The Great Stage of Douluo, My Name is Qian Xunji

After being kicked out by his old father, Qian Daoliu.

Qian Xunji sent his subordinates to inquire about where the various titled elders had gone.

The intelligence returned: they had gone home to look after their grandchildren.

Previously, these elders had also returned to instruct their descendants, but back then, the younger generation's aptitude was poor. The more they looked, the more heartbroken they became, so they simply stopped going out much—out of sight, out of mind.

Now that their talents had finally been improved, they were in high spirits and saw a glimmer of hope, so they went home to focus on cultivating their descendants.

The Worship Hall was left with only the Great Elder, Qian Daoliu, to look after the house.

"This is outrageous! This is absenteeism, it's simply lawless! The old man is getting on in years and can't keep them in line; such matters should be left to me!" As he spoke, Qian Xunji's tone shifted, his face assuming the look of someone exhausted from worrying about Martial Soul Hall.

"Alright, I'm leaving. I won't be back to stay for the next few days. If the old man comes, don't tell him where I've gone." After instructing his subordinate deacon, Qian Xunji sensed that Qian Renxue had arrived and immediately headed out to avoid the limelight.

Qian Renxue's time to keep him occupied had ended.

After leaving the Pope Palace.

Qian Xunji recalled the strength of the various elders and weighed his options, deciding to start with the brothers Qianjun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo.

They weren't much older than Qian Xunji, belonging to roughly the same generation, and had been in the Worship Hall for the shortest amount of time.

As a family that had produced elders, the families of Qianjun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo both lived in Martial Soul City. The two brothers were neighbors, so Qian Xunji could find them both at once.

He took out his token, and upon seeing it, the servant immediately went to report. The butler was also sensible enough to arrange for Qian Xunji to wait in the reception hall, while simultaneously bringing out tea and snacks to entertain him.

Meanwhile, in the cultivation room, Qianjun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo were still teaching their grandsons about the use of their tool martial soul, the Panlong Staff.

This was something every tool martial soul master had to go through. Just like Guang Ling Douluo's grandson, whose martial soul was a bow; besides cultivating soul power, he also needed to learn archery.

Their family's ancestral Panlong Staff martial soul naturally had corresponding self-created soul skills. They had often trained their children in these self-created soul skills from a young age, and now that they had awakened as soul masters, they began formal instruction on their use.

However, these two children hadn't been lazy when they were younger, so their foundations were very solid. Once their soul power levels were sufficient, they were able to execute the self-created soul skills quite naturally.

Falling Devil Douluo and Qianjun Douluo were both very satisfied and were planning to enter the second stage of training when a servant came to report that the Pope had arrived.

"What is he here for?" Falling Devil Douluo felt a bit troubled.

As a Super Douluo and an elder of the Worship Hall, Falling Devil Douluo was naturally not afraid of Qian Xunji, the Pope.

But over the years, he had seen with his own eyes how even the Great Elder, whom he respected and worshipped, was manipulated by this guy, not to mention the various bizarre stunts this Pope pulled.

Before establishing the Alchemy Hall, this Pope had wanted to build an army again and send troops to Sea God Island.

He had clamored about reclaiming the glory of the Angel God, burning those heretics, and claiming that the ocean belonged to humanity, and so on.

It wasn't until the Great Elder hung him up and whipped him for three days and three nights that he finally gave up.

However, after that, he had inadvertently seen this Pope secretly meet with an elder from the Elder Hall. Ever since that day, that elder had claimed to be going into seclusion and never appeared again...

Falling Devil Douluo later sent people to investigate and found that someone resembling that elder had left Martial Soul City, and judging by the direction and route, they had gone toward the sea.

It seemed...

They were also carrying a little girl with them.

Falling Devil Douluo wasn't stupid; he immediately realized that this Pope had definitely been up to something shady.

After finding out, he secretly reported it to the Great Elder.

And then, this Pope was whipped again.

He was whipped that very afternoon.

That evening, Qian Xunji showed up at Falling Devil Douluo's house, spewing sarcasm and subjecting the children in the house to a massive brainwashing session, with every one of them clamoring to kill Evil Soul Masters and become the future hope of Martial Soul Hall.

It was fortunate that this old man had become a Super Douluo and wasn't in the Elder Hall, otherwise, he would surely have been targeted by this petty-minded Pope.

A few days ago, when he went to the Pope Palace to ask Qian Xunji for immortal pills, Falling Devil Douluo had been focused-fired by Qian Xunji.

Qianjun Douluo knew about his younger brother's experiences and comforted him, "At the very least, we are both Super Douluo. If the two of us join forces, even he, as the Pope, can't do anything."

"But, but..." Falling Devil Douluo had bitter words he couldn't speak.

It's just that I'm afraid he'll have another episode!

The two accompanied each other to the reception hall, where Qian Xunji had already eaten ten plates of snacks, requested five plates of fruit, and gone through three pots of tea.

Just thinking about Falling Devil Douluo's previous report behind his back made Qian Xunji's appetite soar. As for things from a rival's house, he would eat as much as he could, and if he couldn't finish, he'd want to pack it up.

After Falling Devil Douluo had snitched previously, Qian Xunji had eaten at Falling Devil Douluo's house for an entire year.

It wasn't until Falling Devil Douluo couldn't take it anymore and complained again that Qian Daoliu had dragged him away with a dark expression.

