The Great Stage of Douluo, My Name is Qian Xunji

Held in the arms of Qian Xunji, Qian Renxue wrapped her arms around his neck with a sense of security. This action caused Qian Xunji to pause; looking at the girl in his arms, he found his hands occupied, making it difficult to gesture during his speech.

Suddenly, a clever idea struck him, and a wise smile appeared on his face.

He lowered his head, lifted Qian Renxue above his head with both hands, turned her around, and set her down.

Qian Renxue was bewildered, but she followed the movement and sat down. Her field of vision suddenly rose, breathing the air of the two-meter-high world, her legs resting against Qian Xunji's chest.

Qian Xunji looked at his freed hands and nodded with satisfaction, then glanced at Qian Renxue's position.

He had another sudden inspiration and took a halo emitting golden light out of his space Soul Tool.

Opportunities are for those who are prepared. Previously, this halo, specially commissioned for someone, couldn't float above his head—it lacked style—so Qian Xunji had put it away.

Now, it was the perfect time to put it to use.

"Here, hold it like this. Yes, just like that. Put it down when you're tired, and hold it up when someone comes, understand?" Qian Xunji instructed.

"Papa, is this some special Soul Tool? What's the point of putting it on my head?" Qian Renxue asked, curiously examining the glaring halo in her hands.

"Hmm... this halo can make Papa's words sound more convincing."

"Is, is that so?" Qian Renxue was somewhat skeptical.

"Alright, let's talk about serious matters now. Don't worry about these trivial things; Papa is taking you to see something fun." Qian Xunji waved his hand grandly and set off with his little accessory for showing off.

Before long, Qian Renxue began chattering away.

"Papa, where are we going?"

"Heaven Dou Empire."

"What are we going there to see?"

"Someone is coming to rob Martial Soul Hall, so Papa is taking you to beat up the bad guys."

"Why are they coming to rob our things?"

"Because they are bad people."

"Oh!"

"But I have school tomorrow..."

"I've already written a leave note for you all."

"Ugh! But what should I write for the reason for the leave?"

"About that? I forgot..."

Watching the two leave, chatting quite happily, Arthur followed with a smile; a little appropriate relaxation wasn't a bad thing.

Originally, Qian Xunji had wanted to bring the grandchildren of those elders along, but he felt that bringing too many children would be inconvenient, so he gave up on the idea.

Qian Daoliu knew his rebellious son was definitely trying to use Little Xue to manipulate him again. Upon hearing the content of the father-daughter conversation, he vaguely guessed what would happen this time.

However, he didn't know the specific truth, only assuming that Martial Soul Hall had received intelligence and was making preparations in advance.

But why did he bring the other three children along?

Qian Xunji was unaware of Qian Daoliu's confusion; otherwise, his answer would surely have earned him a lesson in "fatherly love and filial piety."

Of course, it was... to crash the party!

Qian Xunji had no Reputation Points left for draws, so it was the perfect time to harvest a batch of reputation.

Chapter 69: Secret Weapon

He marched grandly with the four little ones for an "incognito visit."

Behind them, a Peerless Douluo acted as their escort.

Following the intelligence from his undercover agents, Qian Xunji crouched down a distance behind their ambush point, just enough to see the full panorama.

Qian Xunji spread out a cloth and laid out a feast packed from the home of Falling Devil Douluo, then handed a pair of chopsticks to the bewildered Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo, who sat beside him.

"Little Bo! The poison circle has been set up, right?" Qian Xunji asked.

The corner of Poison Douluo's mouth twitched. He now vaguely suspected that this Pope of Martial Soul Hall might have something wrong with his brain.

Is "Little Bo" something you should be calling me?

He glanced at the food laid out on the picnic cloth, then at the row of children sitting nearby. Heh, this is a picnic.

However, Dugu Bo was still shocked deep down.

As a Title Douluo, it wasn't difficult for him to sense the Soul Power Level and age of these children.

Two eight-year-old level 38 Soul Elders, and the other two eight-year-olds were also at level 29, ready to break through at any moment.

For a moment, Poison Douluo even doubted his own perception as a Title Douluo.

If Qian Xunji knew of Poison Douluo's doubts, he would definitely tell him with certainty that this was the power of popping pills.

With three or four immortal herbs in their bellies, my fate is determined by me, not by the heavens, their levels and aptitude were skyrocketing.

This is not even the ultimate mode yet. The four eight-year-old children currently lack sufficient physical fitness, as they have not yet consumed the immortal elixirs refined from the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot to soak in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"These are?" Taking a deep breath, Dugu Bo looked at the four little ones gnawing on lotus-leaf chicken, his eyes full of inquiry.

"These are all my foster children." Qian Xunji poked the forehead of Qian Renxue, who was busy chewing on a chicken leg.

"This one is my daughter, Qian Renxue, the successor of the Angel God. Don't underestimate her; she is a secret weapon capable of summoning a Peerless Douluo."

The corners of Dugu Bo's mouth twitched. He was noncommittal toward this exaggerated description and did not believe it.

"The other three are Dongfang Jing, Xiang Yu, and Arthur!" Regarding the other three, Qian Xunji only introduced their names.

He was too lazy to come up with entrance lines for them.

Suddenly, the sounds of battle drifted over from the distance.

