The Qian Clan's Foolish Education

As they entered Douluo Hall, the two felt as though they had stepped into another space. The place was filled with a solemn, majestic atmosphere.

There were no lavish decorations within Douluo Hall. It had been constructed entirely from ancient, unadorned stone, but upon closer inspection, one could see a faint golden glow shimmering across the stones. Touching them revealed a strange energy flowing through one's palm.

Other than the entrance, each of Douluo Hall's three towering walls displayed square plaques of brilliant gold. Every plaque was roughly half a meter tall and a foot wide, bearing only three or four large characters: Douluo.

At the center of Douluo Hall stood a statue. It was ten meters tall and entirely golden, with three pairs of wings spread behind its back. It held an enormous golden sword aloft, pointing straight toward the heavens. Most peculiar of all, a faint layer of golden flames seemed to swirl around the sword.

Under normal circumstances, only powerhouses at the level of Title Douluo were qualified to enter Douluo Hall. Those below that level could only look upon it from afar. But Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue were different. Douluo Hall was a place dedicated to the Angel God, and the two were the Angel God's direct descendants.

Douluo Hall was completely silent at the moment. Apart from Qian Daoliu standing beneath the Angel God Statue, there was no one else.

"Grandpa!"

Qian Renxue released Qian Renhan's arm and ran toward Qian Daoliu with a bright smile, her arms spread wide.

"Xiaoxue." Qian Daoliu crouched down and picked Qian Renxue up, rubbing the back of her head with a kindly expression.

"Grandpa."

Unlike Qian Renxue's excitement, Qian Renhan was extremely calm, no different from an adult greeting an elderly relative. Qian Daoliu had long grown used to it.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu noticed the tear marks at the corners of Qian Renxue's eyes. He immediately flew into a rage. "Who? Which fool with a death wish dared make my granddaughter cry? Was it you, you little brat?!"

Qian Daoliu stared directly at Qian Renhan, who calmly met his gaze. He would have loved for Qian Daoliu to tell him to get lost. Aside from not wanting to attend lessons, he did not know why, but ever since entering Douluo Hall, he had felt a lingering sense of irritation, like a mouse encountering a cat. In short, he simply did not want to stay here.

"Grandpa, it wasn't Brother's fault. Some sand got into my eyes, and Brother even helped blow it out," Qian Renxue said in a childish voice, hugging Qian Daoliu around the neck.

Qian Renhan felt both pleased and helpless at his foolish little sister's words. The three of them simply were not on the same wavelength, and he was truly helpless.

A moment later, Qian Daoliu took Qian Renxue's hand. Qian Renxue turned and stretched out her soft, fair little hand toward Qian Renhan. Seeing her expectant face turn aggrieved, Qian Renhan helplessly offered his hand.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaohan, do you know why the Six-Winged Angel inherited by our Qian Clan is hailed as the continent's number one God-level Martial Soul?" Qian Daoliu said, his face becoming incomparably proud as unconcealable fervor filled his eyes.

Qian Renxue eagerly replied, "Golden Crocodile Grandpa said that the Six-Winged Angel was a Martial Soul bestowed by a god."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. "That's right. The ancestor of our Qian Clan was the God Ancestor, who became a god at level one hundred. Our Qian Clan has remained prosperous for so long precisely because of the protection afforded by the God Ancestor's lingering radiance."

Qian Renhan suddenly asked, "Then why have I never seen our ancestor? And aside from today, Grandpa, you have never mentioned her before."

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renhan in some surprise. Qian Renhan truly rarely acted close to him, and he was always sparing with his words. Most of his days consisted of learning characters, eating, and sleeping. He replied, "Grandpa did not want to tell you two this so early. The world only knows that the end of a Soul Master's path is a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo, but the God Ancestor broke through level ninety-nine and became a level one hundred deity. A level one hundred deity has long escaped the restraints of the mortal world, so she left Douluo Continent and went to another world."

"Wow, Grandpa, which world did the God Ancestor go to?" Qian Renxue's eyes were filled with worship.

Qian Daoliu smiled. "Naturally, the place where gods should go. In the future, one of you may also have the hope of reaching the place where the God Ancestor resides."

"Xiaoxue, Xiaohan, our Qian Clan has developed under the protection of the God Ancestor's lingering radiance into the enormous entity that is Spirit Hall. Because of this, our clan has always acted according to the ideals of the Angel God."

Qian Daoliu raised a hand, and a beam of holy light sank into Douluo Hall. The wall behind the Angel God Statue, where no Title Douluo plaques hung, erupted with golden light. Sixteen large characters flashed across it: 'Blade in hand, punish all lands; protect the continent, eradicate evil.'

"This is the mission of every member of our Angel Clan." Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand, and the sixteen characters vanished. The wall returned to its original appearance.

"Mm."

Qian Renxue nodded seriously, engraving those sixteen characters into her heart. Qian Renhan forgot them the moment he looked away.

"One's appearance is born from one's heart. Even though we inherit the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, the brightest of all, that does not mean everything we do is righteous, nor does it mean we are representatives of justice." Qian Daoliu spoke as his sharp gaze seemingly swept toward the Papal Palace.

Qian Daoliu's expression became incomparably solemn. "In order to strictly follow the ideals of the Angel God and ensure that the Angel God's light is not tarnished, you must remember Grandpa's next words firmly."

Faced with Qian Daoliu's utterly serious expression, Qian Renhan could only nod, no matter how unwilling he was.

"The children of our Qian Clan must possess the virtue of humility. Humility means remaining modest and respectful toward seniors and elders worthy of our respect, those who have made many contributions."

"Then there is the virtue of integrity. The children of our Qian Clan must dare to take responsibility for their actions and compete fairly with their opponents. We are not permitted to use any sinister or underhanded methods."

Hearing this, the corner of Qian Renhan's mouth twitched slightly.

Qian Daoliu continued, "The virtue of compassion, the virtue of courage, the virtue of honesty, the virtue of sacrifice, the virtue of honor, and the virtue of the soul."

"These virtues are what every member of our Angel Clan keeps in their heart. Grandpa does not dare claim that I have followed all Eight Great Virtues perfectly, but I have enough confidence to say that I have not disgraced the God Ancestor's glory or my identity as an inheritor of the Angel Clan."

Since Heaven could make me transmigrate, couldn't it give me level one hundred cultivation right now? I want to beat this Old Man to death.

Compared to Qian Renxue, who listened attentively, Qian Renhan truly wanted to chop someone up more and more as he listened. No wonder Qian Renxue and Qian Xunji were so stupid and so stubborn. The rotten upper beam had warped the lower ones.

What kind of world was Douluo? A fantasy world. What did it believe in? The strong devoured the weak, and strength reigned supreme. So long as they could become stronger and survive, Soul Masters could use any means necessary. But what was Qian Daoliu preaching? Chivalry. Not only would such ideals leave one at an extreme disadvantage in Douluo, even on Blue Star, if you had no background, no resources, and no connections, then even after graduating from a top university, society might devour you until not even your bones remained.