I Became Qian Xunji's Older Brother

Magnificent palaces formed the classically sacred Spirit Hall, gleaming resplendently beneath the sunlight.

Within Spirit Hall, inside an awe-inspiring palace, Qian Xunfeng gazed up at the sky at a contemplative forty-five-degree angle.

"Today, I broke through to Level 90. In a while, I'll have Lion Elder take me to obtain a Soul Ring."

Qian Xunfeng lay on the sofa. Ever since he had successfully been hit by a truck and sent flying eighty meters thirty-eight years ago, he had discovered that he had transmigrated into Douluo Continent.

He had even become Qian Xunji's full-blooded older brother. Because of him, Qian Xunji and he had both appeared ten years later, though that did not matter much.

What did matter was this Spirit Hall. As far as he knew, there were quite a few "wise" people here, every one of them blessed with astonishing "wisdom."

In the later stages, it could practically be said that the soldiers of the Spirit Hall Empire shed their blood and gave their lives on the front lines, while the three fools of Spirit Hall behind them showed mercy to the enemy and deliberately held back.

Wasn't that just: We ministers fought in blood and hardship, so why did Your Majesty collude with the enemy?

Fortunately, he had successfully awakened his Martial Soul, and it had undergone a beneficial mutation.

What delighted Qian Xunfeng the most was that the four pairs of wings behind his Angel Martial Soul represented the crimson-gold of Seraphs, the platinum of Thrones, the pale blue of Cherubs, and the pure gold of Powers.

He could freely switch between all four forms, and each form possessed different Spirit Abilities. It was equivalent to having thirty-six Spirit Abilities—a Four-Life Martial Soul he could switch between at will.

Its only drawback was that his Martial Soul possessed four ultimate attributes—light, fire, time, and space—which made his cultivation speed extremely slow. At thirty-eight years old, he had only just broken through to Level 90.

Although he had been slower than most, he was still the youngest Titled Douluo on Douluo Continent.

"Once I obtain my ninth Soul Ring, I can begin planning Spirit Hall's future development."

A trace of ambition flashed through Qian Xunfeng's eyes. Once he succeeded the Pope, he would spare no effort in developing Spirit Hall until the entire Douluo Continent became Qian Family Continent.

Although he had despised Tang San's actions in his previous life, once he had truly come to this world, he realized that some methods were necessary.

In extraordinary times, his methods would be a thousand times harsher than Buddha Tang's.

"Still, why haven't I found the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well after searching for ten years?"

Qian Xunfeng frowned slightly. Ever since obtaining his seventh Soul Ring in Sunset Forest, he had sent Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo to take a stroll through Sunset Forest whenever they had nothing to do.

"I can only wait a little longer."

Qian Xunfeng had absolute confidence in himself, as well as in Spirit Hall's current strength. At worst, he could follow Dugu Bo in the future. If Dugu Bo refused to join Spirit Hall, then there would be no helping it—he would simply kill him and silence him. The Immortal Herbs were his for the taking.

Besides, as long as he did not die, he could simply stop playing by the rules later and personally wipe out the Clear Sky Sect. He was not like that stubborn old man, who spent every day cooped up in Pope's Palace with a bunch of shut-in uncles, constantly thinking about handing the position of Pope over to him as soon as possible.

He wished he could turn Douluo Continent directly into Qian Family Continent and make it the Qian Family's private garden. As for Douluo's commoners, all he could say was that this was a fantasy world. Without a bloodline, aside from a beneficial Martial Soul mutation, he could not think of any way for commoners to rise.

All he could do was wait until he unified the continent in the future, then lessen the burdens on the commoners so they would not be completely crushed. After all, they were the main source of Spirit Hall's lower-ranking soul masters.

As for Bibi Dong, Qian Xunji had not taken her as a disciple as in the original story. Instead, Qian Xunfeng had accepted her, because it was clear from the original story that Bibi Dong was a complete ingrate who remembered grudges but never kindness.

If Bibi Dong still acted as she had in his previous life, Qian Xunfeng would not mind preparing a perfect dog-training plan for her.

When she ran away with Yu Xiao Gang, he would have her step by step walk into the trap he had designed, until she became a dog loyal to him and obedient to his every word.

Qian Xunfeng did not find anything wrong with this. Not killing Bibi Dong was already the greatest mercy he could grant her.

"Counting the time, it should be about time for Bibi Dong to bring up her nonsense with Yu Xiao Gang."

