I Smelled Hatred on You

Half an hour later, deep within the Worship Hall.

A square long table stood in the center.

Seven chairs carved from white jade were placed around it.

Qian Cheng sat in the seat of honor with an expressionless face.

The six Worship Masters sat around the two sides.

As for Qian Daoliu—

Having violated the ancestral precepts again, he was currently kneeling before the Angel Statue in punishment and reflection!

Qian Renxue and Hu Liena had long since been arranged to stay in other rooms.

After all, what was about to happen might be unsuitable for children.

"Second Brother, are you sure?"

Third Worship Master Qingluan Douluo sent his voice directly into Golden Crocodile Douluo's ears with Soul Power.

"Big Brother is already kneeling, and he's been beaten more than once. What do you think?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo likewise transmitted his voice through Soul Power.

"Hiss... So no matter what, this person is far stronger than Big Brother?"

Fifth Worship Master Guangling Douluo drew in a sharp breath.

"If he weren't strong enough, how could Big Brother have acknowledged him so quickly?"

"If children aren't obedient, beat them a few more times and they'll get used to it."

Fourth Worship Master Lion Douluo declared that he was exceptionally skilled in this area.

"I think so too!"

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo exchanged a glance and spoke in unison.

Just then, a beautiful woman wearing a Purple Gold Robe and a Purple Gold Crown walked in from outside.

"Qian Daoliu, what kind of trick are you playing? You summoned me here, yet you're the one kneeling instead?"

The newcomer was none other than Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall.

The moment she saw Qian Daoliu kneeling before the Angel Statue, she mocked him without the slightest hesitation.

Qian Daoliu said nothing and remained kneeling before the Angel Statue.

"Not saying anything?"

Bibi Dong frowned slightly. Her gaze swept over everyone before lingering briefly on Qian Cheng.

What are these old geezers plotting?

Why are they letting a young man sit in the seat of honor?

Whatever. It has nothing to do with me anyway!

The more chaotic the Spirit Hall becomes, the better. The more chaotic it is, the happier I'll be!

Seeing that no one spoke, Bibi Dong could not be bothered to waste any more time.

"The matter of going undercover in Heaven Dou City should have already been decided, right?"

"I'll arrange for her to be sent away immediately!"

Thinking back to Qian Daoliu wanting to seek the ancestors' opinion, Bibi Dong found it laughable.

If the Qian Clan's ancestors truly watched over them from heaven, then Qian Xunji would not have been beaten so badly by Tang Hao.

"I do not agree with the matter of going undercover, so there is no need to discuss it further."

Qian Cheng raised his head and glanced at Bibi Dong.

Her cultivation was decent. She had already reached the level of a Titled Douluo.

Such talent was fairly good, but unfortunately, she was a selfish, ungrateful wretch.

After all, ever since she had been brought back after eloping and then gave birth to Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong had hardly cultivated seriously.

Every day, all she thought about was how to kill Qian Xunji.

"Who are you? Is it your place to speak about the Spirit Hall's affairs?"

Bibi Dong gave a cold laugh, her gaze falling on Qian Daoliu. Her face was full of mockery. "You're still kneeling over there, yet someone already dares interfere with your family affairs."

Unfortunately, even in the face of Bibi Dong's mockery, Qian Daoliu remained kneeling before the Angel Statue without replying with a single word!

In truth, it was not that Qian Daoliu did not want to speak, but that he had no way to speak.

"You did not inherit the position of Pope through the proper line, so it is normal that you do not recognize me."

Qian Cheng raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Qian Cheng!"

The instant she heard those words, Bibi Dong's pupils shrank.

Perhaps Qian Cheng had meant it, or perhaps he had not.

But to Bibi Dong's ears, the words "not through the proper line" were exceptionally piercing!

Not through the proper line?

That meant murdering her master to seize the position. It meant that dark secret chamber!

This matter was like a thorn buried deep in Bibi Dong's heart.

It had fused with her flesh and blood, becoming impossible to remove completely.

The moment she even slightly recalled that incident, Bibi Dong's seemingly tranquil expression would instantly turn savage!

That incident had destroyed everything she had, including her future and her love!

Seeing Bibi Dong's terrifying expression, Qian Cheng knew exactly what she was thinking.

Feeling miserable?

What does that have to do with me?

Am I not even allowed to tell the truth?

"Hehe, according to you, every Pope of the Spirit Hall should know you?"

Bibi Dong studied Qian Cheng carefully, seemingly trying to recall whether she had ever seen him before.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Bibi Dong racked her brain, she could not come up with anything.

"If descendants of the Qian Clan cannot recognize their own ancestor, what right do they have to be Pope?!"

Qian Cheng slowly rose from his chair and looked down at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong was also over five feet seven inches tall, yet she felt an oppressive force coming from Qian Cheng.

"Who exactly are you?"

No matter how confused Bibi Dong was, she could now tell that the person before her was no ordinary man.

"Bibi Dong, even if you are the Pope, you must pay respects upon meeting the Sixth Generation Ancestor of the Spirit Hall!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo rose from his seat and stared sternly at Bibi Dong.

"The Sixth Generation Ancestor of the Spirit Hall?"

Bibi Dong froze.

She looked at the other Worship Masters, only to find that none of them spoke.

Their reaction told her one thing!

Whether she believed it or not, this young man was an ancestor of the Qian Clan!

Then—

An intense resentment and hatred rose within Bibi Dong's heart.

It was him!

This man was an ancestor of the Qian Clan. He had played a part in leaving behind the evil Angel Clan!

Because he existed, there had been Qian Xunji, and she had suffered such humiliation!

"From the moment they entered, I sensed incomprehension, confusion, and surprise from them."

Qian Cheng's gaze swept across the five Worship Masters as he spoke indifferently. "In fact, this is perfectly normal."

"After all, if a young man suddenly claimed to be your ancestor, anyone in their right mind would question it and be surprised."

Qian Cheng shifted his gaze to Bibi Dong, a faintly teasing smile on his face.

"But from you, I sensed hatred!"

"I am very curious. Why do you hate me?"

Qian Cheng stared directly at Bibi Dong and said coldly, "If your answer does not satisfy me, you will die here!"

Killing intent!

An incomparably chilling killing intent swept toward Bibi Dong like a tsunami.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly constricted, and her heart filled with shock.

She herself possessed killing intent, one that had even condensed into a domain.

But when faced with Qian Cheng's killing intent, Bibi Dong had a feeling.

The living beings who had died at Qian Cheng's hands probably numbered more than ten million!

He was simply a Human Butcher!

"The current Pope of the Spirit Hall, your granddaughter-in-law Bibi Dong, pays respects to Ancestor!"

As someone skilled at enduring humiliation, Bibi Dong deeply understood the principle of bending when necessary.

So—

She knelt!

"It seems you did not take my words to heart."

"What I asked just now was why I could sense your hatred toward me, not who you are!"

"I'll give you one more chance. Answer my question!"

Qian Cheng pinched Bibi Dong's chin, forcing her to raise her head and meet his gaze.