Can My Disciple Be Wrong?

"Great Worship, the Pope really killed Ghost Leopard Douluo!"

Seventh Worship Jiang Mo Douluo entered from outside the hall, his tone slightly agitated.

He had wanted to stop it from the very beginning, but without an order from the Great Worship, he could not act rashly.

"Oh." Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged on a prayer mat before the Angel God statue, his eyes closed. He merely gave a faint response and made no other movement.

Unable to understand Qian Daoliu's silent attitude, Jiang Mo Douluo finally could not help asking, "Great Worship, Ghost Leopard Douluo was still a Title Douluo. Wasn't it a little excessive for the Pope to kill him just like that?"

Jiang Mo Douluo believed Ghost Leopard Douluo still had some value. It would have been enough for Pei An to teach him a lesson; there had been no need to kill him.

"Excessive?" Before Qian Daoliu could speak, Golden Crocodile Douluo beside him could not help defending his disciple.

"Ghost Leopard Douluo harbored ulterior thoughts himself. He wanted to use A'an to climb the ranks. He deserved to die!"

"What, Jiang Mo? Do you think my disciple was in the wrong?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo blew out his beard and glared. Pei An was the disciple he valued most in his life, so naturally, there was no need to say more about how protective he was of him.

Jiang Mo Douluo was well aware of how highly the Second Worship regarded Pei An. With an awkward laugh, he hurriedly shook his head. "Second Worship, you misunderstand. I was only asking. I absolutely didn't mean that."

"Ghost Leopard Douluo did deserve to die, but we could have thrown him out as cannon fodder when he was useful later on."

Jiang Mo Douluo had little friendship with Ghost Leopard Douluo, so naturally, he would not fall out with Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Second Worship, over a dead man.

From the beginning, he had not cared much about Ghost Leopard Douluo's life or death. He merely felt it was a pity for a Title Douluo with some use to perish like this.

Qian Daoliu, seated cross-legged on the prayer mat, slowly opened his eyes. "Enough, Jin'e. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill."

"Jiang Mo didn't mean it that way."

Once Qian Daoliu spoke, Golden Crocodile Douluo finally withdrew his aura.

Otherwise, he would definitely have had a proper spar with Jiang Mo Douluo today.

Pei An's place in Golden Crocodile Douluo's heart had long surpassed that of an ordinary disciple.

He appeared to be the teacher, but in truth, Pei An had helped him more than he had helped Pei An.

Golden Crocodile Douluo had once believed that breaking through to Extreme Douluo was hopeless, but an opportunity given to him by Pei An had rekindled his hopes.

Though he had yet to break through, he had already touched the threshold of that realm.

Golden Crocodile Douluo believed that before long, he would break into the realm he had dreamed of for so many years.

With their many years of shared affection, coupled with such help, it was only natural that Golden Crocodile Douluo became so agitated when Jiang Mo Douluo questioned Pei An.

Qian Daoliu glanced at Jiang Mo Douluo, his expression as calm and unruffled as ever. "Pei An has only just taken office, and he spent all his previous years cultivating in seclusion. Though his talent is unparalleled, he is still too young. It is normal for some people to harbor thoughts of their own."

"The life of a Title Douluo is just enough to establish his authority."

"Jiang Mo, you still have not adjusted your way of thinking."

"Pei An is no longer the Pei An of before. He is the Pope of our Spirit Hall. So long as what he does is not an absolute mistake, we Worships should support him."

"The blood of a Title Douluo is just enough to make certain people see clearly, lest trouble arise later."

Qian Daoliu had no intention of using this to interfere or arrange Qian Family forces to restrain Pei An.

From the moment he decided to place Pei An in the position of Pope, he had never entertained such thoughts.

Wouldn't that be contradictory?

Qian Daoliu was not obsessed with power. The only things he cared about were his granddaughter Qian Renxue and the inheritance of the Angel Lineage.

But given that girl Xue'er's feelings for Pei An, Qian Daoliu could not think of a single reason to make things difficult for him.

If he had not wanted to leave Xue'er with a few bargaining chips, Qian Daoliu would have been prepared to transfer the Worship Hall's authority to Pei An as well.

Though in truth, there was not much difference.

"I understand, Great Worship." Jiang Mo Douluo nodded, clarity filling his heart.

Using the life of a Title Douluo to establish Pei An's prestige as Pope—apparently, the Great Worship truly supported Pei An with all his strength.

Jiang Mo Douluo was not stupid. His earlier actions had also contained a degree of testing Qian Daoliu's intentions.

After all, judging by Qian Xunji's previous conduct, that Former Pope had still been wary of Pei An.

Jiang Mo Douluo did not know whether Qian Daoliu had pushed Pei An into the position of Pope out of sincerity, or because no one else could temporarily take the role.

Now, however, he had his answer and had also decided how to conduct himself going forward.

News of a Title Douluo's fall soon caused a huge uproar across the entire continent.

The vast majority were exceedingly shocked by Pei An's decisive killing of Ghost Leopard Douluo.

That was a Title Douluo—someone every faction wished they could treasure in the palm of their hand—yet Pei An had simply killed him?!

"This Pope truly has courage..." Ning Fengzhi put away the letter in his hand and shook his head with a bitter smile.

If it had been him, and a Title Douluo in his sect had been at odds with him, as long as that person still held value for the sect, he most likely would not have acted.

He would have chosen to yield appropriately.

Beyond differences in personality, part of the reason was that their circumstances were entirely different.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had only Sword and Bone, two Title Douluos. Thus, Ning Fengzhi placed enormous importance on Title Douluo-level combat strength.

Spirit Hall, however, was different.

The number of Title Douluos in Spirit Hall had already surpassed the number of fingers on two hands.

Though Title Douluos were still high-level combat strength, losing one would not be enough to cripple them.

Sword Douluo Chenxin, on the other hand, was not surprised.

Had it been him, he would have made the same decision as Pei An.

A Title Douluo with improper thoughts would only be a menace if kept alive.

Setting aside the reactions of other factions, Pei An's killing of Ghost Leopard Douluo also had no small impact within Spirit Hall.

Those who had previously looked down on Pei An because of his youth no longer held such thoughts.

The Bishops who had originally grown somewhat lax became diligent once more, and their feelings toward Pei An now carried far more fear.

They did not believe their status could be higher than Ghost Leopard Douluo's.

After this incident, Tang Yuehua's standing in Spirit Hall also rose noticeably.

Though Pei An's purpose had only been to use Ghost Leopard Douluo to establish his authority, Tang Yuehua had ultimately been the fuse that ignited the matter.

Furthermore, Tang Yuehua herself was a beauty capable of toppling nations, so some could not help suspecting that Pei An might have acted in a rage for a beauty.

Absurd rumors about Pei An and Tang Yuehua even began to spread, infuriating Bibi Dong greatly.

Still, because of this, those who harbored ill intentions toward Tang Yuehua, the Young Miss of the Haotian Sect, extinguished those thoughts.

This spared her quite a bit of trouble.

Pei An, meanwhile, struck while the iron was hot, further gathering power and consolidating his authority.

The authority in his hands as Pope grew ever greater, while dissenting voices became fewer and fewer.