At that thought, a cold glint flashed through Qian Xunfeng's eyes. He had devised an even more perfect plan for tormenting Yu Xiao Gang.

"Young Master, the Pope requests your presence. He has matters to discuss with you."

At that moment, a Cardinal interrupted Qian Xunfeng's thoughts.

"Mm, I understand."

Qian Xunfeng straightened up.

Perfect. I can have my uncles take me to obtain a Hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring. After all, my first two Soul Rings were both hundred-thousand-year ones.

Pope's Palace.

"You're here."

Within the grand hall, Qian Daoliu held the Pope's Scepter, his golden hair gleaming faintly beneath the sunlight.

"You broke through to Level 90? Not bad."

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunfeng before him with considerable approval. He was extremely satisfied with this son. His seventh Soul Ring was hundred-thousand-year, and when he had only just entered the Spirit Saint realm, he had been able to fight Snake Lance after Snake Lance activated his Martial Soul Avatar, even gaining a slight upper hand. He had also been intelligent since childhood.

In his heart, he had already begun raising Qian Xunfeng as the next Pope and the next Grand Elder.

"Yes, Father. I also came this time to ask Uncle Mighty Lion and Uncle Light Feather to accompany me in obtaining a Soul Ring."

"Good. Once you break through to Titled Douluo, accept the Divine Ancestor's trial. Feng'er, your talent is exceptional. Your future achievements will surely surpass your father's. Perhaps one day, you may even ascend to the God Realm like the Divine Ancestor."

After speaking with great hope, Qian Daoliu used voice transmission to summon Mighty Lion and Light Feather. Before long, the burly Mighty Lion Douluo entered first, followed by the more refined Light Feather Douluo.

At this time, both were Level 96 Super Douluos. Only more than a decade later would they become Level 97 Super Douluos.

"Mighty Lion, Light Feather, take men and follow the traces of this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast on the map. Obtain Feng'er's ninth Soul Ring."

"By your command, Your Holiness."

Qian Xunfeng walked to the entrance. Behind him, Mighty Lion and Light Feather Douluo led nearly five Spirit Douluos and close to a hundred Spirit Saints toward the Star Dou Great Forest.

Once the group reached the outer region of the Star Dou Great Forest, they advanced with unstoppable force. Anything that stood in their way was crushed beneath them.

According to the records, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast discovered this time was an Extreme Flame Swift Wolf, a Soul Beast with ultimate killing power. It was precisely the Soul Beast Qian Xunfeng had dreamed of finding.

Furthermore, the Soul Bones dropped by the previous two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts had been a Hundred-Thousand-Year left arm bone and a right leg bone respectively. He had not absorbed that left arm bone.

That Soul Bone had come from the Soul Beast he hunted for his seventh Soul Ring, and it was healing-type. Qian Xunfeng did not want to gamble on what ability it might grant, so he had temporarily kept it to see whether he could find a better option later.

In any case, the healing and enhancement abilities of his Thrones form were sufficient for now. He was not lacking that little bit of healing.

"Roar!"

Qian Xunfeng had brought quite a few people this time. As they neared the Extreme Flame Swift Wolf, the massive commotion alerted the Extreme Flame Swift Wolf Emperor the moment they approached.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast possessed intelligence nearly equal to that of humans. Seeing that the visitors meant trouble and knowing it could not defeat them, it immediately led the wolf cubs nearby in an attempt to flee.

"Surround those wolf cubs! Light Feather, snipe the Wolf Emperor from afar!"

Mighty Lion Douluo stared at the Wolf Emperor leading the pack in the distance.

"Martial Soul Avatar!"

A Mighty Lion larger even than the Wolf Emperor, its entire body engulfed in flames, appeared before the Wolf Emperor.

"Fifth Spirit Ability, Furious Flame Lion Claw."

Blazing flames lit up on the lion's claws as they viciously swiped at the Extreme Flame Swift Wolf Emperor.

"Rip!"

With a miserable cry, three bloody gashes were torn across the Wolf Emperor's massive body. Sparks continuously erupted from them, burning its flesh and blood.

"You damned humans."

Upon reaching one hundred thousand years of cultivation, a Soul Beast could speak human language. Ignoring the wounds on its body, the Wolf Emperor could only remain alert for Furious Lion Douluo's next attack.

"Whoosh!" An icy feather formed from Soul Power sliced across the sky and brutally pierced through the Wolf Emperor's body. Blood flowed without stopping until it formed a pool on the ground.