The Death of Qian Xunji

Seeing his old brother of many years break down in tears, grieving for a son who had died before him,

Qian Daoliu felt even worse.

His sharp gaze fell on Yue Guan and the other two as he asked coldly, "Speak! What exactly happened? Who did this?"

"It... it was Tang Hao!"

Yue Guan spoke tremblingly, recounting the entire sequence of events in detail.

"Jin Ming is dead, and the Pope is on the verge of death. Why don't you go die too?!"

Jin E suddenly rose to his feet and roared with a ferocious expression.

Splat—!

The pressure of a Level 98 Super Douluo crushed Yue Guan and the other two to the floor.

"I'll have you buried with him!"

Jin E was consumed by rage and was about to execute the three of them.

"Jin E. Calm down!" Qian Daoliu raised a hand to stop him.

Qian Daoliu was just as furious, but he distinguished right from wrong. Having learned the full story, he knew Yue Guan and the others had failed in their duty to protect, but their crimes did not warrant death.

He could understand Jin E's momentary fury after losing his son.

But he could not execute three Title Douluo over it. Spirit Hall could not bear the loss of four Title Douluo at once.

Qian Daoliu continued in a deep voice, "The true culprit is that so-called Clear Sky Sect successor—Tang Hao!"

At those words, Jin E slowly regained his rationality, though his expression remained dreadful. In the end, he withdrew his pressure. "In consideration of how difficult your cultivation has been, I'll spare you for now. You three had better watch yourselves!"

"Thank you, Second Worship, for sparing our lives!" Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard hurriedly prostrated themselves in thanks.

Jin E had no mood to remain any longer. He bowed to Qian Daoliu. "Grand Consecrator. This old man is tired. I'll take Ming'er home first."

"Alright." Qian Daoliu nodded, stepped forward, and patted Jin E's shoulder. "My condolences. I will give you an explanation regarding Jin Ming. Give him a proper burial first. He deserves a place in Douluo Hall!"

"Thank you, Grand Consecrator!"

After saying that, Jin E carried Jin Ming's body out of Pope Palace amid the bows of the many Consecrators and elders. Yet his once-straight back had become somewhat hunched, as though he had aged decades in an instant.

"I have only one thing to say."

Qian Daoliu swept his imposing gaze over everyone present. His expression was stern as he issued an unquestionable command. "Everything you heard and saw today is to remain confidential! Once you leave, let it rot in your stomachs. Understood?"

"Yes, Grand Consecrator!"

Everyone's hearts tightened. None dared show the slightest negligence as they answered respectfully.

"Dismissed!" Qian Daoliu waved his hand.

"We take our leave!" After bowing, the Consecrators and elders flashed away from the great hall.

Once everyone had left, Qian Daoliu looked again at the severely injured Yue Guan and the other two. Suddenly, he felt listless. "You three should return as well. Recover properly!"

"Thank you, Grand Consecrator!"

Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard felt as though they had received a pardon. Supporting one another, they slowly departed as well.

At last.

Only Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji remained in the vast Pope Palace.

One stood, while the other lay down.

Qian Daoliu then used his Soul Power to lift Qian Xunji. With a flash, he brought him to the magnificent, golden Pope's private bedchamber behind Pope Palace and placed him on the bed.

"Go! Bring every Healing-type Spirit Master in Spirit City above the Soul Saint rank to me!" As Qian Daoliu entered, he gave an order to the Holy Emperor Warriors guarding the bedchamber.

Very soon, more than a dozen Healing-type Spirit Masters arrived at Pope's Palace under the guidance of the Holy Emperor Warriors.

Five of them were Spirit Douluo, while the remaining dozen or so were Soul Saints.

"My lord!"

Led by the five Healing-type Spirit Masters who were Spirit Douluo, the group bowed toward Qian Daoliu, whose back was facing them.

They did not know Qian Daoliu, but they knew that anyone standing inside Pope's Palace must hold a status far above their own.

"No need for formalities! Begin treatment at once!" Qian Daoliu said blandly without turning around.

At his words, the dozen-plus Healing-type Spirit Masters unleashed their healing Spirit Skills together.

In an instant, healing lights of every color lit up and fell over Qian Xunji.

Qian Xunji's injuries visibly began to heal. After all, more than a dozen Healing-type Spirit Masters were treating him together.

Very quickly, the injuries on Qian Xunji's body had fully recovered.

However, no one withdrew their healing Spirit Skills immediately.

Without Qian Daoliu's order, they did not dare stop healing and instead continued pouring out Soul Power.

After a long while, the Healing-type Spirit Masters had exhausted every last bit of Soul Power. All of them were drenched in sweat and extremely weak, clearly exhausted.

"My lord. His Holiness the Pope's physical injuries have fully healed, but... we are truly powerless to treat his mental injuries. He can only recover gradually through rest."

