Bibi Dong gazed ahead with icy eyes, their depths seemingly endless.
Qian Xun'an stepped outside and began to reflect on everything that had happened. Although his father and Bibi Dong had both said that Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao had killed his eldest brother,
Qian Xun'an still felt that something was wrong. There seemed to be an inexplicable sense of incongruity.
Clear Sky Douluo sounded like a Titled Douluo, and a Titled Douluo could indeed have been strong enough to kill his eldest brother.
But at the time, his eldest brother had been the Pope. When he went to hunt the Blue Silver Emperor, he had brought many elders with him, and several of those elders were Titled Douluos.
Under those circumstances, could his eldest brother really have been killed in a counterattack?
Besides, whenever his father spoke about the matter, he had always been hesitant, as if he wanted to conceal something.
It seemed this matter wasn't so simple.
Next, he would have to find a way to get to the bottom of what had happened to his eldest brother.
Qian Xun'an was walking along the road when, suddenly, a powerful aura came rushing toward him.
A terrifying arrow shot toward him at incredible speed. Qian Xun'an's figure swayed slightly, and with a light step, he easily dodged it. Then another arrow came flying at him, this time joined by two more.
Qian Xun'an furrowed his brows. He had already deduced that the archer was a formidable Titled Douluo, one who specialized in long-range attacks.
Faced with a close-range ambush like this, Qian Xun'an didn't dare let his guard down. A pale golden glow suddenly rippled around him. His wings beat once, and he vanished from where he stood.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
Three loud blasts rang out as the arrows exploded one after another.
Qian Xun'an immediately released his Martial Soul. Terrifying Soul Power spread in an instant, and his powerful aura erupted.
The next moment, six golden wings unfurled behind him. Each feather had a metallic sheen.
The six Angel wings beat in unison, and a terrifying surge of energy sent the air twisting violently.
Nine Soul Rings appeared around Qian Xun'an. Anyone who saw them would have been stunned by their terrifying might.
All nine Soul Rings around Qian Xun'an were crimson, and each contained an incomparably powerful aura.
Red Soul Rings—what were those...?
They were Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings!
For an ordinary Titled Douluo, possessing even one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was already terrifying. Yet Qian Xun'an had nine of them.
If anyone else learned of this, their jaw would hit the floor!
"Whoosh!"
In the next instant, Qian Xun'an turned into a streak of golden light and charged at his attacker.
Qian Xun'an was simply too fast. A flash of golden light—and in the next moment, he was already standing before the Titled Douluo who had attacked him from a distance.
Only now did Qian Xun'an get a clear look at his attacker. The man had pale blond hair and looked like a boy. One side of his face was covered in ice, like a feather.
The Titled Douluo's face was full of shock. He gripped his bow and stared at Qian Xun'an, his pupils constricting as disbelief filled his eyes.
Seeing the Titled Douluo, Qian Xun'an stopped and said, "Uncle Guang Ling, is this how you welcome me?"
The Titled Douluo was the fifth High Priest of the Worship Hall, the mischievous old child, Guang Ling!
Seeing Guangling Douluo, Qian Xun'an smiled knowingly. He knew Uncle Guang Ling had attacked him only to test his strength, not because he had truly meant to ambush him.
When he was young, all six High Priests had treated him well, but the only one who had really played with him and his eldest brother was the mischievous old child, Guang Ling.
Though he looked young, he was already over ninety. Still, he had never lost his childlike innocence, and he had always gotten along with Qian Xun'an.
Qian Xun'an vaguely remembered that, as a child, Uncle Guang Ling had been his favorite.
Only then did Guangling Douluo come out of his shock. Looking at Qian Xun'an, he said, "Xiao An, it's been decades since we last met. You've really surprised me!"
Qian Xun'an glanced at the nine crimson Soul Rings around him and realized what had astonished Guangling Douluo.
He drew in his Soul Rings and calmly said, "I had a few adventures over the years, so all my Soul Rings are Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings."
Guangling Douluo clicked his tongue in wonder. "That adventure of yours must have been incredible."
Looking at Qian Xun'an, Guangling Douluo's eyes seemed to glisten with tears. He spoke up, "Xiao An, I never thought... that I would have the chance to see you again in this lifetime!"
Qian Xun'an smiled at Guangling Douluo. "Uncle Guang Ling, we're both grown men. Don't get so sentimental."
"Hahahaha..." Guangling Douluo laughed.
Guangling Douluo continued, "Earlier today, I heard someone had forced their way into our Spirit Hall. Later, I found out it was you who had returned.
I was so excited that I wanted to test your strength, so I ambushed you on the road.
