Qian Xunji Embarrasses Himself—What Does That Have to Do with Me, Qian Xunji?

"System, bind Hao Zi for me. Ah, ptoo—Tang Hao," Qian Xunji said.

Esteemed Host, to bind a target, you must be within fifty meters of the target.

Within fifty meters?

Fortunately, Qian Xunji knew where Tang Hao was now. Otherwise, in a Douluo Continent this vast, he would have had quite a time finding him.

After thinking it over, Qian Xunji left the Papal Hall and prepared to head for Holy Soul Village to bind Hao Zi. Just then, a voice sounded beside his ear.

"Brat, come over here."

Hearing that voice, Qian Xunji could not help frowning. It was Qian Daoliu's voice.

He had transmigrated into Qian Xunji, bound himself to a system, held the highest authority in all of Douluo Continent, and had an adorable Little Cotton Jacket as well as a leaky Good Disciple. Everything was perfect, except for the old father standing over his head. The moment he transmigrated, he had to acknowledge a stranger as his father, even if he did not want to. It was not like he could kill his father.

Qian Xunji rolled his eyes and flashed into the Worship Hall.

Inside the Worship Hall, beneath the Angel Statue, Qian Xunji saw his golden-haired old father standing there with his hands behind his back, not even glancing at him.

"Are you feeling better, Ji'er?"

Ji... Ji'er??

Qian Xunji's mouth twitched slightly as he hurriedly said, "Old Man, could you just call me by my name? Qian Xunji."

Qian Daoliu turned around and said, "Brat, I'm your Dad. What did you just call me?"

"Old Man," Qian Xunji said indifferently.

"You... you're trying to anger me to death!" Qian Daoliu said furiously.

"Enough of that. Tell me why you called me here," Qian Xunji said bluntly.

Qian Daoliu looked Qian Xunji up and down. The golden hair passed down through his family's outstanding bloodline had turned grayish-white on Qian Xunji. His face had also become much paler, and his entire aura was utterly incompatible with the Angel God Temple.

If Qian Daoliu had played Warcraft Continent, he definitely would have struck first and drawn the Angel Holy Sword to judge Qian Xunji. But for now, he merely frowned and asked,

"Ji'er? What happened to you? Why can't I sense the aura of the Angel God on you...?"

Qian Xunji said, "Nothing more than the fact that I don't want to live such a hypocritical life."

Angels were sacred and pure, completely at odds with Qian Xunji's actions. In Qian Xunji's own memories, the reason he had violated Bibi Dong in the Secret Chamber was partly because he wanted to keep her, but also because that old pervert truly coveted her.

Since he was evil, then he would be evil openly and honestly. Why wear the mask of a sacred angel and hide himself away?

"Looks like Tang Hao's hammer hit you pretty hard." Qian Daoliu sized Qian Xunji up, surprised to find that he could no longer see through his own son.

After giving it some thought, Qian Daoliu did not dwell on the matter. Though the angelic aura on Qian Xunji had vanished, he was still his son and Xue'er's father. Qian Daoliu could tolerate Bibi Dong, the enemy who had killed his son, so naturally he could tolerate Qian Xunji as well.

"I am of the same generation as Tang Chen. You are my son, and Tang Hao is Tang Chen's grandson. You are at least a generation above Tang Hao, yet you were hammered into serious injury by someone who had just become a Titled Douluo. Of Spirit Hall's three Titled Douluo, including you, one died, one was injured, and one was crippled. You've utterly disgraced me," Qian Daoliu said in disappointment.

Qian Xunji thought, What could I do? Everyone in the Tang Family was Miao's beloved son. Miao gave Tang Hao cheats, letting someone who had just entered the Titled Douluo realm hammer an established Titled Douluo like me into a half-crippled state. Who was I supposed to reason with?

Still, Qian Xunji took it well. After all, it was that Qian Xunji who had been embarrassed. What did that have to do with me, Qian Xunji? With his current strength, dealing with Hao Zi would be a piece of cake.

"So what if I lost? I'll win it back next time. A hero isn't judged by a single victory or defeat. He may be laughing now, but he won't be laughing in the future. No, he can't even laugh now."

"After all, the only reason Tang Hao could step on my head was because he sacrificed his wife," Qian Xunji said with a wicked grin.

Qian Daoliu: "..."

"By the way, Old Man, the Titled Douluo you assigned to the Papal Hall suffered one death and one crippling injury in that battle against Tang Hao. Shouldn't you assign me some new Titled Douluo?" Qian Xunji suddenly asked.

Although Qian Xunji's own strength was enough, who would complain about having too few lackeys? He could not possibly handle every matter in the Papal Hall himself.

"For example, Golden Crocodile, Lion, Spirit Luan, Guang Ling, Qian Jun, Jiang Mo—give me any two. I'm not picky."

"Brat, they are Elders and your seniors. Their status is equal to yours as Pope. Do you really have the nerve to command them? Shall I go to your Papal Hall too and take orders from you?" Qian Daoliu said.

"Old Man, since they have that kind of strength, they should be putting it to use for Spirit Hall. You've kept them shut up in the Worship Hall all this time. Are they going to lay eggs if you leave them there long enough?"

Qian Xunji felt utterly speechless. Qian Daoliu and the other Elders were so powerful, yet in the original work, they insisted on waiting until Tang San and the others had fully matured before coming out to serve as experience points. Wouldn't it have been better to crush Tang San while he was still weak?

However, if those Elders dared to kill Xiao San and Hao Zi now, Qian Xunji would be the first to object. What were they doing? Hao Zi was Qian Xunji's sworn brother from another father and mother—ptoo, nephew!

"They have a more important mission: to worship the Angel God in the Worship Hall. As for your manpower, I have already arranged it for you. Come out."

A golden-haired woman with a fragrant aura around her and a man clad entirely in black, his face hidden beneath a hat, stepped out.

The two stood very close together, inseparable as shadows. They looked like a couple, so they were probably husband and wife!

When Qian Xunji saw the golden-haired woman, he found that although she was not as beautiful as Bibi Dong, she was still quite attractive. More importantly, the two looked like a married couple. A couple, a couple, a couple... Qian Xunji had to admit, his heart stirred!

"Yue Guan and Gui Mei greet the Grand Elder and Pope Your Majesty." Yue Guan and Gui Mei bowed to Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu.

"What did you say?" Qian Xunji nearly spat blood. "Your name is Yue Guan??"

"Yes, Pope Your Majesty. What are your orders?"

"No, nothing." Of course, Qian Xunji could not say that he had nearly been attracted to a femboy just now. His sexual orientation was absolutely normal. Absolutely normal!