Please, Enter the Urn

Looking at these two old men whose aura of villainy was even more imposing than his own, Qian Xunji hurriedly wiped the sweat from his brow and wryly pressed down on Qian Daoliu's arm.

"Father, Second Uncle, calm down. Let's be civilized. We are now a righteous force, a beacon of light seeking welfare for all civilian spirit masters across the continent. How can we just shout about killing at every turn?"

Qian Xunji switched on his persuasion mode:

"Don't they love to talk about rules? We shall go to Jialing Pass and, in front of every major power on the continent, slap their faces until they swell. This is a golden opportunity to subvert... ahem, to gather public support. To just crush them with one palm would be a terrible waste."

Qian Daoliu pondered this and felt his son made sense, so he huffed:

"Fine. Since you have a plan, I will follow your lead. But we cannot lose face; next Monday, I shall personally go to hold the fort for you!"

"That would be wonderful." Qian Xunji climbed up the ladder:

"But your presence alone isn't enough. Bring along the two elders, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo. Their Coiling Dragon Staff Technique is truly majestic; having them stand behind me would be absolutely dashing."

Qian Jun Douluo and Jiang Mo Douluo had just finished consuming their immortal herbs and had both broken through to level ninety-seven. They were just itching for a chance to stretch their limbs, so upon hearing this good news, they immediately agreed with excitement.

Having settled the high-level combat power, Qian Xunji strolled back to the Pope Hall.

Qian Xunji rubbed his chin and decisively ordered for Yue Guan and Gui Mei to be summoned.

These two were the future pillars of the Martial Soul Hall, the left and right arms of the Pope. Although Gui Mei had not yet fully developed and Yue Guan had only recently consumed the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, The "Polar Static Domain" they could unleash together was an absolute strategic-level divine skill.

Furthermore, these two were clever and efficient, making them the most suitable candidates to bring along for errands.

"Subordinate Yue Guan, pays respects to the Pope."

Watching the two kneel on one knee, their faces flushed with excitement at being personally selected by the Pope for this mission, Qian Xunji nodded with satisfaction:

"Go back and pack your gear. Dress sharply. Next Monday, follow This Seat to Jialing Pass and hunt the world!"

Meanwhile, the various powers across the continent reacted quite differently after receiving Qian Xunji's reply.

At the Clear Sky Sect, in the council hall, The current sect master, Tang Zhen, sneered with disdain after reading the letter and casually crushed the gold-inlaid parchment into powder.

"A mere Qian Xunji, relying solely on the lingering prestige of Qian Daoliu, dares to shamelessly command the heroes of the world to meet him at Jialing Pass? Does he really think his Martial Soul Hall can cover the sky with one hand?"

A domineering aura erupted from Tang Zhen as he turned to look at the two high-spirited young men standing below.

"Xiao, Hao, you two pack up. This time, you will accompany me to Jialing Pass.

Our Clear Sky Sect has been silent for too long. It is time to let the world see just how heavy the hammers of our Clear Sky Twin Stars truly are. While you're at it, I want you to witness for yourselves just how laughable those posturing clowns from the Martial Soul Hall are when faced with absolute power!"

Tang Hao, who had just turned eighteen and was clutching a miniature Clear Sky Hammer, had eyes flashing with the arrogance of a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger: "Father, rest assured. If the Martial Soul Hall doesn't know what's good for them, my hammer will ensure they never return!"

In Heaven Dou City, within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the atmosphere was awkward to the extreme.

Ning Zhen looked at the reply in his hand, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"What in the world is this..."

Ning Zhen felt like crying. He had just spent a sky-high price to buy the twin-martial-soul genius Bibi Dong from Qian Xunji, only to be forced by the pressure of the imperial family and the Clear Sky Sect to grit his teeth and sign that joint pressure letter.

It was truly a case of eating from the bowl and cursing the cook.

"Sect Master, are we going? If the Pope turns hostile on the spot..." Gu Rong asked from the side with concern.

"We go, why wouldn't we? Not going would be a sign of guilt!" Ning Zhen gritted his teeth. "We have our own foundation now. At worst, we'll just speak less and let that blockhead Tang Zhen from the Clear Sky Sect take the heat!"

Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan felt exactly the same.

His son, Yu Xiaogang, had just been mentored by the Pope like a life coach and was even personally sent by the Pope to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for "advanced studies." The hand Yu Yuanzhen had used to sign the joint letter was still trembling.

"Returning evil for good, truly returning evil for good..." Yu Yuanzhen sighed toward the heavens.

"That white-haired fox Qian Xunji is definitely doing this on purpose! But since he has summoned the entire continent, if I claim illness and don't go, how will the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan hold its head high in the spirit master world? I have to bite the bullet and go!"

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were harboring ulterior motives and lacked confidence, the two great empires and the Clear Sky Sect were determined to give the Martial Soul Hall a taste of their power.

Time passed in a flash, and soon it was Monday.

Jialing Pass, This strategic fortress, straddling the border between the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires and known as the most magnificent and treacherous on the continent, welcomed its most shocking and oppressive day since its construction.

Gale winds whipped yellow sand across the sky outside the pass, but the howling wind was forcefully suppressed by the dense crowd of top-tier experts on the ramparts, all radiating terrifying spirit power fluctuations.

Every influential figure of note in the entire Douluo Continent had arrived today.

On the east side of the city wall, occupying the prime position, was none other than the number one sect in the world—the Clear Sky Sect.

Sect Master Tang Zhen, in a black robe, stood at the very front with his hands behind his back, exuding natural authority. To his left and right stood the steady and reserved Tang Xiao, in his early thirties, and the eighteen-year-old Tang Hao, whose eyes were rebellious and who habitually twirled a small hammer in his hand.

The Clear Sky Twin Stars stood there, looking like two little adults.

On the west side of the wall was the luxurious and domineering royal procession of the Star Luo Empire.

Star Luo Emperor Dai Tianfeng, clad in golden armor, resembled a crouching tiger.

Standing beside him was the peerless and stunning Star Luo Empress Zhu Wanying, whose figure was so alluring it drew frequent glances from many sect disciples.

Behind the imperial couple stood an old man with a hunched back, eyes closed in meditation. Although he appeared to be on the verge of death, the occasional flash of killing intent when he opened his cloudy eyes clearly signaled his status as a genuine Titled Douluo.

As for the positions slightly further back in the middle, Ning Zhen and Yu Yuanzhen were feeling guilty, their eyes darting around. The two of them maintained a tacit silence today, pretending to admire the scenery, determined not to be the first to stick their necks out.

Besides these four giants, a dozen or so masters of second and third-rate sects stood scattered along the edge of the wall.

Leaders of sects friendly to the Martial Soul Hall, such as the Elephant Armor Sect, White Tiger Sect, and Wind Sword Sect, were also present. They were purely there to watch the show and witness history.