Clan. What he truly wanted was Bibi Dong, who possessed twin spirits.
Yet Bibi Dong was already married to Qin Xuan.
Every time he thought of Bibi Dong riding the horse under Qin Xuan tonight, his heart shattered.
"This damned Qin Xuan, he's simply inhumane! My good disciple, you must take it easy, don't let that Qin thief succeed..."
With the mindset of 'if I can't have it, no one else can', Qian Xunji cursed inwardly for a long time, then turned Huang Yueyao into his target for venting, transforming into a hungry wolf and pouncing on her.
3 minutes later, the most primitive version of Qian Renxue was officially born.
[Qian Xunji's resentment + 8888888]
"Good heavens, Qian Xunji, that old fellow has so much resentment! I let him embrace a beauty, and he actually contributed over eight million emotion points to me, directly doubling my total emotion points. He's simply... my best charging treasure. Hate me more."
Elder Hall, Nong Yu helped the slightly tipsy Qin Xuan upstairs. Seeing the pop-up window suddenly appear before her, and the 17 million-plus emotion points on the system panel, she clicked her tongue.
Level 3 God Position 5,000,000
Level 2 God Position 20,000,000
Level 1 God Position 50,000,000
God King 100,000,000.
Vaguely, he seemed to already see the God Position beckoning to him.
"My Lord, which lady's room do you plan to go to first?"
Back at their residence, Nong Yu glanced at the 2 decorated wedding rooms and respectfully asked.
"Of course, I'm going to Big Sister's room. As for that little hussy Bibi Dong, just let her spend the night alone in an empty room." Jingni, dressed in a large red wedding gown, came out of Nong Yu's boudoir, carrying A Yan.
She handed A Yan to Nong Yu, and to Nong Yu's astonished gaze, she guided Qin Xuan into Jingni's room.
Only Nong Yu was left, her mouth agape in an 'O' shape, and A Yan, who was babbling and also wanted to go in.
As for Bibi Dong, who was left to spend the night alone, the World where only she was hurt was completed.
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