Feeding Scum to Spiders Wasn't Bad

A day later.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei carried Pope Qian Xunji, ignoring their severe injuries as they traveled at full speed without rest. They finally returned to Spirit City.

Ghost Leopard woke up midway, so he was responsible for carrying Jin Ming's corpse.

Time was of the essence.

They did not enter through the city gates. Instead, they leaped over the hundred-meter-high walls and headed straight for the Pope Palace.

Worship Hall.

Beneath the lifelike Six-Winged Angel statue, which seemed almost real.

An elderly man with the same golden hair as Qian Xunji knelt on a cushion, praying devoutly.

The old man was handsome, with features seventy percent similar to Qian Xunji's. He was tall but not heavily built and appeared to be only thirty or forty years old, though he was actually over a hundred.

He exuded a calm, tranquil aura that made people feel exceedingly comfortable.

This elderly man was—

Qian Daoliu.

His cultivation had reached Level 99, the Limit Douluo realm.

He was one of the three great Limit Douluo of the present age, the Grand Consecrator of Spirit Hall known as Invincible in the Sky. He oversaw both Douluo Hall and Worship Hall, was the former Pope of Spirit Hall, and was also the father of the current Pope, Qian Xunji.

Qian Daoliu had sensed Yue Guan and the others the moment they leaped over Spirit City's walls.

"Why are they in such a hurry? Did something urgent happen?"

Qian Daoliu frowned.

Then, his immense Spiritual Power surged forth and swept repeatedly over Yue Guan and the others.

The next moment, Qian Daoliu's calm expression changed drastically, his face turning exceptionally grim.

"Golden Crocodile, something happened!"

Qian Daoliu left behind those words and sent a voice transmission to Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Second Worship.

Then his figure flashed, vanishing from Worship Hall and appearing directly within the Pope Palace.

By then, Yue Guan and the others had already arrived and had just laid down Qian Xunji and Jin Ming's corpse.

"G-Grand Consecrator!"

Upon seeing Qian Daoliu appear, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard swiftly dropped to their knees. Their eyes were full of terror as they pressed their heads to the ground, trembling involuntarily.

"Every bone and tendon in his body is broken, his internal organs are severely damaged, he is paralyzed from the waist down, barely clinging to life, his true body is shattered, and he has suffered Spiritual Power backlash. If these injuries are not treated in time, he may very well perish from them."

Qian Daoliu flashed to the bedside.

With a single glance, he understood Qian Xunji's condition, and his face became incomparably grim.

Then, he instantly summoned his Martial Soul.

In an instant, a gigantic Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul hundreds of meters tall appeared.

It directly enveloped the entire Pope Palace.

Gentle, sacred golden light fell upon Qian Xunji.

Before long, some color finally returned to Qian Xunji's paper-white face. Although his injuries had only been temporarily stabilized, Qian Daoliu still breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as they found a Healing-type Spirit Master and let him recuperate for some time afterward, he should recover fully.

The sacred golden light did not merely fill the Pope Palace; it also spilled across all of Spirit City.

Spirit City's residents had no idea what was happening. Thinking an angel had manifested, they quickly knelt and prayed devoutly.

Every powerful member of Spirit Hall sensed the sacred aura released by the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. All the consecrators and elders from Worship Hall and Elder Hall flew toward the Pope Palace.

Not far away.

Bibi Dong, who was cultivating in the Saintess Hall, sensed it as well.

Her pale violet eyes snapped open, and her gaze turned toward the Pope Palace.

However, she did not go there. She merely released her Spiritual Power to inspect the situation.

She soon grasped the general situation.

"Hahaha—! Qian Xunji, you have this day too. You truly deserve it!" Bibi Dong sneered, her face full of gloating and mockery.

A moment later, her expression turned vicious. "I can't let such a good opportunity slip away. As they say, strike while you're sick and take your life. Scum, just wait. I'll send you to hell right away!"

Beside Blue Lake, near the Orphanage.