One of the Healing-type Spirit Masters with the greatest seniority and cultivation stepped before Qian Daoliu, bowed, and spoke.

"Mhm." Qian Daoliu nodded faintly, then issued a gag order. "The Pope's injuries are not to be publicized! If even a trace of information leaks out, you know the consequences!"

"We understand!"

All the Healing-type Spirit Masters present were elites of Spirit Hall and shrewd people in their own right. They knew what should and should not be said, and they all gave their assurances.

"Spirit Hall will remember your contributions. Someone will deliver your rewards afterward."

Qian Daoliu was a man who clearly distinguished rewards from punishments.

"It is our honor to serve Spirit Hall and His Holiness the Pope. We would not dare ask for rewards."

The Healing-type Spirit Masters spoke as one.

"Spirit Hall rewards merit and punishes wrongdoing. Those with merit shall be rewarded. Simply accept what is due to you," Qian Daoliu said.

"In that case, thank you, my lord!" Everyone bowed.

"Enough. You may withdraw." Qian Daoliu waved his hand.

"We take our leave!"

The group bent at the waist and slowly backed away several steps before turning around and leaving.

Qian Daoliu watched the unconscious Qian Xunji and said quietly, "Ji'er, don't worry. I will seek justice for you. Tang Hao... he won't get away!"

After speaking, Qian Daoliu thought of his granddaughter, Qian Renxue:

"Xiao Xue is still young. She cannot be allowed to learn that her father has been seriously injured, or she may worry about it. It would be bad if it affected her mood..."

After considering it, Qian Daoliu thought, I should go see Xiao Xue first.

"You there, take proper care of the Pope. There must not be the slightest mistake, or I will hold you accountable!"

Qian Daoliu ordered the palace maids and Holy Emperor Warriors.

Then he flashed away from Pope's Palace.

Inside Saintess Hall.

At the very moment Qian Daoliu left Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and a flash of dim light passed through her pale violet pupils.

A cruel sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of her lips.

She concealed her aura with all her might and secretly made her way toward Qian Xunji's bedchamber.

Before long, Bibi Dong finally arrived before Qian Xunji.

With a casual gesture, she cast a Soul Power barrier around herself and Qian Xunji.

She looked at the unconscious Qian Xunji on the bed.

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with hatred. Her beautiful face instantly twisted into a hideous expression, her heart consumed by madness. At last, her wish was about to be fulfilled.

"I have waited too long for this moment. Qian Xunji, go die!"

Bibi Dong drew a cold, gleaming blade from her Soul Tool and viciously plunged it into Qian Xunji's heart. Gripping the hilt with both hands, she twisted it ruthlessly several times.

Though unconscious, Qian Xunji's body reacted through reflex. The sudden devastating damage to his heart made him tremble uncontrollably, and his entire face wrinkled in agony.

More than ten seconds later, Qian Xunji's life finally faded away completely. Bibi Dong pulled out the blade, and blood instantly gushed forth.

It splattered across her face and body.

She froze for a moment, then staggered back several steps uncontrollably. Panic and fear suddenly surged up within her, and she could no longer hold the blade, allowing it to fall to the ground.

But moments later, an incomparably intense thrill of vengeance filled her heart and replaced everything else.

Her eyes reddened. Her peerless face was filled with extreme madness, hatred, and vengeance.

The next moment, Bibi Dong released her second Martial Soul, the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor.

A hideous, ugly giant spider instantly appeared behind Bibi Dong.

The giant spider's abdomen was as enormous and round as a ball, while its body was covered in steel-needle-like bristles. Deep green saliva dripped from its ugly mouthparts, and its eight blade-sharp legs constantly waved up and down.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Bibi Dong let out a sharp cry, and the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor Martial Soul directly fused with her body.

After Martial Soul Possession.

Purple-black spider armor suddenly covered Bibi Dong's body, while a spider head formed over the top of her own.

Her face was hidden beneath a shell, and two pairs of small spider eyes grew beneath her eyes.

Her long, straight, snow-white legs vanished and became a massive sphere.

Eight spider legs extended one after another from her back, swaying constantly up and down. Green mucus covered the legs, dripping onto the ground with sizzling sounds.

At that moment, Bibi Dong looked like an immensely terrifying and incomparably ugly giant venomous spider.

Bibi Dong controlled the eight spider legs, raising them high into the air before driving them down at high speed.

Puff! Puff! Puff—!

The eight spider legs pierced Qian Xunji's body one after another.

The devouring attribute of the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor activated instantly.

All the life force and Soul Power in Qian Xunji's body flowed continuously through the spider legs into Bibi Dong.

In no time at all.

Qian Xunji was devoured until not a drop remained.

His body vanished without a trace. Only his clothes and two Leg Spirit Bones from the Angel God Set, gleaming with golden light, remained on the bed.

Bibi Dong's aura continued to grow stronger.