A Thousand-Year First Soul Ring Shocks Qian Daoliu!

Tang San was not particularly worried about joining Spirit Hall.

He glanced at Qian Renxue, who had sat down beside him with a faint blush on her face, and felt reassured.

Judging by Qian Renxue's behavior, even if Bibi Dong objected, she probably wouldn't be able to stop it.

After all, the Douluo Continent was also known as the Love Continent.

As a transmigrator, Tang San knew all too well just how terrifying the power of a love-addled mind could be.

After enjoying a hearty meal, the two boarded a carriage and set out on the road back to Spirit City.

Spirit City, the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as deep as the sea as he looked at the boy before him.

"You're Tang San?"

At the same time, Qian Daoliu glanced at Qian Renxue, who stood beside Tang San, and could not help letting out a long sigh inwardly.

Damn it, even he, her grandfather, hadn't been this close to his granddaughter in ages.

He had no idea how the brat before him had attracted Qian Renxue. Even with the Angel God's instructions, it shouldn't have been possible.

Qian Daoliu knew his granddaughter's temperament better than anyone.

Qian Renxue was exceptionally strong-willed, even to the point of being stubborn.

If she was unwilling, nothing anyone said could change her mind.

That was also why Qian Daoliu had said little when Qian Renxue left the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace without permission and abandoned her undercover mission.

Qian Daoliu knew that talking would do no good.

Once Qian Renxue had made a decision, almost no one could change her mind.

It was only because she herself had agreed back then that Qian Daoliu had let her carry out the so-called grand plan to steal a nation.

"I am."

Tang San's voice interrupted Qian Daoliu's thoughts.

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on Tang San once more, and he spoke slowly.

"You're not much like your father."

"You know about what happened with your father, don't you?"

No matter what Qian Renxue thought, Qian Daoliu had to get a clear answer.

Because the one who had died was his own son, Qian Xunji.

He had also been the Pope of Spirit Hall.

Tang San's eyes flashed. "I do."

"But he's him, and I'm me. The grudge between him and Spirit Hall shouldn't have much to do with me, should it?"

Tang San felt no burden on his conscience whatsoever as he said this.

First of all, he was a transmigrator. He couldn't even say that Tang Hao had fathered him.

Second, judging by Tang Hao's behavior in the years since he had transmigrated, the guy couldn't be said to have raised him, either.

Without the bonds of birth or upbringing, why should Tang San care about that guy?

Most importantly, Tang Hao hadn't shown up at all these past few days. By rights, there was no way he could have failed to notice Spirit Hall's people approaching Tang San.

Since he hadn't reacted, there was only one possibility.

Tang Hao had run away!

Naturally, Tang San felt nothing for that sort of guy.

Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow, having never expected Tang San to answer that way.

He studied Tang San's expression and, seeing that he didn't appear to be lying, felt somewhat reassured.

"In that case, let's leave it at that. Remember, since you've joined Spirit Hall, you must be loyal to Spirit Hall from now on," Qian Daoliu continued. "Although you have Innate Full Soul Power, your Martial Soul is only Blue Silver Grass, after all."

"You won't receive many resources at first."

Before Tang San could respond, Qian Renxue raised her eyebrows in displeasure.

"Why, Grandpa?"

"I already promised Little San that he'd get the best resources and everything else. At the very least, he should get as much as those Golden Generation fellows!"

At the sight of Qian Renxue's reaction, Qian Daoliu's utterly calm expression finally shifted slightly.

He glanced at Qian Renxue, feeling utterly helpless.

He didn't know what had gotten into this silly girl. Whenever the little brat before him was involved, she acted as though she'd lost her mind.

Naturally, one couldn't treat a new recruit too well.

Only by wielding a big stick in one hand and a carrot in the other could one win the other person's willing submission.

Qian Renxue should have known such a simple art of ruling long ago.

Even Qian Daoliu, the Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall, whose status and power were arguably above even the Pope's, could not help feeling a headache coming on.

How had his granddaughter, once so bright and clever, ended up like this?

Qian Daoliu sighed and looked at Qian Renxue, preparing to teach her a lesson.

"Who promised him that?"

"The three members of the Golden Generation are geniuses chosen through round after round of selection. Each one is exceptionally gifted, and across the entire Douluo Continent, few of their peers can compare to them."

"What about Tang San?"

"What does he have that's worth showing off?"

As Qian Daoliu saw it, at Tang San's age, it was uncertain whether he even had a Soul Ring. Even if he did, it wouldn't be too powerful.

The proper way to handle him was to put Tang San down first, then improve his treatment accordingly.

Ordinarily, with Tang San's strength, there was no chance he could have stood before Qian Daoliu, much less made him spend any effort on techniques for controlling people.

But since this matter involved the Angel God and his only granddaughter, Qian Daoliu naturally took it very seriously.

Hearing Qian Daoliu's words, Qian Renxue gave a delicate huff and patted Tang San with immense pride.

"Little San, show my grandpa."

Qian Daoliu might not know, but she knew full well just how heaven-defying Tang San was.

As soon as she finished speaking, Tang San released his Martial Soul.

A purple Soul Ring appeared, circling him and emitting light.

Looking at the Soul Ring, Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow slightly, and his gaze shifted. Even as a well-traveled and knowledgeable Limit Douluo, he could not help showing a trace of shock.

"This is..."

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, Qian Daoliu would not have believed what he was seeing.

In theory, the limit for a First Soul Ring was a little over four hundred years.

From ancient times to the present, no one on the Douluo Continent had ever surpassed that limit.

Even the most monstrous geniuses might exceed the theoretical limit by a few decades at most, never by a full hundred years.

Yet today, he saw a child of only about six break that limit.

And not by a few decades, nor by a hundred years.

But by a full six hundred years!

Qian Daoliu had originally been skeptical that the Angel's Envoy would deliver an oracle to find a child.

But now, not the slightest doubt remained in his heart.

It was no wonder a god would take notice of talent to this degree.

"Tang Hao... you certainly fathered a fine son."

Qian Daoliu's lips curled upward. He was beside himself with excitement, knowing better than anyone what this meant.

It meant that Tang San was already far ahead of other Soul Masters from the very beginning.

As a Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu naturally knew that Tang San's Martial Soul was not so simple. Now that he had seen this extraordinary thousand-year First Soul Ring with his own eyes, the more he looked at Tang San, the more pleased he became.

His gaze shifted repeatedly between Qian Renxue and Tang San, his brows furrowing slightly.

"It's just that Tang San is still a little too young right now..."

With that thought, Qian Daoliu laughed.

"Good, good, good!"

"I misjudged you before. From now on, we'll do as Xiao Xue says and give Tang San the same resources as the Golden Generation!"