The Great Stage of Douluo, My Name is Qian Xunji

As for why he wouldn't secretly contact the various Elders?

Where would the fun be in that compared to poaching their subordinates right in front of the old man's face!

The unfilial Qian Xunji thought to himself.

Qian Daoliu is a gentleman, but for the rebellious son Qian Xunji, no beating he ever received was in vain.

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Chapter 56: When did things start to change?

Although Qian Xunji was unreliable, he still knew where the Martial Soul Hall Academy was located.

Turn left out the door, turn right, turn left...

Hmm... he ran into an acquaintance.

It was Bibi Dong, who had just returned from a mission outside, still covered in injuries.

Having been given the cold shoulder so many times, even someone as dense as Bibi Dong knew that Qian Xunji was deliberately making things difficult for her.

She ignored him and continued walking.

As the two crossed paths, Bibi Dong could never bring herself to call out the word "Teacher" from the bottom of her heart.

Instead, she stepped aside, bowed in a standard salute, and called out, "Your Holiness the Pope!"

Watching the man walk past her, a man who showed no signs of aging and instead appeared increasingly sacred and noble.

In a trance, she seemed to see the past: the talented young woman in her prime, following behind the Pope who was her teacher, taking the bows of the crowd as a matter of course.

Even Title Douluo would look at her with eyes full of affection and expectation, addressing her as Her Highness the Saintess.

Everyone surrounded her, pampered her, and gave her whatever she wanted. Even the position of heir to Martial Soul Hall, passed down through the Qian family for generations, was hers. Her teacher, Qian Xunji, had disregarded the opposition of some to appoint her as the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall.

Her Saintess Token could mobilize almost everyone in Martial Soul Hall except for those in the Worship Hall. She was free to read those top-secret ancient texts. Her teacher had gone to great lengths to find physicians and support-type spirit masters to examine her body, helping her find ways to cultivate Twin Martial Souls. Title Douluo protected her as she hunted for Soul Beasts, and no one dared to harbor any ulterior motives regarding the precious External Spirit Bone on her body...

Even the princesses and princes of those royal families couldn't compare to her!

The flowers have fallen...

The sound of footsteps faded away, and everything returned to reality. The past could no longer be chased; that former splendor had been severed by her own hands.

Facing the cold, empty hall, Bibi Dong's expression was somewhat desolate, devoid of her former confidence and grandeur.

The Saintess of Martial Soul Hall was already dead.

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The wise Pope did not concern himself with that person suffering from the aftereffects of being love-struck, and leisurely arrived at the Martial Soul Hall Academy just as school was letting out.

From afar, he saw the four little ones surrounded by a crowd.

To better manage students of different levels, the Martial Soul Hall Academy was divided into the Junior Academic District, the Intermediate Academic District, and the Senior Academic District.

Qian Renxue and her group of geniuses had skipped grades to enter the Intermediate Academic District, only one year behind Hu Liena and the others.

Beautiful and powerful people or things always attract attention.

Whether it was Qian Renxue, Dongfang Jing, or Xiang Yu and Arthur, their beauty was of different styles, and that brilliant golden hair was especially dazzling in the crowd; it was hard not to be noticed.

"Father!" Seeing Qian Xunji walking from afar, Qian Renxue couldn't help but call out.

Halfway through, she realized that this wasn't polite enough, and exposing Qian Xunji's identity might cause trouble, so the little girl aggrievedly lowered her voice.

However, she was still heard by those around her. They also saw Qian Xunji, whom Qian Renxue had greeted. The children didn't know these adult etiquettes yet, so they just called out worshipfully and happily, "Lord Pope."

Qian Xunji followed the traditions of Martial Soul Hall, responding with a gentle smile. He greeted the children, asked for their names, showed concern for their Soul Power Level, and even patted a few children on the head. The sensation was excellent—the skulls were round, the hair was soft; they were good heads, and they would surely be smart in the future.

By the time he took the four little ones back, nearly half an hour had passed.

And only after Qian Xunji and the others had left did Bibi Dong dare to appear at the academy gate.

Looking at Hu Liena and Xie Yue, who had been waiting for her for a long time, her eyes filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, Teacher is late today."

"It's okay, Teacher. Do you know who I saw today?" Before Bibi Dong could reply, Hu Liena couldn't help but blurt it out.

