Hunt Di Tian Plan

Even though the other party wore a silver half-mask, his build, his gait, and even that faint, bone-deep familiar aura of light emanating from the air gave him an absurd illusion.

"What? Has the Grand Worshipper forgotten me?"

Qian Xunji chuckled softly, slowly raised his hand, and removed the silver mask from his face.

When that long-unseen face, carrying a trace of sinister charm, was fully revealed to the air, Qian Daoliu's pupils trembled violently, and his mind crashed in that instant!

"Ji... Jier?"

Qian Daoliu's voice shook as he took an incredulous step forward. But he quickly snapped back to his senses. No! His son, Qian Xunji, had long been dead, having died in that dark secret chamber. He had personally verified the corpse!

"No, you're not him!"

Grief surged within Qian Daoliu, and rage instantly overwhelmed his reason. The sacred pressure of a Rank 99 powerhouse erupted like a tsunami:

"How dare you use such vile sorcery to impersonate my dead son and cause trouble in the Worship Hall! You're courting death!"

Before his words had even faded, three pairs of immaculate white wings spread from Qian Daoliu's back. A Heaven-Measuring Sword formed entirely from light elements pointed directly at Qian Xunji's throat, brimming with killing intent!

Facing Qian Daoliu's fury, Qian Xunji did not retreat a single step.

He merely gazed calmly at the old man before him, who had spent his entire life guarding his family and faith, and lightly spoke a few words:

"What about now?"

Boom—

Without making any movement, an Angel aura purer and more vast than Qian Daoliu's erupted from Qian Xunji's body, forcibly suppressing Qian Daoliu's pressure!

Then, before Qian Daoliu's disbelieving eyes.

One, two, three, four...

A full four pairs—eight resplendent Angel wings—unfurled behind Qian Xunji. That aura of light, surpassing the Six-Winged Angel and reaching a certain ancestral qualitative transformation, even made the Angel Statue within the Worship Hall hum in resonance!

Clang.

Having lost the control of Soul Power, the Heaven-Measuring Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand instantly fell to the ground. He stood there as if struck by lightning, blankly staring at those eight sacred wings. His lips trembled violently, yet he could not utter a complete sentence.

"Ei... Eight-Winged Angel? How is that possible... This is Martial Soul Evolution... You... who exactly are you?"

In this world, appearances could be altered and auras could be disguised, but the Angel Martial Soul originating from the depths of one's bloodline, along with Rank 99 Soul Power, could never be faked!

Qian Xunji withdrew his Martial Soul, walked to the tea table by the side of the hall, and naturally picked up the teapot to pour two cups of warm water.

"I truly am Qian Xunji." Holding a cup, Qian Xunji walked over to Qian Daoliu, handed one to him, and looked at him calmly.

"Unfortunately, I am not the Qian Xunji of this world. Or rather, I am not that pathetic fool who was grievously wounded by Tang Hao and eventually died in that secret chamber."

Qian Daoliu accepted the cup unconsciously, his mind still in a muddle. "N-Not from this world?"

Qian Xunji selectively explained what he could about the Inner World and the Surface World, as well as how the Angel God King had descended a God Trial and opened a passage between them.

A full incense stick's worth of time passed.

Qian Daoliu still held his cup in the same posture, his eyes vacant. A parallel world? Another, inverted continent? And he himself was a parasitized King of Healing over there? In that world, he had truly ended up with Bo Saixi?

It all sounded like complete nonsense!

Yet as he looked at the living face before him and felt the indisputable Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul and Rank 99 Peerless Douluo Soul Power, the solid barrier of common sense within Qian Daoliu's heart finally collapsed.

"You... you truly are..." Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji. Though he knew this was his son from another world, that longing still made his eyes redden slightly.

"So, Grand Worshipper, can we sit down and have a proper talk now?" Qian Xunji sat down in a nearby chair.

Qian Daoliu took several deep breaths and suppressed the emotions in his heart. He sat opposite Qian Xunji and stared at him with a complicated gaze for a long while before finally speaking haltingly:

"Since... since you came on the Angel God King's orders, then... could you do this old man a favor?"

Qian Xunji raised a brow. "What favor?"

A trace of pain and pleading flashed across Qian Daoliu's aged face. "Go to the Heaven Dou Empire and see Xue'er... She has been infiltrating an enemy nation alone. It is too hard on her... She misses you very much."

At the mention of that name, Qian Xunji fell silent.

Although Qian Renxue was not his biological daughter, the girl's tragic fate was something he could not ignore. Besides, the God King's strict command to him was to help Qian Renxue.

"I will go." Qian Xunji set down his cup.

"Grand Worshipper, I said earlier that I came to this world to carry out the Angel God King's mission and to save the Angel Clan."

Qian Daoliu keenly caught the chill in his words.

"Save them? With this old man standing guard, and with the Worship Hall's foundations, why would the Angel Clan need saving?"

"Heh heh heh..."

"With you standing guard? Grand Worshipper, do you know what the Angel Clan's ending is in the original course of fate?"

Qian Xunji abruptly leaned close to Qian Daoliu and enunciated each word. "In the future, the Angel Clan will lose miserably. Your foundations will be slaughtered to the last; your honor and faith will be trampled beneath others' feet and used as a stepping stone for villains; and you will sacrifice yourself to open Qian Renxue's God Trial!"

"And Xue'er..." Qian Xunji's voice seemed to come from hell.

"Her spirit will be defiled during the God Trial by despicable means. In the final battle, her divine position will shatter, and she will lose all her Soul Power, spending the rest of her life alone in old age like a cripple! And Spirit Hall will vanish completely from this world!"

Crack!

Qian Daoliu crushed the teacup in his hand into pieces. Scalding tea mixed with blood streamed down his hand, but he did not notice at all.

"Who?" Qian Daoliu's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the killing intent of a Rank 99 powerhouse blasted straight through the roof of the Worship Hall. "Tang Hao, that thief? Or that duplicitous Bibi Dong? I'll go slaughter them right now!"

"Don't rush. Killing them would only dirty your hands." Qian Xunji grabbed and restrained the rampaging Qian Daoliu.

"I will settle these debts with them one by one, but not now. I have a ten-thousand-year—no, a ten-year plan."

Qian Xunji looked at Qian Daoliu, a cold curve lifting at the corner of his mouth.

"For now, all you need to do is trust me and do me a favor."

Qian Daoliu's chest heaved violently as he stared fixedly at Qian Xunji. "What favor? Just say the word! So long as Xue'er can be protected and the Angel Clan preserved, you can take this old man's life!"

"It isn't that serious." Qian Xunji smiled and patted Qian Daoliu on the shoulder.

"Help me hunt a soul beast."

"Hunt a soul beast?" Qian Daoliu frowned. Though he did not understand, he agreed without hesitation.

"What rank? A hundred-thousand-year one? Give me the location, and I'll have Second Brother make the trip himself. His Rank 98 cultivation is more than enough."

"No." Qian Xunji shook his head.

"Golden Crocodile alone would not even be enough to fill its teeth."

Qian Xunji rose to his feet and announced his plan word by word:

"I want you to personally lead the team. Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, Lion, Light Feather... I want every Super Douluo in the Worship Hall to mobilize. Every last one of you is coming with me to Star Dou Forest!"