The Second Uncle of the Spirit Hall

Douluo Continent, Spirit City.

"Sigh, the Great Uncle is fishing again. I bet he brought bait just to go home empty-handed."

"Keep your voice down. The Great Uncle may be old, but his eyes and ears are still sharp!"

A patrol squad of knights passed by the lakeside, unable to resist making a few snide remarks as they watched the white-haired, youthful-faced old man fishing leisurely on the other side.

After all, this old man had been fishing here for a very long time, yet he returned empty-handed every single time.

Those who knew him thought he was fishing; those who didn't thought he was just feeding the fish.

Of course, this Great Uncle's seniority within the Spirit Hall was terrifyingly high!

He was the younger brother of the Pope from two generations ago, a fossil-level figure of the Spirit Hall!

Meanwhile, the old man currently fishing frowned slightly as he looked at the lake surface.

"The beginner's protection period is over, so I've really become a 'skunk'?"

Qian Yufeng looked at the dwindling bait and groundbait, preparing to reel in his line.

When he pulled up the fishing rod, there was no hook at the end of the line.

"The morning passes by so quickly. The life of a fisherman is just that simple and unadorned."

Qian Yufeng packed his things, preparing to leave.

As he turned around, he saw a little girl with purple hair peeking her head out from behind a large tree, her eyes wide with curiosity as she stared in his direction.

Realizing she had been spotted, the little girl immediately pulled her head back.

Qian Yufeng chuckled, "Little girl, if you're craving fish, I'm afraid Grandpa didn't catch any today!"

"Dong'er doesn't want to eat fish. Grandpa, you don't even have a hook on your line, so it's impossible to catch anything!"

The little girl's voice drifted from behind the tree.

"Dong'er?" Qian Yufeng murmured, and then an electronic sound echoed in his ears.

"Ding!"

"Detected that the host has made contact with the Daughter of Destiny, Bibi Dong. System officially activated!"

This familiar yet strange system sound made Qian Yufeng almost forget his identity as a transmigrator.

He had been in this world for one hundred and eighty years!

One hundred and eighty years—do you know how he spent these one hundred and eighty years?!

They say that the river flows east for thirty years and west for thirty years; never bully a young man because he is poor.

He had gone through six such thirty-year cycles—enough to write a biography!

From "never bully the young" to the tears of a grave robber...

The little girl, Bibi Dong, thought the old man had left and poked her head out again, only to find him standing frozen in place.

She doubted herself, Could it be that my words made the old man sad?

Her heart was suddenly filled with guilt, and she carefully walked toward Qian Yufeng.

"Grandpa, I didn't mean to make you sad!" she said timidly.

Qian Yufeng snapped back to reality. Looking at the little girl before him, it was hard to associate her with the crazed female Pope from the original story.

He revealed a kind smile and said, "Dong'er, right? Grandpa was just thinking about something and got a bit distracted."

"It wasn't your words that made me sad. Fishing is just a hobby of mine; I enjoy the process!"

What a joke—can a fisherman who gets skunked really be called a failure?!

It was just that the fish weren't biting today, which was why nothing was caught!

Bibi Dong didn't understand. Being innocent and naive, she truly believed what Qian Yufeng said.

"Grandpa, if there's nothing else, I'll be going. My teacher is probably waiting for me to eat!"

It was almost lunchtime, and Bibi Dong had to head back.

"Dong'er, who is your teacher..." Qian Yufeng asked, despite knowing the answer.

He knew it was Qian Xunji, but he still couldn't proactively reveal his own identity.

"Everyone calls him His Holiness the Pope!" After saying this, Bibi Dong added politely, "Goodbye, Grandpa!"

Just then, the system's voice rang out again:

"Ding, detected that Bibi Dong needs to replenish her energy. System mission released!"

"Help Bibi Dong replenish her energy. Reward: One Spirit evolution!"

Qian Yufeng was stunned. Was this mission too simple?

It was just a meal; that shouldn't be too hard, right?

Since the pillow was delivered just as he was getting sleepy, why not take it!

Qian Yufeng called out to Bibi Dong, saying, "Grandpa's place is not far from here, and I enjoy researching gourmet food. The Crystal Pork Knuckle that is so popular in Spirit City? I'm the one who invented it!"

Bibi Dong's eyes lit up; she had tasted the Crystal Pork Knuckle before, and it was incredibly delicious.

However, thinking of her teacher, she became very conflicted.

"Grandfather, Dong'er really wants to go, but what about Teacher..."

She poked her index fingers together, not knowing what to do.

Qian Yufeng laughed, "I know your teacher; I'll just send someone to give him a heads-up. It's just a meal, it's no big deal."

Bibi Dong looked at him doubtfully, "Grandfather, you aren't lying to Dong'er, are you? What if Teacher gets angry..."

"Pah, with Grandfather here, there won't be any accidents!"

Qian Yufeng said decisively.

What a joke, he was the Pope's grand-uncle!

"Then... alright!" Bibi Dong still couldn't resist the temptation of the food.

Afterward, Qian Yufeng brought Bibi Dong back to his residence.

As soon as they entered, two handmaids dressed in fitted outfits walked out.

"Master, lunch is ready. Three dishes and one soup."

They were Spirit Masters personally trained by Qian Yufeng, Titled Douluo!

Spirit Blade Douluo, Qian Lingxin, Martial Soul Ghost Spirit Blade, agility-attack type, spirit power level ninety-three.

Spirit Element Douluo, Qian Lingsu, Martial Soul Pure Heart Sword, power-attack type, spirit power level ninety-four.

Their backgrounds were clean; fallen Spirit Masters had invaded and destroyed their village, leaving them orphaned...

This could be called a transmigrator's template, but in reality, they were not; they were just innocent children caught in the crossfire.

The two women's names had both been given to them by Qian Yufeng.

Bibi Dong stood timidly behind Qian Yufeng, quietly sizing up the two handmaids.

Qian Yufeng smiled, "Lingxin, go tell the Pope that Dong'er is eating with me and will return once she's finished."

"Understood, Master!" Qian Lingxin walked away quickly.

Qian Yufeng led Bibi Dong into the main hall, where the aroma of the food wafted out.

Bibi Dong smelled the fragrance, her eyes instantly lighting up as her gaze locked onto the dining table.

Qian Yufeng laughed, "Wash your hands first, then we'll get ready to eat!"

"Mm!" Bibi Dong nodded hurriedly.

Qian Lingxin arrived before the Pope's Palace and said to the guards:

"Go report to His Majesty the Pope; I have something to discuss with him."

The guards dared not delay and hurried to report to Qian Xunji.

"Spirit Blade Douluo? Why isn't she staying with my grand-uncle, and what is she doing coming to me?"

Qian Xunji was very puzzled; these were the two great guards of his [reliable] grand-uncle.

He said to the guard, "Let her in."

The guard turned and left, and before long, Qian Lingxin walked in.

She bowed, "Greetings, Your Majesty the Pope."

"No need for formalities. What does my grand-uncle need?"

"The Master says that Miss Dong'er is having a meal with him, so you need not worry that she has lost her way."

"..." Qian Xunji felt somewhat speechless, but this style of doing things was indeed his grand-uncle's style.

"I understand!" He nodded and asked with concern, "Is his health still robust?"

"The Master is doing very well. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I apologize for the sudden intrusion, I shall take my leave!"

Qian Lingxin finished her respectful reply and turned to leave.

Once she had left, Qian Xunji's serious and earnest expression immediately shifted into one of a headache.

"This grand-uncle of mine, even at his age, he still likes to stir up trouble."