The Old Rascal Guangling

"Xiaoxue, don't move around!" Qian Renhan reached out and held down Qian Renxue's feet, making her kick against both sides of the wooden box to keep her balance. He sat the same way himself, leaning back to keep their center of gravity steady.

Papal Mountain towered hundreds of meters into the clouds, and its stairs stretched for nearly a thousand meters. Sliding down from such a height was even more thrilling than riding a roller coaster. From the moment he began sliding, Qian Renhan had been grinning wildly. Qian Renxue went from screaming at the start to resting her head against his shoulder, trying to open one eye to enjoy the ride. Gradually, she began to laugh as well.

The two of them were having fun, but the Palace Guards before the Papal Palace and the three Title Douluo inside, who had heard Qian Renxue's scream, were frightened senseless. Qian Xunji was so startled that he shot to his feet, unable to maintain his composure as he roared, "Quick! Elder Yuxiao, make Xiaoxue and Xiaohan stop! Go, now!"

The two were the inheritors of this generation of the Qian Clan. Sliding down from so high up—if anything went wrong, it would be a complete disaster. Could he, Qian Xunji, commit such a beastly act again and have another child?

"By your command, Your Holiness!" Nine Spirit Rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—flashed beneath Elder Yuxiao's feet as he immediately flew out of the Papal Palace.

On the Papal Stairs, the wooden box had only slid a little over a hundred meters when, just as the ride was becoming more exciting, a middle-aged man in a crimson robe suddenly appeared before them. With a press of his hand, he easily stopped the wooden box.

"Elder Yuxiao, please let go." Qian Renhan's expression darkened. This Title Douluo before him was one of Qian Xunji's Right-hand Men, and one of the stepping stones that had made Tang Hao famous after breaking through to Title Douluo.

Elder Yuxiao smiled bitterly. "Young Masters, this is too dangerous. You should not play such a dangerous game."

"Dangerous?"

Qian Renhan raised a brow. This oval wooden box was made of the finest White Hardwood and was extremely sturdy, more than capable of supporting the weight of two children. The Papal Stairs were also constructed from superior materials, perfectly even and without the slightest gap. After all, they were the face of Spirit Hall. As long as they maintained their balance, from the standpoint of physics and force distribution, it was impossible for them to overturn while going down the stairs.

"Let go," Qian Renhan said coldly.

"Young Master, please come down," Jade Flute Douluo said with the same bitter smile.

"There can't possibly be any danger. I order you to let go!" There was a trace of anger in Qian Renhan's voice. This was already the third time he had said it.

"Your Holiness." With no other choice, Elder Yuxiao could only seek help from Qian Xunji, who had stepped out of the Papal Palace and was preparing to lecture the two children. In terms of status, the two of them were on equal footing with the Enshrined Elders, while he was merely an elder.

"Xiaohan is right. How could an amusement activity like this possibly be dangerous? Little Yuxiao, let go for this old man."

At that moment, a voice rang out—young and childish at first listen, yet carrying a faint trace of age. Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue turned around to see that there was somehow another person in the wooden box. He wore snow-white robes, had white hair and the face of a child, and possessed the tiny stature of a "little kid."

"Grandpa Guangling!"

"Grandpa Guangling."

Qian Renhan called out as well, warmth appearing in his eyes. The peak gave birth to false supporters, while twilight bore witness to devoted believers. The Six Great Enshrined Elders of the Worship Hall were people who could be trusted completely. They all believed in the Angel God. To protect the Angel bloodline, even if they were asked to self-destruct, they would not so much as frown. The loyalty of the elders in the Elder Hall was far inferior to theirs.

"Fifth Uncle, why are you here?" The stern expression on Qian Xunji's face changed, instantly becoming a bitter smile.

Guangling Douluo turned and waved his hand. "Your Holiness, don't worry. This old man will take good care of little Xiaohan and little Xiaoxue. You needn't be concerned."

With Guangling Douluo having said as much, what else could Qian Xunji say? He could only bitterly order Jade Flute Douluo to return.

The moment Jade Flute Douluo let go, Qian Renhan hurriedly said, "Grandpa Guangling, keep your balance like Xiaoxue."

"Don't worry. This old man has always had an excellent sense of balance."

Then Guangling Douluo's long silver-white hair fluttered in the wind as he burst into unrestrained laughter. The other Enshrined Elders in the distant Worship Hall covered their faces and shook their heads.

After rushing down Papal Mountain, the wooden box did not stop. Propelled by gravity, it continued sliding forward, traveling over a thousand meters through more than half of Spirit City before finally coming to a halt. Everywhere it passed, it drew one hundred percent attention.

Qian Renxue raised her hand. "Oh! Brother, Grandpa Guangling, that was so fun! Let's do it again!"

"Alright."

Guangling Douluo directly lifted the two children and the wooden box into the air, flying toward the summit of Papal Mountain. The onlookers were dumbfounded. No one had expected that a child was actually a Title Douluo!

After returning to the front of the Papal Palace, Qian Renhan said, "Xiaoxue, stay and play with Grandpa Guangling. Your brother is going to practice his swordsmanship."

Qian Renxue complained, "Ah, Brother, can't we do it again? It was really exciting and so cool!"

"That's right, Xiaohan. If you don't play more while you're young, once you awaken your martial soul, even if you want to play, it'll be too late," Guangling Douluo added. He was practically saying, Why else do you think I look like a child?

"No need, Grandpa Guangling. Once a day is enough." Qian Renhan smiled and refused. He was neither a child nor an old rascal, and he was not overly fond of play.

"Be good. Don't get too carried away. When it's about time, go to sleep." Qian Renhan rubbed Qian Renxue's head as he instructed her.

Qian Renxue nodded. "I understand, Brother."

"This child." Guangling Douluo shook his head as he watched Qian Renhan's departing back. He truly could not understand what Qian Renhan was thinking.