The Force That Represents Justice in This World

Qian Cheng's words were calm, without the slightest ripple, yet they caused a tremendous uproar!

It was the first time they had ever seen something so brazenly twisting right and wrong, calling a stag a horse!

One need not fear a powerful opponent; one should fear an opponent with no martial virtue!

Not only was Qian Cheng absurdly powerful, but his moral bottom line was this flexible too!

All one could say was that the Clear Sky Sect was truly blessed!

"Perfectly reasonable. The old master is right!"

"Those people from the Clear Sky Sect definitely won't take our notice seriously. They'll still hold their ceremony with great fanfare."

"When that day comes, we can go there personally and wipe them all out in one fell swoop!"

"That way, we'll have just cause. Whoever dares stop us will be exterminated!"

The many enshrined and elders spoke one after another, savage smiles spreading across their faces.

"Back then, I made an agreement with Tang Chen that no one from Spirit Hall could set foot in the Clear Sky Sect. What should we do about that agreement?"

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly, a trace of hesitation in his voice.

"Does Spirit Hall listen to you, or does it listen to me?"

Qian Cheng stared at Qian Daoliu, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Of course, it listens to you."

Qian Daoliu lowered his head, his voice so quiet it was nearly inaudible.

"So can you control me? Or do they dare defy my orders?"

Qian Cheng's lips curved upward slightly, revealing an amused smile.

"The old master is right. It's not that I refuse to listen to the Great Enshrined—it's that I don't dare disobey the old master's orders!"

"Right, right. We truly want to listen to the Great Enshrined, but the old master carries more weight!"

"Great Enshrined, don't worry. You haven't broken your promise. It's just that seniority crushes all!"

The many enshrined and elders mocked Qian Daoliu with barbed remarks.

"Big Nephew, treating a promise as weighty as gold is your strength, but it's also your weakness!"

"You want to be a man who keeps his word, so you faithfully honor your promise to Tang Chen."

"But do you know what the people of the Clear Sky Sect think?"

"Those sewer rats won't feel grateful to you at all!!"

"Those rats who only remember pain and never kindness only know that Tang Chen said one sentence, and you no longer dared take half a step into the Clear Sky Sect!"

"They only think Tang Chen is the strongest person in the world, the spiritual pillar of their Clear Sky Sect, while you, Qian Daoliu, are nothing more than a coward without courage."

Qian Cheng patted Qian Daoliu's shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"Is that really so?"

A clear and foolish look appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

In just this short day, his understanding and worldview had suffered a powerful blow!

He clearly felt that his ancestor's words were not wrong, yet there was an indescribable sense of discord that left him feeling deeply conflicted!

"For those who are kind and humble, there is nothing wrong with what you did!"

"Although the trash from the Clear Sky Sect can't understand reason, we can't give up on them!"

"We must convince them with reason! Use the power that represents justice in this world to deliver them all from suffering, so they can experience truth, goodness, and beauty!"

Qian Cheng slowly rose from his seat, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "I will definitely destroy the Clear Sky Sect. If Tang Chen dares show himself, I'll twist his head off!"

Every generation had its own god—was it supposed to be the Clear Sky Hammer Pope every generation?

Heh heh!

This Sixth-Generation Pope was right here. If you have the guts, come and test me!

"Flatten the Clear Sky Sect!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood up and punched toward the air!

"Flatten the Clear Sky Sect!"

"Flatten the Clear Sky Sect!"

"Flatten the Clear Sky Sect!"

The voices of the many enshrined and elders echoed through the Papal Hall.

"Everyone has the right spirit. Let us await the Clear Sky Sect's 444th anniversary celebration!"

Qian Cheng waved to them calmly and said softly, "This meeting is concluded. Dismissed."

After the meeting ended, Qian Cheng went to an elegant pavilion.

This had been his former residence.

Because he had left behind a final order, this residence had been preserved all this time.

As for Qian Daoliu—

That old fellow naturally went to find his biological granddaughter.

After all, Bibi Dong had been blown apart by Qian Cheng. He naturally had to figure out how to explain it to Qian Renxue.

"Grandfather, is your meeting over?"

When she saw Qian Daoliu enter, Qian Renxue hurriedly ran over.

"It's over."

Qian Daoliu thought for a long time, but still could not figure out how to tell Qian Renxue.

"Grandfather, what is that book in your hand? Why have I never seen it before?"

Qian Daoliu held an old book in his hand.

Its cover was slightly yellowed, but it remained smooth and intact. It had clearly been carefully preserved.

"Although you haven't said anything, I know you must still have doubts about the Sixth Ancestor."

Qian Daoliu handed the book to Qian Renxue and smiled lightly. "Read this book, and you'll understand."

"This book, could it be..."

Qian Renxue understood at once.

This book should be the Qian Clan's Ancestral Records, containing information outsiders could not possibly know.

Qian Daoliu had recognized Qian Cheng's identity because he had read this book.

"Xue'er, only enshrined and legitimate Popes are permitted to read what is recorded inside."

Qian Daoliu spoke with some seriousness.

"Grandfather, do you mean that woman doesn't know this information?"

Qian Renxue asked in surprise.

Qian Renxue remembered very clearly that when she was six years old, she awakened the Six-winged Seraphim Spirit, with Innate Soul Power Level 20.

She had eagerly gone to find Bibi Dong, only to receive a slap. From then on, the way she addressed her changed.

She either called her "sister" or "that woman."

"Yes. She has no right to know!"

"But you are different from her. As my granddaughter, you are destined to become the next Pope."

Qian Daoliu had originally wanted to say that Bibi Dong was unworthy of knowing.

But when he thought of how Bibi Dong's body had already been blown apart by Qian Cheng, while her soul had been imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and could not rest even in death, he gave up on saying it.

"Grandfather, will that woman agree?"

A trace of worry appeared between Qian Renxue's brows.

"The Sixth Ancestor has awakened from his slumber once more. Many matters are no longer ours to decide."

Qian Daoliu shook his head, looking somewhat helpless.

"Awakened once more?"

Qian Renxue understood the meaning of each word separately.

But when they were put together, it sounded extremely strange.

Filled with curiosity, Qian Renxue opened the ancient book.

"Grandfather, is everything recorded here true?"

After reading only a few pages, Qian Renxue's young heart suffered several devastating blows.

The Sixth Generation Ancestor would occasionally awaken from his slumber, though the timing was uncertain.

The most recent time had been eight hundred years ago!

But none of that was important!

Little Qian Renxue saw something that shattered her worldview!

Kill!

Double kill!

Rampage!

The traces left by Sixth Generation Ancestor Qian Cheng were very simple.

Either he was lying around dead in Spirit Hall, or he was on his way to wipe out an entire sect!

Even if a dog raised by his family was secretly eaten by someone from another sect, Qian Cheng would exterminate the sect involved!

Apologize?

If apologies worked, what would Soul Masters be for?

That was Qian Cheng's favorite saying!