The Crisis of Douluo Continent

Qian Xunji formed an intricate seal with both hands, then pressed his palm against the Man in Black's head. This was an ancient technique Qian Xunji had found in Spirit Hall's old records: using Mental Power to form a seal and Soul Power to break into the Man in Black's mind, allowing him to view a person's memories. Qian Xunji slowly processed the Man in Black's memories.

Within those memories, Qian Xunji learned that the Man in Black was named Blood Bat. He had joined a sect and become a disciple of one called the Holy Spirit Cult. But as Qian Xunji continued looking deeper, his mind suddenly shook violently—the Man in Black's sea of consciousness self-destructed.

Qian Xunji slowly withdrew from the Man in Black's sea of consciousness, pondering the matter all the while. There was likely some earth-shattering secret hidden within. From the Man in Black's fragmented memories, Qian Xunji had only seen a few words: "Within a hundred years, the Sun Moon shall return, the Holy Spirit shall shine upon all, and Douluo shall be united."

"Sun Moon... Could that be Sun Moon Continent? And the Holy Spirit Cult... if I remembered correctly, it seemed to be a sect formed by Evil Soul Masters in the original novel. But wasn't Sun Moon Continent supposed to be a matter of ten thousand years later? If Sun Moon Continent were to collide with Douluo Continent within a hundred years, it would definitely be a disaster for Douluo Continent." Qian Xunji fell into deep thought, his tightly furrowed brow fully revealing the turmoil in his heart.

"It seems that because of my arrival, many things in Douluo Continent have changed. The gears of fate have already begun to turn. Can I break the ten-thousand-year pattern of Douluo Continent?"

"Whatever. I'll take things one step at a time. There's always a way when the cart reaches the mountain. I should focus on improving my strength—strength is what matters most," Qian Xunji thought.

Qian Xunji looked once more at the Man in Black lying on the ground and found that he was dead beyond doubt.

Qian Xunji suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly turned around. Jiang Hao was sitting blankly where he was, staring at Qian Xunji as though he had gone stupid.

Qian Xunji quickly dispelled the Soul Power barrier and checked Jiang Hao's condition.

"Big Brother, why do you look different now? Is this also an ability of Soul Masters? It's so fun! I want to do it too," Jiang Hao said happily.

"You little brat, you were scared half to death earlier, but now you're not afraid anymore? This is what I really look like. Before, I was only disguised for the convenience of traveling." Seeing that Jiang Hao seemed to have regained some of a child's innocence, Qian Xunji was happy for him as well. He had probably relaxed somewhat after seeing Qian Xunji avenge him.

"Come on, kid. We shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's leave quickly," Qian Xunji said.

Looking at the hellish scene around them, Qian Xunji mourned the victims for several minutes. Then he led Jiang Hao out of the cave and set it ablaze, burning away every trace of the Evil Soul Masters' sins and allowing the victims to rest in peace. But the sins committed by the Evil Soul Masters would not simply be erased. Qian Xunji swore to make them pay the price.

Suoya City.

Suoya City was one of Heaven Dou Empire's main cities. It was grand and spacious, and the Jiang Family Village that had suffered the massacre also fell within Suoya City's jurisdiction.

That day, a young man dressed in black robes entered Suoya City with a child of five or six. They were none other than Qian Xunji, disguised as Qin Jian, and Jiang Hao.

During their journey, Qian Xunji had continuously taught little Jiang Hao about Soul Masters and various bits of common knowledge, purely to pass the time. He had not expected much from Jiang Hao. After all, he was just a child—playful by nature and unlikely to want to listen to such dry material.

However, to Qian Xunji's surprise, Jiang Hao had remembered nearly every word he said, with hardly any mistakes. Qian Xunji was astonished. He had only told Jiang Hao these things once, yet the boy remembered them so clearly. This was no longer simply diligence; it was Jiang Hao's talent. Delighted at the sight of such potential, Qian Xunji tested him specifically afterward and confirmed that Jiang Hao possessed an eidetic memory. Qian Xunji secretly resolved to have Spirit Hall properly cultivate Jiang Hao.

Moreover, Qian Xunji believed that even if Jiang Hao failed to awaken a powerful martial soul, he would certainly become an outstanding martial soul theory scholar and a pillar of Spirit Hall.

Suddenly, Qian Xunji noticed that some people on the city streets were looking at him strangely. He examined himself. Nothing seemed wrong with what he was wearing, leaving him completely puzzled.

So Qian Xunji used his Mental Power and overheard words that left him dumbfounded. It turned out that people were giving him strange looks partly because they lamented that he had become a father at such a young age, and partly because he himself was dressed neatly and comfortably while Jiang Hao wore coarse linen clothes. His trouser legs had been worn through during the pursuit of the Evil Soul Masters, and his clothes were covered in patches. The crowd was saying that he was an incompetent "father."

Qian Xunji's face darkened. Did he really look that old? He swiftly took Jiang Hao to a magnificent building.

The building was called the Seven Treasure Pavilion. Its exterior was lavish and splendid, while the pillars at its entrance gleamed beneath the sunlight. The entire building was made of pure gold, displaying the immense wealth of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Qian Xunji secretly curled his lip. As expected of the wealthiest sect on the continent—they truly had money. Qian Xunji would never admit how envious he was. Although Spirit Hall was wealthy, the funds allotted to him as the Saint Son were fixed.

Upon entering the Seven Treasure Pavilion, one could see that its entrance was semicircular, with four tall young women standing before it.

These young women had clearly been selected through a strict process. Not only were they all around one meter seventy-five in height, but their figures were also exceptionally well-proportioned. Though they could not be called peerless beauties, their attractive features were still quite captivating. They looked to be no older than twenty.

"Welcome. Is there anything we can help you with? Only those who have undergone qualification verification may enter," a pretty young woman asked politely as she stepped forward.

The interior décor of the Seven Treasure Pavilion differed from the extravagance of its exterior. It carried a simple yet elegant antique charm, with carved railings and jade-like ornamentation, further embellished by clusters of baby's breath. A faint fragrance drifted through the air, refreshing the mind and spirit.

"Can't one enter without qualification verification?" Qian Xunji asked.

"Qualification verification has several different levels. The minimum requirement is ten thousand Gold Soul Coins. In other words, you must provide proof of assets worth ten thousand Gold Soul Coins to enter. This was specifically established to prevent malicious purchases," the young woman explained with a gentle smile.

Qian Xunji nodded. He knew that, as an industry of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Seven Treasure Pavilion served only distinguished guests—either disciples of Great Sects or wealthy Nobles. Ordinary people naturally had no right to enter. Qian Xunji tossed a token to the young woman.

The moment the young woman saw the token, she understood that this was a distinguished guest of high status. Not daring to neglect him, she bowed and said, "Please follow me!"

Qian Xunji led Jiang Hao inside at an unhurried pace. The young woman guided them into the Seven Treasure Pavilion. It did not feel dazzlingly luxurious inside. The floor was made of milky-white marble, and the surrounding walls were decorated with various relief carvings. The reliefs used few colors and looked clean, bright, and exceptionally elegant. Besides the reliefs, there were also several display cases built against the walls. They held exhibits such as porcelain and armor. If he had not known what this place was for, Qian Xunji might have mistaken it for a museum from his Previous Life.

The young woman leading them displayed excellent professional etiquette. Every ten steps, she stopped and made an inviting gesture, precisely indicating the direction.

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