I never expected the test to show me something so astonishing."
"Xiao An, why don't you come over to my place for a drink? I'd love to hear about everything you've been through," Guangling Douluo said with a smile.
Qian Xun'an nodded. "Sure. I have plenty of questions, too, and I'd like to ask you about them, Uncle Guang Ling!"
"Then let's go!"
Qian Xun'an followed Guangling Douluo to his residence.
The two drank together and chatted, and Qian Xun'an began telling him about his time in that small world.
He told him how he had trained there, how he had outwitted those terrifying Spirit Beasts, and how he had finally slain the evil dragon...
Of course, he left out certain secrets.
When he finished, Guangling Douluo clicked his tongue in amazement, utterly astonished.
"Xiao An, I can't believe you went through so much hardship!" Guangling Douluo exclaimed.
A ten-year-old boy had gone alone to a small world and trained until he became a Limit Douluo.
How could it not have been hard?
The fact that he had survived and was sitting here now was a miracle in itself.
Qian Xun'an smiled serenely. "It was only a little hardship."
Though Qian Xun'an made it sound trivial, Guangling Douluo knew he must have suffered far more than he could imagine.
Qian Xun'an suddenly changed the subject and looked at Guangling Douluo. "More importantly, Uncle Guang Ling, do you know exactly how my eldest brother died?"
Qian Xun'an looked at Guangling Douluo intently and asked again, "Uncle Guang Ling, do you know how my eldest brother died?"
Guangling Douluo looked at Qian Xun'an and answered solemnly. "Xun'an, I know what you want to ask, but I don't know the specifics either. I only know that back then, Xunji went after Tang Hao and his wife.
Tang Hao's wife sacrificed herself for him, gravely wounding Xunji.
I went to see Xunji once after he was injured. He was in terrible shape.
An ordinary person wouldn't have survived such serious injuries. But Xunji was a Titled Douluo, and he was also the Pope of our Spirit Hall. We had plenty of rare treasures.
To be honest, I never thought Xunji would die from that!"
At this, Qian Xun'an immediately looked at Guangling Douluo. "Uncle Guang Ling, you mean...?"
"Your suspicions are probably right. There's something deeply wrong with Xunji's death! But no one knows exactly what happened. It won't be easy to uncover the truth."
Guangling Douluo continued, "Xun'an, tell me. What exactly are you planning to do?"
Qian Xun'an replied, "Uncle Guang Ling, you know how close my eldest brother and I were. He can't be allowed to die without anyone knowing the truth. I want to clear his name!"
Guangling Douluo looked at Qian Xun'an and asked, "Even if getting justice could cost countless lives and might plunge our Spirit Hall into chaos, would you still insist on it?"
Qian Xun'an nodded again. "That's right. I don't care what it costs. Whatever the price, I can bear it. I will have justice!"
Guangling Douluo nodded slightly. "I understand. Xun'an, I won't try to talk you out of it. Whatever you want to do, go ahead!"
"With your strength now, I doubt anyone could stop you, whatever you decide to do!"
Qian Xun'an nodded. "Whoever stands in my way, I'll kill them!"
"What exactly are you planning to do, then? Even with your strength, it'll be hard to uncover the truth alone," Guangling Douluo continued.
"Then what would you suggest, Uncle Guang Ling?" Qian Xun'an asked humbly.
Guangling Douluo answered seriously, "If you want to find out what's happening within Spirit Hall, you'll need certain privileges. Perhaps you could become one of our elders. With an elder's status, you'll be able to investigate everything."
Qian Xun'an thought it over, but ultimately shook his head. "The position of elder comes with too many restrictions. I need a better one!"
"What position?" Guangling Douluo asked in surprise. "Don't tell me you want... the papacy?"
Guangling Douluo immediately objected. "Xun'an, I know you're powerful, but Bibi Dong is managing Spirit Hall well right now. If you want the papacy,
I'm afraid none of the seven High Priests in the Worship Hall will agree."
Qian Xun'an shook his head and continued, "I know that if I tried to seize the papacy now, I'd be making an enemy of all Spirit Hall. So I'll settle for the next best thing. Spirit Hall has the Worship Hall and the Pope Hall. I want to establish a Judgment Hall!"
"A Judgment Hall?"
Guangling Douluo stared at Qian Xun'an in shock and asked in confusion, "What kind of Judgment Hall?"
"The Judgment Hall would be independent of the Worship Hall and the Pope Hall, with independent law-enforcement powers. It would be able to judge anyone who violated Spirit Hall's rules.
In the Judgment Hall, everyone would be equal. There would be no distinction between the Pope, the Saintess, and the High Priests.
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