One Family, Three Limit Douluo

Yuanen Zhentian had clearly never heard of Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao. He assumed they were hidden "reserves" of the Phoenix Family and the Angel Family.

He had made this mistake simply because he had spent years shut away from the world, paying no heed to worldly affairs.

The Yuanen Family was a reclusive clan to begin with, and there were no complicated chores in the family. He, a demigod, had no need to personally concern himself with trivial matters.

Ever since Yuanen Tiandang broke through to Titled Douluo, he had become a hands-off patriarch, keeping the title of clan head while devoting himself to cultivation.

Thus, Yuanen Zhentian knew something of the continent's situation, but not much.

Had Yuanen Tiandang been here, even if he had never heard of Judgment Douluo Le Lingzhao, he would have known that Purple Phoenix Douluo Leng Qingning was the master of the Spirit Pagoda's Shangling City branch.

"Words cannot express my gratitude." Yuanen Zhentian swept his mental power across the battlefield and said solemnly, "If the Yuanen Family can ever be of use to you, we will not refuse."

By the time Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao arrived, they had cleared away the demons along the way as they went.

Now, several elders of the Yuanen Family were free to hunt down the remaining demons.

The demons above the Titled Douluo level had all been hunted down. The rest were no more than cannon fodder and posed no threat to the Yuanen Family, so Yuanen Zhentian had paid them no mind.

Leng Qingning gently shook her head, her tone even. "There's no need to thank us, Clan Head Yuanen. Our disciples are friends with your granddaughter. Both publicly and privately, we should lend a hand."

"Friends?"

Yuanen Zhentian was slightly taken aback, surprise showing on his face.

His eldest daughter-in-law, Yehui, rarely left her courtyard because she bore an Evil Martial Soul, and she seldom associated with others. His granddaughter, Yuanen Yehui, hardly knew even a few members of her own clan. How could she have friends from outside?

"They've known each other for about a year." Seeing his confusion, Le Lingzhao explained, "They met in Shangling City three months ago and seemed to have a pleasant chat."

Then she shook her head with a light laugh. "Those two little beans are quite interesting."

Three months ago, Yuanen Yehui had indeed gone to the Shangling City Spirit Pagoda to choose a Soul Spirit. It had been one of her few outings.

At Le Lingzhao's reminder, Yuanen Zhentian recalled how it had happened.

His granddaughter had never had many playmates. A year ago, he had heard that she'd made a friend on the Soul Net, apparently through something called Douluo Glory.

He was an old man who didn't understand the fads of the younger generation, and he had never interfered.

"I never expected Huihui to have a connection with your disciples." Yuanen Zhentian smiled.

The word "connection" sounded a little strange when applied to two six-year-old children, but since Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao had brought up their friendship, he naturally couldn't let his manners slip.

Then he changed the subject. "Since both of you have taken a liking to them, your disciples must have extraordinary talent."

At their level, discussing anything else would seem contrived. They couldn't let the conversation fall silent, and the younger generation was naturally the best topic.

Yuanen Zhentian stroked his long beard, unable to hide the pride in his expression. Even the grief he'd felt moments earlier had eased somewhat.

Talking about the children was wonderful. It was his favorite thing to do.

His eldest son, Yuanen Tiandang, had broken through to Titled Douluo at just twenty-four, then advanced further at thirty to become a Super Douluo.

Though he could not match Sky-Prop Douluo Yun Ming, who had reached Limit Douluo at thirty-one, he was hardly inferior. He had every chance of reaching the realm of Limit Douluo before the age of fifty.

Such talent was rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns throughout the history of the Douluo Continent.

His granddaughter, Yuanen Yehui, also had Innate Full Soul Power and possessed Twin Martial Souls. Her talent was even a cut above her father's.

Given time, the Yuanen Family could also reach the glorious heights of the Qiangu Family, with three Limit Douluo in one family.

It was just a pity...

At that thought, Yuanen Zhentian's expression darkened again.

From the time he was young, he had regarded Yuanen Tiandang as the hope of the family, and Yuanen Tiandang had lived up to his expectations. Not only was he exceptionally talented, but he was also steady and dependable. His peers respected him, and the clan elders praised him without end.

Yuanen Zhentian was completely satisfied with his eldest son. The sole knot in his heart was that Yuanen Tiandang had insisted on marrying Yehui.

Back then, he had indeed been deeply prejudiced against Yehui's identity as an Evil Soul Master, regarding her as a source of disaster.

But after all these years together, he had long since understood that an Evil Martial Soul did not make someone an Evil Soul Master. His misgivings had vanished, and he had sincerely accepted her as his daughter-in-law.

Now his granddaughter had inherited her mother's Fallen Angel Martial Soul as well. It was undoubtedly a time bomb hanging over the family.

The Fallen Angel Martial Soul was simply too sinister. Back then, Yehui had even offered to cripple her own Martial Soul to eliminate the danger, but she had been unable to do so and had stopped cultivating instead.

Yet there was no way to suppress the rise of her Soul Power. She could even condense Soul Rings on her own.

Three years ago, when Yehui's Soul Power reached level seventy-nine and her Martial Soul condensed an Eighth Soul Ring on its own, allowing her to break through to Soul Douluo, Yuanen Zhentian had spent some time on tenterhooks.

But when she showed no signs of losing control, he let down his guard. He had never imagined that today her Martial Soul would condense a ninth Soul Ring by itself and break through to Titled Douluo, bringing down a calamity.

He sighed. Things had come to this, and all he could do was take it one step at a time. First, he had to save Tiandang and Yehui's lives.

Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao already knew what had happened to Yuanen Yehui's family. Seeing Yuanen Zhentian's expression shift, they guessed what was on his mind.

This was a complicated family matter with lives at stake. As outsiders, they had no place to say much. They exchanged a glance, then fell silent.

However, this involved another plane, after all.

The Abyss had brought six thousand years of pain to the continent. They absolutely couldn't let the demons descend as well. They would have to witness the matter through to its conclusion.

Yuanen Zhentian came back to himself and realized he had been discourteous. He was about to apologize when a sudden flash of inspiration struck him.

The Phoenix Family and the Angel Family both had deep reserves, especially the Angel Family, whose history could be traced back to the Spirit Hall era two thousand years ago.

The history of Spirit Hall stretched back even further and was connected to the gods of legend.

Perhaps the Angel Family had a solution to the problem that had left the Yuanen Family helpless.

The Holy Angel Martial Soul naturally countered evil and impurity. If there were a way to temporarily seal the Fallen Angel Martial Souls of Yehui and her daughter, then the threat of the Demon Plane could be put aside for now.

Once Tiandang and his daughter both broke through to Limit Douluo, the Yuanen Family would possess the same terrifying strength as the Qiangu Family: three Limit Douluo in one family.

If they could also gain the support of the Angel Family and the Phoenix Family and form an alliance, they could gather seven Limit Douluo alone.

The will of seven Limit Douluo would be enough to make the other powers on the continent think twice.

If they offered up the Demon Plane as well, they could draw a few more Four-Word Battle Armor Masters into the fold. By then, not only would they no longer need to worry about an invasion from the Demon Plane, they could even launch a counterattack and avenge themselves.

At the thought, Yuanen Zhentian's heart began pounding uncontrollably.