Transmigrating into Qian Xunji

In the farthest reaches of the luxurious, ancient, history-steeped Spirit City stood a towering mountain that pierced the clouds.

This mountain was called Pope Mountain. Atop it stood a grand, enormous, luxurious palace. Warm sunlight poured down, complementing the Pope Palace's architecture and making it appear uniquely beautiful and magnificent, like a paradise on earth.

This palace was called the Pope Palace, the residence of the Pope. The sacred title of Pope was the faith of all soul masters across the continent.

Inside a secret chamber of the Pope Palace was a man with long, brilliant golden hair. He was exceptionally handsome and wore a white-gold robe, looking noble and elegant.

This man was Qian Xunji, the only son of Qian Daoliu, the current Pope. At this moment, he lay quietly on the floor, no longer breathing. He was dead—angered to death.

Qian Xunji was only in his thirties and had just broken through to become a Soul Douluo. Brimming with excitement, he had gone to Qian Daoliu to share his joy.

A Soul Douluo in his thirties was an unprecedented existence across the entire continent, an indisputable super genius.

Qian Xunji had thought so too. Just as he believed he could continue breaking through, becoming even stronger, reaching his father's realm, and perhaps even inheriting the Angel God position—the dream pursued by the Qian family for generations—Qian Daoliu's first words doused him with cold water.

"After obtaining your soul ring, you will succeed to the position of Pope."

Qian Xunji was utterly bewildered upon hearing this. "Father, succeeding as Pope means handling mountains of affairs every day. It will greatly reduce the time I have to cultivate. I still need to cultivate diligently and fulfill the Qian family's long-standing dream!"

Qian Daoliu turned his back, seemingly unwilling to let Qian Xunji see his expression. "Forget about inheriting the God Ancestor's position. Just safeguard Spirit Hall's foundation and properly continue the Qian family bloodline."

"Why, Father? Can you tell me why?" Qian Xunji asked anxiously. He could not understand what he had done wrong. Was the talent of a Soul Douluo in his thirties still not enough?

Qian Daoliu said calmly, "Ji'er, our Qian family is blessed by the God Ancestor. Our Innate Soul Power is naturally ten levels higher than that of ordinary people. Because of this, we cultivate much faster than outsiders. Do you know who is currently the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent?"

Qian Xunji nodded. "I know, Father. It is your old rival, Tang Chen. He broke through to Titled Douluo at only forty-six."

"Then do you know how old I was when I became a Titled Douluo?"

Qian Xunji shook his head. Qian Daoliu had already been seventy when he was born, and was long since a Limit Douluo. The ages at which the Qian family's ancestors had broken through to Titled Douluo had never been recorded.

"I was two years older when I became a Titled Douluo than you were when you became a Soul Douluo."

The calm words entered Qian Xunji's ears, and his eyes instantly widened. Qian Daoliu's next sentence then exploded in his mind like thunder.

"And even that age was not especially outstanding among the generations of our Qian family."

"Ji'er, do you understand now? The youngest Titled Douluo on the continent may be a supreme honor in the eyes of outsiders, but it is nothing to our Qian family. The reason our family records never documented the ages at which each generation became Titled Douluos is because we never cared to compete with the mortals outside. We are a family of gods."

At this point, Qian Daoliu's tone remained calm, but the pride and fervor in his eyes could not be concealed.

"And becoming a Soul Douluo at your age makes you the worst-performing descendant in the history of our Qian family."

The worst. The worst. The worst.

Those three words echoed endlessly beside Qian Xunji's ears, like needles deeply embedded in his soul.

"So, do you understand? Do not think about inheriting the God Ancestor's position. Leave it for future generations to accomplish. As for falling behind in cultivation, there is no need to worry. Our clan is protected by the God Ancestor. No matter how poor your talent is, as long as your martial soul is a Six-Winged Angel, you can take part in the God Ancestor's divine trials. Once you complete them, you can reach the same level of cultivation as I have."

Qian Daoliu waved a hand. "Gather yourself, then go obtain your soul ring."

Qian Xunji nodded again. This time, his expression was exceedingly dull as he returned to his cultivation chamber.

Back in his secret chamber, Qian Xunji tried to consolidate his cultivation. Yet when he remembered Qian Daoliu's words—that he was the worst descendant in Qian family history—he grew angrier, sadder, and more ashamed the more he thought about them. His state of mind destabilized, his Soul Power became chaotic, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Just like that, he was angered to death.

A moment later, Qian Xunji abruptly opened his eyes. His azure pupils no longer held their usual calmness and pride. Instead, he looked around in confusion, his face somewhat dazed.

"Where is this? Why am I here?"

The next second, a violent headache tore through Qian Xunji's mind, and the original owner's memories all surfaced in his head.

Douluo Continent. Pope Palace. Qian Xunji.

After sorting through the information, Qian Xunji's face darkened. Of all people, why had he transmigrated into this guy?

He knew very well that in the future, Qian Xunji would take Bibi Dong's virginity in a secret chamber, losing his own as well. He would make Bibi Dong give birth to a daughter, the Qian family's only existence in ten thousand years with twenty levels of Innate Full Soul Power.

At the time, Spirit Hall would be at the height of its power. The Worship Hall had seven great elders, while the Hall of Elders had more than ten elders. Without exaggeration, they could have flattened the entire continent by themselves. Yet what happened afterward... could not be described in words.

After spending ten consecutive days in seclusion mastering the power of this body, Qian Xunji walked out of the secret chamber. He instinctively raised a hand to shield himself from the blazing sun overhead, swept his Spiritual Power across the resplendent and almost dreamlike Pope Palace, and sighed softly.

"We'll take it one step at a time."

What Qian Xunji meant by taking it one step at a time was that he was uncertain of the Douluo Continent's current situation and where exactly the timeline stood. However, he was still full of confidence in Spirit Hall's continuation. As long as he did not die, even if events unfolded as they did in the original story, so what? He could still extinguish danger the moment it emerged.

For no other reason than that he was Spirit Hall's only brain. Spirit Hall's current strength was invincible. Even if Tang Chen risked his life, Qian Daoliu held him back, and all the other Titled Douluos fired their ninth soul skills from afar, with a Douluo soul master's defensive power, how many breaths could Tang Chen possibly endure?

"Young Master." A Red Cardinal respectfully said, "His Holiness the Pope asked that you go see him immediately after leaving seclusion."

"I understand."

Qian Xunji headed toward Spirit City, but before going, he first made a trip to Spirit Hall's Library Pavilion.

P.S.: Let me copy this again.

The general outline has already been made very clear in the synopsis. In the first run, Qian Renchuan (Tang San) beat up the Shrek Seven Devils from the second run. As for Qian Renchuan's martial souls, let me explain them here: the Blue Silver Emperor and the Two-Winged Angel. The Two-Winged Angel later becomes the Two-Winged Fallen Angel.

How could Qian Xunji, someone from the grandfather generation, bully Tang San, someone from the grandson generation? Don't you agree? That would be far too embarrassing.

As for teaching Qian Renchuan to have proper values or something, that does not exist. Simply put, it is double standards beating up double standards. As long as this light novel is satisfying, that is enough.

As for the protagonist's spouse, first exclude Bibi Dong. The synopsis made that clear. There will be no child grooming.

Ah Yin is included here. As for who else to add, readers can suggest them. The author does not mind writing some spicy content. An old bull eating tender grass, "I shall raise your wife for you"—what problem is there with that when one is the Pope?