Old Master, You Know Nothing About Cheats!

Old Master, You Know Nothing About Cheats!

A mere Godhood Inheritance was nothing to fear?

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renyu in surprise.

He had been ready to give him a heartfelt lecture, but now he found himself at a loss for words.

After watching Qian Renyu for a while, a hint of suspicion crept into Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Qian Daoliu was puzzled. He was certain he had never told Qian Renyu or Qian Renxue about what had happened back then.

That included Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God inheritance. He knew about it only because he lived in the Worship Hall and served as the guardian of the Angel God's inheritor.

As for Qian Renyu, Qian Daoliu couldn't figure out how he had learned these secrets.

Realizing that Qian Renyu knew everything about Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu decided not to say any more about her.

Qian Renyu was already an adult and had his own way of doing things.

"Very well. Since you already know, Grandpa won't say any more about it."

Qian Daoliu sighed softly.

After a moment, he continued to gaze at Qian Renyu.

"Grandpa, is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?" Qian Renyu asked.

Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment, then said, "It's about what you said to Bibi Dong and Hu Liena earlier. Do you really intend to enter the Spirit Master Tournament yourself?"

"If this were the past, Grandpa wouldn't stop you. But now you're the current Pope!"

Qian Renyu smiled faintly. "Grandpa, it's just the final of a Spirit Master Tournament. It's not worth my going out there myself."

"If I did, they wouldn't have a chance at the championship. That would be giving them far too much credit!"

At that, Qian Renyu paused.

An even greater confidence than before flickered across his face.

"Though I won't compete myself, the championship of this Spirit Master Tournament will undoubtedly belong to Spirit Hall."

"Even if Hu Liena refuses to learn from her mistakes, the championship will still be ours. No one else will take it from us!"

"Besides, Grandpa, you just released your Martial Soul. The many factions in Spirit City must have seen it, as well as what happened earlier at the city gates."

"If we still can't win the championship after all that, Spirit Hall will truly lose face."

"As you said, Grandpa, I'm the current Pope. I won't let anything happen that would make Spirit Hall lose face!"

Qian Daoliu nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing the absolute confidence radiating from Qian Renyu, he stopped worrying about it.

"Your confidence is all I need. As for my releasing my Martial Soul, consider it my way of showing my support for you!"

"Otherwise, no one would accept a young Pope like you!"

A faint smile played on Qian Renyu's lips. He could more or less guess what Qian Daoliu had been thinking and why he had acted as he did.

As they talked, Qian Renyu and Qian Daoliu made their way toward the Worship Hall.

Before long, the two of them reached its entrance.

Qian Daoliu stopped outside the Worship Hall. Just as he was about to go in, he added, "Xiao Yu, you're the current Pope now. You can do whatever you want."

"As long as Grandpa is alive, I'll be your strongest supporter. Anyone who refuses to accept you—I can take care of them for you!"

Qian Renyu didn't answer right away. He looked at Qian Daoliu, who was speaking with such solemnity.

Deep inside, a warm current quietly flowed through him.

Suppressing that warmth, Qian Renyu's bearing began to change.

In an instant, he radiated a sharp, imposing aura, like a pillar reaching the heavens before the Worship Hall.

"Grandpa, I appreciate it, but once I sit in this position, I don't need anyone else's approval!"

"Status and recognition are won through killing!"

Qian Daoliu fell silent.

He watched Qian Renyu quietly.

The child who had once grown up under his protection now stood as if he could hold up the heavens.

A pleased smile appeared on his face.

"Good. Grandpa will wait to see you carve out a bright future!"

"Unless something else comes up, I won't leave the Worship Hall again!"

"You have your own ideas, but remember what I just said. Grandpa is your strongest supporter!"

"A Spirit Master Tournament is only a minor affair. Tang San of Shrek Academy is only in his forties now. There's no need to suppress him too much—he poses no threat to you!"

"Your attention should be on the Upper Three Sects and the Two Great Empires. They're the real threats!"

Qian Renyu smiled faintly. "Grandpa, this is only a precaution."

"Mm. Handle it as you see fit." Qian Daoliu nodded. "I'll head back now."

With that, Qian Daoliu entered the Worship Hall.

Qian Renyu watched him go inside.

The smile on his face, which had been warm enough until then, gradually turned cold.

He selectively let some of Qian Daoliu's advice go in one ear and out the other.

Normally, a Pope should indeed focus all his attention on the Upper Three Sects and the Two Great Empires.

These were the only factions that stood openly in Spirit Hall's way as it sought to unite the continent.

Only after eliminating them could Spirit Hall truly reach the pinnacle of Douluo Continent.

But the world had both light and darkness.

Qian Daoliu didn't know Tang San's true nature, but Qian Renyu wasn't so arrogant as to ignore Tang San simply because he now sat in the Pope's seat.

If he focused only on the Upper Three Sects and the Two Great Empires and let Tang San quietly grow stronger, the trouble he caused would be greater than any obstacle those factions could create.

Watching Qian Daoliu's silhouette disappear completely, Qian Renyu added silently, Old Master, you really know nothing about cheaters. There's no way I'm letting Tang San grow unchecked.

After those words passed through his mind, Qian Renyu turned his back to the Worship Hall.

The easygoing manner he'd shared with his grandfather vanished, replaced once again by the poise and bearing expected of someone sitting in the Pope's seat.

The Worship Hall stood on relatively high ground. From this elevated spot in Spirit City, he could look down at its streets and alleys.

There was no longer a fully manifested Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul in the sky.

Even so, many people were now moving about the streets, clearly affected by Qian Daoliu's release of his Martial Soul.

Qian Renyu took it all in. His expression was as cold as ice, his stance unshakable, his aura overwhelming.

"Grandpa's display has made sure every major faction in Spirit City knows what happened."

"Next, I need to arrange the details of the finals and make preparations for the championship!"

"As for Tang San, the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter still has another surprise waiting for him!"

"The championship has nothing to do with Tang San!"