Ye Qifeng held a book Hu Liena had lent him in his hands.

He looked up toward the center of Spirit City, gazing at the hundreds-of-meters-tall Six-Winged Angel radiating sacred golden light.

Ye Qifeng's mouth fell open.

"Could that be old man Qian Daoliu's Martial Soul? For him to summon his Martial Soul, something major must have happened. Judging by the timing, Qian Xunji probably went to capture Ah Yin, only to get beaten half to death by Tang Hao's hammer and end up paralyzed from the waist down."

"Hmm... if that's the case, then Qian Xunji isn't far from death. Feeding scum to spiders isn't bad. He'll be dying a fitting death."

Inside Worship Hall.

Within a warmly decorated girl's bedroom.

A little girl of around nine, dressed in a golden gown, sat cross-legged on her bed with her eyes closed, cultivating diligently.

The little girl had beautiful golden hair hanging loosely down her back, skin as fair as snow, exquisite and captivating features, and a straight nose.

Though she was young, her beauty was no less than Bibi Dong's. Yet her temperament was distinctly different, possessing a proud and imposing air full of character.

She was Spirit Hall's Young Master—

Qian Renxue.

And Qian Daoliu's granddaughter.

Suddenly, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul within her stirred slightly, and she opened her somewhat narrow phoenix eyes.

Within them were a pair of azure pupils, crystal-clear like brilliant sapphires.

That's Grandfather's Martial Soul aura. Did something happen? Should I go take a look? Forget it. With Grandfather here, no matter how great the problem is, he can handle it. I should keep cultivating. I need to become stronger and can't disappoint Grandfather's expectations.

Although Qian Renxue was curious, she was an obedient child, especially when it came to Qian Daoliu's words. Thus, she suppressed her curiosity and decided to continue cultivating.

Qian Renxue felt that Grandfather was the person who treated her best in the world.

Not even her father could compare to Grandfather, because her father was always busy with Spirit Hall's affairs and had little time to spend with her.

From the beginning until now, the only one who had always accompanied her was her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

That was why she was closest to Grandfather and listened to him very well.

Inside the Pope Palace.

Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard were having a terrible time.

After stabilizing Qian Xunji's injuries, Qian Daoliu did not immediately withdraw his Martial Soul.

He turned around and looked at Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard. His face was so dark that he resembled a ferocious tiger ready to devour someone.

The three were so frightened that their legs trembled, and they could only lower themselves even further.

"Hmph!"

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly. The might of a Limit Douluo erupted instantly, solidifying into something almost tangible as it slammed directly into the three of them.

Boom—!

Yue Guan and the other two suffered a heavy blow, smashing viciously into the walls of the Pope Palace before falling back down. Their already severe injuries only worsened.

Pfft—!

Each of the three spat out blood. Struggling to rise, they shakily knelt before Qian Daoliu once more, not daring to utter a single complaint.

"What happened here?"

At that moment, a rough voice came from outside the doors, full of confusion. Then a robust old man in golden robes entered through the hall entrance. He was Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Second Worship of Worship Hall.

He had been playing with his newborn granddaughter and had arrived slightly late.

After flashing into the hall, the first thing he saw was Jin Ming's lifeless body on the ground.

Golden Crocodile froze for a moment.

The next second, his body shook violently. He had clearly suffered an enormous blow and could not accept it for a time.

Then he completely broke down. With trembling hands, he pulled Jin Ming into his embrace and wailed in grief, "Son, what's wrong? How did you end up like this after going out once? Get up... you can't die. If you die, what will Yue'er do? Who will protect her in the future...?"

Afterward, all the Title Douluo-level powerhouses arrived in quick succession.

They entered the Pope Palace one after another.

Upon seeing the Pope barely clinging to life and Jin Ming dead, every one of them widened their eyes in shock. Then, upon seeing the miserable state of Yue Guan and the other two, their eyes filled with sympathy and pity.

They thought that if the Pope died from this, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard would likely have to be buried alongside him.