An Unfilial Descendant, Qian Daoliu, Pays Respects to His Ancestor

Spirit Hall's Ancestral Hall was located in a small mountain village surrounded by peaks.

The village did not have many residents—only a dozen or so households, totaling just over thirty people.

Yet their cultivation levels were far from low. At the very least, they were all Soul Emperors!

The most lavish-looking Loess House was the heart of the entire village. It was the ancestral shrine of Spirit Hall's successive ancestors.

Two white-haired old men stood outside the Loess House with anxious expressions, seemingly waiting for something.

"Big Brother, Xue'er is only nine this year, yet you agreed to let her go undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo pointed at his own head, as though asking whether something was wrong with Qian Daoliu's brain.

"Well... this... so... isn't that why I had Xue'er come ask for our ancestor's approval?"

"As long as our ancestor agrees, it means there's nothing wrong with the plan."

Qian Daoliu stammered for a long while before finally saying that, his voice carrying a hint of guilt.

"You... I..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo was too angry to speak.

Qian Daoliu had actually invoked the Qian Family's ancestors. What else could he do?

Just then, a hurried and panicked voice came from inside the Ancestral Hall.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Golden Crocodile, someone dug up our Qian Family's ancestral graves!"

The moment those words came out, Qian Daoliu froze.

Then—

His originally fair face turned as red as if he had eaten chili peppers!

Someone had dug up the Qian Family's ancestral graves?

That was no different from stomping Spirit Hall's dignity into the ground and grinding it underfoot a few times!

And after grinding it down, they would even curse, "Too damn hard on the feet!"

"What old bastard dares bully us?!"

Qian Daoliu instantly flew into a rage, turning into a streak of golden light and charging into the Ancestral Hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not hesitate either, following close behind Qian Daoliu.

After all, that was not only the Qian Family's Ancestral Hall. It was his family's too!

"Tell me who sent you, and I can still grant you a quick death!"

Looking at Qian Cheng before him, Qian Daoliu forcefully suppressed the fury in his heart.

This kid looked barely over twenty. Someone had to be directing him behind the scenes—otherwise, even with several extra lives, he would not dare cause trouble here!

Martial Soul Possession!

Golden Crocodile Douluo was a man of few words and swift action, immediately activating his martial soul.

Golden light swept outward, illuminating the entire Ancestral Hall in brilliant gold.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—Nine Spirit Rings radiated a powerful aura.

The Soul Power unique to a level ninety-eight Peak Douluo surged toward Qian Cheng like raging waves!

"One at level ninety-nine, one at level ninety-eight. Your cultivation isn't bad, but..."

Feeling the auras of the two supreme powerhouses, Qian Cheng showed an approving expression, his tone remarkably gentle.

The next second, however, his tone abruptly turned cold, laced with a terrifying pressure!

"But I never taught you to brandish weapons before your ancestor!"

As those words fell, an appalling aura, as if heaven and earth were crumbling apart, pressed down on Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Bang! Bang!

Under that immense pressure, Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo were forced to their knees, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

"Grandpa! Grandpa Golden Crocodile!"

Qian Renxue panicked at the sight, overcome with worry.

Her invincible grandfather had been suppressed to his knees by the other man's mere aura?

She had to be dreaming—a nightmare, at that!

Her grandfather was a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, an invincible existence in the mortal world!

"Who exactly are you?!"

Seeing Qian Cheng seated atop Sixth Generation Ancestor's grave, Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure, trying to stand.

Death?

He was not afraid of it in the slightest!

But if he could witness his ancestor being desecrated without reacting, he would be unworthy as a descendant!

"I am Qian Cheng, the Sixth-Generation Pope of Spirit Hall."

"I accept your filial devotion, but I'm not dead yet. Naturally, I don't need a grave mound. It's fine to step on it!"

Qian Cheng naturally sensed Qian Daoliu's gaze, which looked ready to devour him alive.

