Little Blonde, You're Mourning at the Wrong Grave

"Where was this?"

Qian Cheng groggily opened his eyes and reached out to feel around beside him.

He found that he seemed to be in an extremely cramped space.

So cramped that he could only lie flat and could not even turn over.

"I remember now... This should be the inside of a coffin, and I actually buried myself with my own hands!"

Fragments of past memories surfaced in Qian Cheng's mind.

As a transmigrator, although he had transmigrated a little too early and did not know a single familiar person,

his talent and luck had naturally been excellent, and he had come with a cheat system as well.

Even though both his parents had died at the start, he had still been taken in by the fifth Pope of Spirit Hall.

The old, childless Pope had directly treated Qian Cheng as his own son.

Perhaps heaven had not been ready to let the Qian Family die out. When the old Pope was about to reach the end of his life,

his eighteenth concubine had unexpectedly borne him a son.

After Qian Cheng succeeded to the position of the sixth Pope, he relied on his formidable strength to bring Spirit Hall to an unprecedented peak.

In that era, there had been only one voice!

Qian Cheng's voice!

When a faction grew powerful to the extreme, its ruler became everyone's faith, and the power of faith emerged.

With his cultivation at the peak of level 99, Qian Cheng only needed to absorb the power of faith to create a Self-Created God Position and ascend to the God Realm!

What was faith?

It was prayer, wishes, and longing.

Other than a small number of fanatics, the remaining believers all came with various demands.

It was like having someone mutter in your ear every day,

wanting milky-white snow today, legs that could be played with for a year tomorrow, and to fly into the sky and touch the moon the day after!

Even the faith within a single faction was so impure!

The faith generated by the entire continent was enough to drive a person insane!

And those mutterings were endless!

How could any normal person endure that?

The only ones who could probably endure it were those lunatics in the God Realm!

Seeing that the path of becoming a god through faith was completely impassable, Qian Cheng ultimately decided to take the route of becoming a god through laws.

Either he did not do it, or he did it to the very best.

Qian Cheng could not be fobbed off with just any random law!

Thus, with the system's help, Qian Cheng buried himself in a coffin and entered a state between dreaming and wakefulness.

In that state, one year passed outside while only one day passed for Qian Cheng.

"Let's first see how far my comprehension of the Chaos Law has reached..."

Just as Qian Cheng was about to give it a try, a crisp, childish voice sounded from outside.

"Ancestors of the Qian Clan throughout the generations, Douluo Continent is filled with powerful experts, and Spirit Hall can barely stand alone. The current Pope has even died at the hands of his enemies!"

"This unfilial descendant, Qian Renxue, wishes to go undercover and contribute what little strength she can to Spirit Hall's revival."

"If the ancestors deem this course feasible, please grant me a dream to show your approval."

When he heard the first sentence, Qian Cheng was completely dumbfounded.

In his era, let alone the Pope being beaten to death, no one had even dared touch an ordinary deacon walking outside!

Want to try?

Then it would be time for the Nine Clans Elimination Game!

When he heard the second sentence, Qian Cheng was even more speechless.

An unfilial descendant, Qian Renxue?

Wishes to go undercover?

Those two key phrases instantly made Qian Cheng understand the era in which he had awakened.

It was a decent era, but also an era overflowing with brainless idiots!

So-called powerful experts gathering meant that the entire continent combined was still no match for the Seven Great Enshrined?

And then she still wanted to go undercover?

With such a brainless move, she wanted him to send her a dream?

Should he send her a maternity outfit instead?

Finally... if he had not misheard, the voice had come from the right!

According to the Ancestral Hall's layout, the center belonged to their Qian Clan, while the right side belonged to the Tian Clan of the Second Worship!

So...

"Little blonde, you're mourning at the wrong grave!"

Qian Cheng's exasperated voice suddenly rang out from the white jade coffin like thunder erupting from flat ground.

"Who was that?"

Qian Renxue had originally been kneeling on the ground, preparing to kowtow nine times.

After all, this was ancestral worship. The sense of ceremony had to be fully in place!

But upon hearing that inexplicable voice, Qian Renxue immediately stood up.

Even at only nine years old, Qian Renxue's gaze was still exceptionally sharp.

Her azure eyes slowly swept across the Ancestral Hall before finally stopping on a white jade coffin.

"Whoever you are, if you dare desecrate the ancestors of my Qian Clan, you will not live past today!"

Qian Renxue stared fixedly at the coffin, her tone incomparably cold.

"Little blonde, before you say that, take a look at who you were worshipping just now!"

Qian Cheng moved his limbs slightly, and the white jade coffin began to sway faintly.

Qian Renxue paid no attention to those details and instead instinctively looked toward the person she had just worshipped.

Then...

It seemed that she had just paid respects to Golden Crocodile Douluo's ancestor.

"Grandpa Golden Crocodile's ancestor is also my ancestor. I did not worship the wrong grave at all!"

Qian Renxue found this perfectly reasonable. She had absolutely not mourned at the wrong grave!

Just then, the coffin lying quietly on the ground began to shake without warning.

The shaking grew larger and more violent!

"Creak..."

A heavy, slow sound shattered the silence.

The coffin lid was slowly pushed open, and a decayed aura spread from within.

A long, fair hand pressed against the edge of the coffin.

Then, a tall and upright figure slowly rose from inside the coffin.

He was a black-haired young man who appeared to be in his early twenties, his handsome face like an exiled immortal stepping out of a painting.

He wore an ancient black robe embroidered with old silver patterns that emitted a faint glow.

His long black hair hung casually over his shoulders, with several loose strands falling before his forehead and covering half his eyes, adding a touch of laziness and mystery.

"This venerable one is your Sixth Generation Ancestor. If I say you're mourning at the wrong grave, then you're mourning at the wrong grave!"

Qian Cheng's lips curled slightly as he looked teasingly at Qian Renxue.

Why would an ancestor need to explain himself to his granddaughter?

"What demon are you, daring to impersonate an ancestor and desecrate my Qian Clan!"

Qian Renxue froze briefly before flying into a rage!

Damn it!

If their Qian Family's Sixth Generation Ancestor had not died, he would be at least three thousand years old by now!

You looked twenty at most. Even if you were going to impersonate him, you should at least make it convincing!

In her fury, Qian Renxue directly summoned her martial soul.

Golden Soul Power swept out like a raging storm, filling the entire Ancestral Hall as though it intended to tear everything apart.

Within the pale golden light, a humanoid phantom gradually emerged behind Qian Renxue, radiating an imposing aura.

Two yellow soul rings rose beneath Qian Renxue's feet and slowly revolved around her body.

"Little blonde, in my era, disrespecting an ancestor earned you a belt beating!"

Qian Cheng raised his brows and watched Qian Renxue with interest.

If he remembered correctly, Qian Renxue's Innate Soul Power had been level 20.

Now, at nine years old, her Soul Power had reached level 29, and she even had two yellow soul rings.

All he could say was...

Qian Daoliu truly had a mule-headed brain!

That grandson needed a good beating!

"Grandfather! Grandpa Golden Crocodile! Someone has dug up our Qian Family's ancestral graves!"

Qian Renxue suddenly turned around and shouted outside.

Little punk!

Maybe I can't beat you, but my two grandfathers can definitely beat you until you call them grandfather!