It wasn't that Falling Devil Douluo couldn't afford the meal money, but rather that this Pope was dishonest. Every time he came over, he didn't just mooch off their food; he would also go around touching the children and preaching a Douluo version of the "Will of Fire." Now, every child in the house was a fan of the Pope.

Falling Devil Douluo was afraid that if this continued, his own children would all become Qian Xunji's die-hard followers.

The butler responsible for hosting was already accustomed to this, skillfully changing the plates.

Looking at the handsome, golden-haired man familiar to him, Falling Devil Douluo already had a bad feeling before the other party even spoke.

After the words were spoken, even Qianjun Douluo beside him had a somewhat stiff expression.

Chapter 59: Inequality Solved!

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"Brother Falling Devil, Brother Qianjun, I want to recruit the Lower Four Sects to serve me. Will you help me?" Qian Xunji opened with a display of "wisdom."

"Uh, Your Holiness the Pope, the Lower Four Sects have long since secretly pledged their allegiance to Martial Soul Hall." Falling Devil Douluo hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

"Brother Falling Devil, Brother Qianjun, I want to recruit the Four Element Academies to serve me. Will you help me?" Almost identical words appeared once again.

The corner of Qianjun Douluo's mouth, standing behind Falling Devil Douluo, twitched; he finally understood why his younger brother was so afraid of this Pope.

If you want to subdue other forces, must you have us Super Douluo show up?

Your Elder Hall clearly has so many Title Douluo who could slaughter these Four Element Academies dozens of times over; why must you come to find the two of us brothers?

"No, Your Holiness, we old fellows had better stay honestly in the Worship Hall and be the dregs of the old era; we won't come to delay you, the Pope of the new era." Qianjun Douluo stood in front of his younger brother and said with a cold sneer.

He calls us brother this and brother that now, but last time at the Pope Palace, it was "dregs of the old era" and "corrupt souls" every other sentence.

If it weren't for his surname being Qian and him wearing the Pope's triple crown on his head, the worshippers would have taught him a lesson long ago.

They finally understood why the Great Worship had been so hot-tempered all these years!

"I do not allow you to speak of yourself that way, Brother Qianjun." Qian Xunji said earnestly.

"Don't call me Brother Qianjun anymore. I am 55 years older than you; I watched you grow up." With one "uncle," he directly raised his own seniority.

"It's about the same. If you round it up, we can be considered peers." Qian Xunji said with a grand wave of his hand.

"Heh, Your Holiness, you had better stop wasting your effort. Without the Great Worship's order, we worshippers in the Worship Hall will not go out to take action." They, the worshippers, were the hidden foundation of Martial Soul Hall; apart from Qian Xunji and those Title Douluo elders, no one knew of the existence of these Super Douluo.

"You don't need to go find Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others either; the result will be the same."

Qian Xunji stared at him fixedly, then finally turned his head to look at the butler. "It's dinner time. When is the meal being served?"

Falling Devil Douluo, standing behind Qianjun Douluo, was not surprised by Qian Xunji's sudden transition; he had seen these things many times before.

The two matters were discussed separately; eat when it's time to eat, and continue arguing after the meal.

"Your Holiness, it has long been prepared. Please, this way." The professional butler reached out to lead the way for Qian Xunji.

"Has the Crystal Crab Meat Pot I mentioned last time been made?"

"I gave the order long ago, and the chefs have already developed it, though I do not know if it has met your standards."

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Watching Qian Xunji leave with the butler, Qianjun Douluo looked at his younger brother. "If I remember correctly, this is your butler."

"Mm."

"Does he often do this?"

"..." This time, Falling Devil Douluo did not respond.

"You've worked hard!" Qianjun Douluo patted his younger brother, offering comfort.

However, just at this moment, Qian Xunji, who had just left with the butler, returned.

"Hmph, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; do not bully the Pope for being poor." After saying this, Qian Xunji glanced at the two of them, flicked his sleeves, and strode away.

Qianjun Douluo had sharp eyes and saw the spatial Soul Tool in Qian Xunji's hand.

"He finished eating that quickly?" Although he had his suspicions, Qianjun Douluo felt that, as the Pope, he shouldn't be this outrageous.

"He usually packs it to go. After packing it, he still has to go take a look at..." Falling Devil Douluo shattered his brother's self-deception.

As he spoke, he felt something was wrong. "Wait a minute, don't let him go to the backyard."

But it was already too late.

Qian Xunji's movements were extremely fast, and since no one dared to stop him, he had already patted the heads of the group of children in the backyard one by one to encourage them and was currently being sent off by the children with salutes.

Qianjun Douluo followed his younger brother over, only to discover, to his shock, that his own grandson was among these children.

"No wonder my Xiaoyi is always running over to your place." Qianjun Douluo's voice was somewhat gritted.

So they were all here together to receive "brainwashing" from the Pope.

Looking at his grandson, who was now high-spirited with a fanatical look in his eyes, Qianjun Douluo laughed out of extreme anger.

"Your Holiness had better focus your energy on official business." Stop coming to hook up with children.

"These are the future of Martial Soul Hall. As the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, it is only right for me to care for them." Qian Xunji said with righteous indignation.

"That's right! Grandpa, the Pope is a good person; don't speak so fiercely." His dear grandson spoke up from the side to help, defending his Pope.