Chapter 1 Old Deng, the Spirit Hall is doomed sooner or later in your hands.
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Douluo Continent, Martial Soul City, Papal Palace.
This is the most supreme place in the human world, and the center of the sacred land in the hearts of all soul masters.
"Qian Xunji, do you want to hear what you're saying?! You unfilial son!"
"With such a vicious mind, how can I entrust the Spirit Hall to you with peace of mind in the future?"
On the high platform, on the papal throne, Qian Daoliu, who was still the pope, roared angrily at the blond man below who looked 70% like him.
The person being relentlessly attacked by Qian Daoliu below is none other than Qian Xunji, the current Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.
Faced with his cheap father's scolding, he simply lowered his head and avoided eye contact.
Simply put, it goes in one ear and out the other.
Qian Xunji felt that there was actually nothing wrong with his plan; it was just that the old man in front of him was too pedantic.
In recent days, he has presented Qian Daoliu with several plans that he considers perfect.
This includes, but is not limited to, sending those old geezers from their temples to slaughter the entire royal families of the two great empires.
Incidentally, the scene was also faked to look like the crime scene of some reckless brute who only knows how to swing a sledgehammer.
In this way, the Spirit Hall could not only take over the two chaotic empires immediately, but also send its own powerful figures to forcibly merge the two empires into one and establish an Angel Empire where everyone worships the Angel God.
They can also manipulate those ignorant people, using the guise of righteousness and a just trial to launch a surprise attack on the Haotian Sect.
As for the first generation Tang Dachui in the Haotian Sect?
Qian Xunji thought that was the time for his cheap father to shine.
As long as he can hold off Tang Chen, the remaining Haotian Sect members will be no match for the righteous attack led by Golden Crocodile Douluo and his retainers.
Moreover, they can also abduct the female members of the Haotian Sect and take them back to the Spirit Hall.
In this way, they will only need to wait a few decades to obtain the Clear Sky Hammer Soul Master that belongs to their Spirit Hall.
The same method can be used for the remaining Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School.
Unfortunately, this perfect suggestion was rejected by Sendou Ryu.
"Old Deng, I'm serious, you should think about it again."
"With your pedantry, the Spirit Hall will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later."
Qian Xunji's words made Qian Daoliu's temples throb as he sat on the papal throne.
This rebellious son's behavior has not only completely deviated from the light and justice of the god they believe in, but now he is even starting to criticize his status as pope.
Enough is enough!
Just as Qian Daoliu was about to explode in anger, Qian Xunji had already sneaked to the entrance of the Papal Palace.
"Old Deng, you'll regret it if you disagree with my plan!"
Qian Xunji's last words were like the fuse that lit a powder keg.
Sen Daoliu, sitting on the papal throne, slammed his fist on the table in front of him in anger.
With a loud crash, the table was split in two.
Table: Speak up for me!
It seemed as if some unknown force had intervened, and Qian Daoliu spoke without any sense of incongruity.
"You unfilial son, I am the Pope!"
...
Back in his Holy Son's Palace, Qian Xunji stared blankly at the exquisitely decorated ceiling with a helpless expression.
Yes, this guy isn't a local.
When he learned that he had come to Douluo Continent and transmigrated into the body of Qian Xunji, he was completely devastated.
What does this mean?
Did he join the National Revolutionary Army in 1949?
His current body has a soul power of only level 86, and he is about to turn 40.
Such talent might be considered genius in the outside world, but within the context of an angelic family blessed by the gods...
According to the memories left to him by the original owner, the original owner seemed to be the weakest in talent among the Angel Qian family in history.
If he doesn't do something, even if he himself isn't captured by Bibi Dong, that ultimate love-obsessed guy, and fed to the spiders, he won't have decades of good life left.
Looking back on these past few days, I recall the time I spent with the original, cheap father of this body.
I won't even mention his pedantic nature.
And yet she keeps holding him back.
Now is the time to properly deal with those Heavenly Dragons of the Clear Sky Sect before that Buddha Tang is born.
By the time the demon child is born, it will be too late.
"I haven't noticed the existence of the system since I transmigrated here, so I probably don't have it."
"I'll go and wipe out that orcish stronghold first. If things really don't work out, I'll give those guys a good beating, even if it means my death."
A strong killing intent was revealed in Qian Xunji's eyes.
In his imagination, if the Asura God in the sky was truly determined to use the Spirit Hall as a whetstone for his great treasure...
Then Qian Xunji would definitely wield his Angelic Holy Sword and plow the entire Douluo Continent.
If they want his life, then he'll make everyone on the entire Douluo Continent pay for it.
Having thought this through, Qian Xunji's mind seemed to clear up a little.
The things that had been weighing on his mind all along seemed to have vanished like smoke.
Unconsciously, he felt that the soul power circulating in his body had become much smoother.
In other fantasy worlds, there's a specific term to describe this situation—"a state of complete mental clarity."
"The Bishop of Chuanyue Pass has come to see me."
Qian Xunji gave orders to the guards below.
Besides Yue Guan, the only other people on the Douluo Continent who clearly knew the uses of those immortal herbs were the Po clan.
As for why a nobody who possessed a body from a low-level martial arts world would know these things?
It's really hard to guess.
Just as Qian Xunji was still deep in thought, a strange-looking man wearing a platinum uniform and with women's rouge and powder on his face walked in.
"Yue Guan greets His Highness the Holy Son."
"Get up."
At this time, Yue Guan is not yet the world-renowned Chrysanthemum Douluo, but merely a Platinum Bishop of Wuhun City.
His soul power is only around level 80.
Although Qian Xunji felt a little uncomfortable looking at his exaggerated outfit, he didn't say anything.
In his previous life, he lived in that place known as the gay capital for more than 20 years. Compared to those people, Yue Guan in front of him was considered better.
"Yue Guan, I ask you, do you have a catalog that records the specific methods of harvesting and consuming immortal herbs?"
When Qian Xunji asked him a question, the latter was first taken aback, and then a look of wild joy appeared in his eyes.
His voice was trembling with excitement.
"Your Highness... could it be?"
(End of chapter)