"It's started. Do you want to go participate? Being an undercover agent works too, since they don't know you've joined Martial Soul Hall yet." Qian Xunji nimbly packed his things, wiped his own mouth and the mouths of the four little ones, and placed Qian Renxue—who was obediently hugging her halo—back onto his shoulders. This was a prop for showing off, so it couldn't be forgotten.

Watching Qian Xunji with the little blonde girl and the halo on his head, Dugu Bo once again understood what Ghost Douluo meant by "he is seriously ill." "No thanks, I'll just stay here and watch!"

"Then we're off. Xiao Xue, remember to release your wings later; it looks better that way." Qian Xunji straightened his hair.

"Got it, Daddy!" Xiao Xue nodded obediently, though she found it a bit strange. What was the point of doing that?

By the time Qian Xunji arrived at the ambush site, the two sides were already clashing.

Thunder Douluo, a man in black wielding a Clear Sky Hammer, and various Soul Douluo from different factions had joined in, tacitly ambushing the Martial Soul Hall transport team here.

Behind the Martial Soul Hall transport team, Title Douluo elders of Martial Soul Hall and the newly promoted Super Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, were also secretly following.

Both sides had already finished their first round of exchanges.

Thunder Douluo and his group were being suppressed. Their expressions were now grim as they realized this was a trap and were trying to withdraw in time.

However, Martial Soul Hall was clearly well-prepared; not only did they have superior numbers and higher ranks, but they had also formed a containment circle.

As the top-tier Douluo among the ambushers, Thunder Douluo was being specifically targeted by the two Super Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

However...

"Didn't the Clear Sky Sect claim to have sealed their mountain? What are you doing here, Your Excellency?" Chrysanthemum Douluo distracted himself to glance at the man in black, who kept his face firmly covered and was desperately trying to break through the encirclement using his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.

This was also a Title Douluo. Martial Soul Hall had secret connections with those elders of the Clear Sky Sect, and Qian Xunji had discovered that they knew nothing about the Soul Power Breakthrough Pill or the Alchemy Hall.

There was only one person with the ability to isolate such information: Tang Yuehua's brother, the current Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect.

He had concealed the information, choosing to sneak out alone to intercept the Soul Power Breakthrough Pill.

He was bold and skilled, and it wasn't hard for Qian Xunji to guess the reason for his actions given his current situation: he wanted to perform a great service alone to change the status of his own lineage within the Clear Sky Sect.

This could be considered standard operating procedure for the Tang family.

Tang Chen was the Slaughter King in Asura City, yet no one in his family knew; his grandson Tang Hao didn't even realize the person he was facing was his own grandfather when he cleared Asura City.

Tang Hao married a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, and again, no one in his family knew. Then, without a word, he claimed he would take responsibility for his own actions and disappeared, abandoning his home and leaving the Clear Sky Sect to bear all the consequences.

The Clear Sky Sect followed the same tradition: seal the mountain and ignore affairs, letting their subordinate sects bear the brunt of everything.

They loved to show off and play around, but ran away when trouble started. That was the Tang family—always keeping a hand on their own interests while dealing with others.

"Everyone, you think you can just leave after ambushing my Martial Soul Hall?"

Qian Xunji descended through the air, dressed in his white-and-gold-trimmed Pope robes. He preferred this outfit; although it wasn't as practical as his armor, wearing these robes during speeches always made it easier to harvest prestige and gain people's trust.

"Qian Xunji, was this pill transport a trap set by you?" Yu Yuanzhen questioned loudly. He showed no embarrassment at being caught doing something wrong, and was even capable of turning the tables to blame the victim. His mental state was excellent; he never made things difficult for himself.

"Trash. You came to rob me, and now that you've failed, you blame Martial Soul Hall for being too strong? You're both weak and pathetic." Qian Xunji blurted out trash talk that didn't match his refined temperament, catching them completely off guard without giving them time to react.

"Forget it. What's the point of talking to a bunch of robbers? Take them down." Qian Xunji frowned, his mood for a grandstanding speech completely ruined. What a buzzkill.

"Yes." The elders responded in unison. They didn't even blink at the Pope's vulgarity and immediately charged forward. This was a crushing victory from the start.

If not for Qian Xunji's request, they would have taken them down long ago.

Seeing the enemies charging, both Thunder Douluo and the masked Tang Xiao felt their hearts tighten. Yu Yuanzhen cursed Qian Xunji internally for not giving him face and attacking so suddenly, while Tang Xiao cursed Yu Yuanzhen for being brainless and provoking the other side.

The two exchanged a look and, by tacit agreement, used their full strength to charge in opposite directions, hoping to distract the enemy and break through the encirclement.

Noticing the directions in which the two were fleeing, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo both pulled back their strength—one dodging Tang Xiao's Explosive Ring, the other avoiding the charge of the Dragon Transformation state Yu Yuanzhen.

Neither of them continued to pursue.

Yu Yuanzhen and Tang Xiao found it strange, but under these circumstances, they had no time to think and could only continue fleeing with all their might.

Just as the two reached a specific spot, two bursts of green poisonous mist suddenly erupted and expanded, shrouding them both within.

Chapter 70: Dugu Bo feels a bit strange.

Looking at the tightly bound captives before him.

Qian Xunji sighed once again: this is what reputation is all about!