"Nonsense! Everyone in the Qian Clan is named according to the ancestral records. There is no 'Cheng' in the ancestral records, and all our names have three characters!"

"Besides, everyone in the Qian Clan has golden hair, while you have black hair. How could you possibly be our ancestor?!"

Before Qian Daoliu could speak, Qian Renxue angrily retorted.

"You little blonde girl, you definitely didn't read the contents of the Ancestral Records properly!"

"You just said your name was Qian Renxue, which means you belong to the Ren Generation. Your grandfather belongs to the Dao Generation.

"The Qian Clan's Fifth Generation belonged to the Cun Generation, while the Sixth Generation belonged to the Zhong Generation."

Qian Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a warm smile on his face.

"You just said the Sixth Generation belongs to the Zhong Generation. Then how can you be our ancestor when your name is Qian Cheng?"

Qian Renxue glared straight at Qian Cheng, as though saying, I saw through you ages ago!

"That little girl may not have read the Ancestral Records properly, but don't tell me you, as her grandfather, didn't read them carefully either?"

Qian Cheng shifted his gaze to Qian Daoliu, revealing a faintly amused smile.

"I..."

Qian Daoliu hurriedly rubbed his eyes and examined Qian Cheng with great care.

The Qian Family's Ancestral Records contained portraits of every generation of ancestors.

His appearance checked out!

The twenty-six-character ancestral naming record also matched.

His cultivation seemed to be correct as well.

Qian Cheng had vanished in the prime of his life, and his cultivation had reached the pinnacle.

That was right. The Qian Family's Ancestral Records did not state that Qian Cheng had died. They stated that he had suddenly vanished!

Qian Daoliu had never understood before what the difference was between vanishing and dying.

So he had faked his death and gone in pursuit of the path to godhood.

Now that their ancestor had awakened, he must have become one of the Gods.

Otherwise, how could Qian Daoliu, a Divine Servant of the Angel God and a level ninety-nine Peak Douluo, be suppressed by someone's aura?

Every piece of information matched. Qian Daoliu no longer hesitated!

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Qian Daoliu bowed his head and struck it against the ground three times, his expression respectful as he shouted, "This unfilial descendant, Qian Daoliu, pays respects to Ancestor!"

The moment he said that, Qian Renxue and Golden Crocodile Douluo were both stunned.

Big Brother!

You knelt so readily and kowtowed so loudly!

What was I supposed to do now?

Waiting online. It's urgent!

That was what Golden Crocodile Douluo was thinking.

As for Qian Renxue...

"Grandpa, you're confused! He may be very handsome, and his cultivation may be very strong, but we can't just acknowledge some random person as our ancestor!"

Qian Renxue said anxiously.

"Xue'er, the Fifth-Generation Ancestor and Seventh-Generation Ancestor were biological father and son. The Sixth Generation Ancestor was the Fifth-Generation Ancestor's adopted son, so he was not named according to the ancestral record."

Qian Daoliu hurriedly explained.

"I..."

Qian Renxue was utterly speechless.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was also somewhat dazed.

This black-haired young man really was their ancestor?

"Little blonde girl, I said you were crying at the wrong grave. Do you think you were crying at the wrong grave now?"

Qian Cheng withdrew his aura and looked at Qian Renxue with great interest.

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo felt the immense pressure on them suddenly vanish, leaving their entire bodies much more relaxed.

"Hehe... Ancestor, I was wrong. I really was wrong!"

Qian Renxue wore a miserable expression.

She had embarrassed herself right in front of her ancestor!

Crying at the wrong grave would have been one thing, but when the actual owner came out to correct her, she had even thought he was lying!

"Let's skip the small talk. When you were crying at the grave just now, you said that Spirit Hall's Pope had been beaten to death, and that you were going undercover?"

"What exactly happened?"

Although Qian Cheng knew the plot, he still wanted to confirm it.

What if he had traveled to a Parallel World?