Qian Daoliu: Take a Beating? I'll Do It Myself

The sun set in the west, and the fading rainbow was red as blood.

Led by Qian Cheng, the group of four walked slowly along the country road, their steps steady and unhurried.

Qian Daoliu had his head wrapped up, leaving only his eyes exposed. His gaze was full of grievance and helplessness.

There was no helping it. Qian Cheng had swollen his face so badly that even Soul Power could not make it go down.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, meanwhile, looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart, wearing an expression that said he had seen absolutely nothing.

Qian Renxue occasionally stole a glance at Qian Cheng, though no one knew what she was thinking.

"Ancestor, what realm is your current strength at?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo finally could not hold back any longer.

This question weighed not only on his mind; even Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu pricked up their ears.

"Barely passable. Against people like you, I can beat a hundred with one hand!"

Qian Cheng's tone was utterly calm, as though he were stating something entirely ordinary.

"I see. Then that's truly wonderful."

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo exchanged a glance, awkward smiles appearing on their faces.

They felt insulted, yet had no idea how to refute him.

"Ancestor, why were you sleeping inside a coffin?"

Qian Renxue asked curiously.

"That was a special method of cultivation."

Qian Cheng smiled faintly and answered casually.

"I see."

Qian Renxue nodded as though she understood, though she clearly did not.

Time quietly passed amid the silence. About half an hour later, Qian Cheng's group finally arrived at the gates of Spirit City.

Though Spirit City was not particularly large, it had been built to the standards of a main city, making it especially grand and imposing.

The twenty-meter-tall city walls looked immensely towering from the outside, like mountains that could not be crossed.

The walls were also over ten meters thick, constructed entirely from hard granite.

Most unusually, Spirit City was not shaped like an ordinary four-sided city, but a hexagon.

In other words, it had six walls in total.

The patrols atop the walls were all Soul Masters. Dressed in Spirit Hall's specialized uniforms, they carried out their duties with meticulous seriousness.

Each of the six walls bore an enormous relief sculpture, symbolizing six powerful martial souls.

Chrysanthemum, Ghost Shadow, Crown, Seven Kill Sword, Clear Sky Hammer, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

"Qian Daoliu, explain to me what these reliefs are supposed to mean."

Qian Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Qian Daoliu with a half-smile.

The moment Qian Daoliu saw that expression, he knew he might be in for another beating!

But he had been wronged!

I haven't done anything. Why has the ancestor set his sights on me again?

"Of these six reliefs, the chrysanthemum, ghost shadow, and crown represent two of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo and the Pope."

"The Seven Kill Sword, Clear Sky Hammer, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon represent the three strongest sects on the continent."

Qian Daoliu explained cautiously.

"That was well said!"

Qian Cheng nodded, a trace of approval in his tone. Qian Daoliu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that things should be fine now.

However, Qian Cheng's next words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing his hopes.

"That hammer relief represents the Clear Sky Sect, doesn't it?"

Qian Daoliu nodded instinctively, unease stirring faintly in his heart.

"If I heard correctly, your son was beaten to death by people from the Clear Sky Sect half a month ago."

Qian Cheng's voice suddenly turned icy, like a whisper from hell.

"Do you think it isn't humiliating enough, or do you think too few people know, so you left the Clear Sky Sect's relief on the city wall for everyone to see that your son was beaten to death?"

Qian Cheng stared at Qian Daoliu, his sharp gaze piercing straight into his soul. "Grandson, look me in the eyes and tell me: was that what you were thinking?"

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

Only then did Qian Daoliu realize what was happening. Cold sweat instantly broke out across his body as he understood what a grave mistake he had made.

By leaving the Clear Sky Sect's relief on Spirit Hall's city wall, every person who came to Spirit City would think of how his son had been beaten to death by people from the Clear Sky Sect as soon as they saw it.

It was practically a silent humiliation, yet he had been completely unaware of it!

What the hell is inside my head?

Could it be...

Do I have dementia?

"Grandson, would you rather I persuade you with virtue, or persuade you with reason?"

Qian Cheng pulled a golden brick from his robes. One side was engraved with the word "Reason," while the other bore the word "Virtue."

"Ancestor, I know I was wrong. Can you give me one more chance?"

Qian Daoliu's eyes were filled with pleading.

"Sorry, no!"

The brick in Qian Cheng's hand traced a graceful arc through the air before instantly striking Qian Daoliu on the forehead with a crisp smack.

"Hiss... Ancestor, I wasn't smart to begin with. If you keep hitting me, I'll become even dumber!"

Qian Daoliu clutched his head, pain written all over his face.

"You're no different from an idiot already. A few more hits won't make much difference!"

Qian Cheng said blandly.

"Ancestor, Grandpa knows he was wrong. Please stop hitting him."

Qian Renxue tugged at Qian Cheng's sleeve, a hint of pleading in her eyes.

"Fine. For the little girl's sake, I won't continue educating you today."

Qian Cheng raised his head to look at the Clear Sky Sect relief, displeasure flashing through his eyes. "This thing really irritates me!"

A dark black palm shadow shot through the air in an instant, carrying an aura of destruction as it struck the city wall.

Rumble!

That section of the city wall immediately cracked apart before collapsing with a thunderous crash, turning into dust that filled the sky!

The violent roar rang through the heavens, as though it would shake the entire Spirit City apart.

Naturally, the Soul Masters within Spirit City also heard the earth-shattering noise and streamed out of their residences.

"What happened?"

"That sounded like an explosion. Could someone have invaded Spirit Hall?"

"Are you still asleep? This is Spirit City. Who in their right mind would invade this place?"

"Why worry about it? If there's really a problem, Spirit Hall's enforcement team will deal with it themselves."

The many Soul Masters spoke over one another, their voices carrying a trace of alarm and confusion.

These Soul Masters were right. Spirit City certainly had an enforcement team.

"You... cover your face!"

Qian Cheng said to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Alright!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo still had some brains.

He understood that Qian Cheng was doing this to conceal his identity.

This way, Qian Cheng could test the strength of the younger generation.

Just then, a burst of commotion came from nearby. A squad of Soul Masters wearing black armor rapidly surrounded them.

"You brazen fiends! How dare you cause trouble in Spirit City? You have no respect for the law!"

The leading old man immediately flew into a rage when he saw that the city wall had been smashed apart.

Dazzling golden light emerged behind him, forming a majestic golden eagle.

Eight soul rings appeared in succession and circled around him, radiating powerful Soul Power fluctuations.