"I saw the Pope at school today. The Pope is so young and gentle. He even asked me what my Soul Power Level was, patted my head, and told me to work hard to help more people. Teacher, do you know..."

The little girl's chattering voice didn't stop, but Bibi Dong's thoughts drifted far away again. The former her had also been like this at the very beginning...

Happy for her teacher's praise...

Cultivating very hard every day...

Wanting to help more people...

A simple, pure, and easily satisfied little girl.

When did things start to change?

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Chapter 57: Another day of fatherly kindness and filial piety!

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The next morning, Qian Xunji took the four little ones and dashed over to the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu wore a smile when he saw Qian Renxue, but the moment he saw Qian Xunji walk in behind her, his face turned black in an instant.

After several years of "training," Qian Daoliu had confirmed that this rebellious son never brought anything good whenever he came to visit.

Qian Xunji didn't feel awkward at all; he walked in with a natural posture, as if he were returning to his own home.

Ignoring his old father, Qian Daoliu, who was always moody and fond of beating his children, Qian Xunji took a stroll around and discovered...

No one?

Where were the elders?

Where did they go?

Weren't they the permanent residents of the Worship Hall?

Shouldn't they be here twenty-four hours a day?

How could they be slacking off? They weren't being professional at all, especially since Super Douluo didn't even need to sleep.

Refusing to believe it, he took another lap around.

This annoyed Qian Daoliu, who had been keeping an eye on him. "What exactly is your business at my Worship Hall?"

"Chrysanthemum Douluo took Ghost Douluo to the Alchemy Hall. I'm short-handed, so I wanted to ask a few uncles to come and help out."

When he didn't need them, he called them elders; when he did, Qian Xunji remembered that they were all uncles who had watched him grow up.

As soon as these words left his mouth, his stingy and hot-tempered father predictably became angry again.

"You rebellious son! I let it slide when Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo reached Super Douluo rank and you didn't transfer them to the Worship Hall according to the rules, but now you're actually setting your sights on my brothers?" Qian Daoliu had previously thought about going to talk to Qian Xunji about this matter, but after thinking about his rebellious son's sharp tongue, he pondered for a long time and decided to go next time instead.

He never expected this!

He hadn't gone to ask this rebellious son for people, yet this rebellious son had actually run to his Worship Hall to ask for them?

It was simply pushing his luck and defying the heavens!

Digging into his own father's foundation—he really was a "good" son!

If it weren't for little Xue being there, Qian Daoliu would have definitely pulled out his belt by now.

Qian Xunji keenly shielded his daughter in front of him.

After the last incident where Poison Douluo held a granddaughter hostage to command a grandfather, Qian Xunji was now an old hand at this. His movements were skilled, smooth, and fluid, without a single flaw.

Presumably, Poison Douluo should be very happy, right? After all, this was the same treatment as the Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu.

Losing to the same reason as the Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu, could be considered a feat he could brag about.

Seeing this rebellious son, Qian Xunji, shield little Xue in front of him without hesitation, Qian Daoliu endured and endured.

He didn't make a move.

Then, he decided to double the beating and save it for later tonight.

"For the sake of little Xue, I won't bicker with you today. Leave little Xue here, and get out," Qian Daoliu said, trying his best to remain calm.

Seeing his old father hold back, Qian Xunji once again marveled at his own peerless wisdom.

He decided that he would continue doing this next time.

"That won't work. You have to tell me where Uncle Golden Crocodile and the others went." Relying on his hostage, Qian Xunji pushed his luck even further.

"GET OUT!!"

Accompanied by a roar, the Pope of Martial Soul Hall was tossed out by the Great Elder of the Worship Hall.

Qian Renxue watched everything that had just happened with a confused expression.

She didn't know why her grandfather had suddenly gotten so angry.

Was it because Daddy had made Grandfather unhappy?

Thinking this, the obedient granddaughter trotted over to Qian Daoliu's side on her short legs.

"Grandfather, don't be angry anymore."

The cute and filial little granddaughter's sweet words made most of Qian Daoliu's anger dissipate.

But the very next sentence almost made him choke.

"Daddy probably didn't mean it, so please forgive him."

Well, Qian Renxue was also a sweet and filial daughter.

Today was another day of fatherly kindness and filial piety!

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