The Irritable Qian Yufeng: Tang Wenjing, I...

Qian Yufeng and his two handmaidens spent another three days returning to Spirit City.

Looking at the towering Spirit City ahead, he felt the comforting sense of returning home.

As they walked to the city gate, naturally, no one dared to stop them.

The guards here saw the Second Granduncle as even dearer than their own fathers.

Every time the Second Granduncle left the city, the guards would always receive an extra ten to twenty Gold Soul Coins.

He would even add, "You've worked hard. Go grab some drinks with the brothers after your shift. If anyone asks, just say it was from the Second Granduncle."

With such a generous Second Granduncle, which guard wouldn't be familiar with him?

Qian Lingxin and Qian Lingsu were long accustomed to this; in Spirit City, the image of the family head was that of a kind, benevolent old man who cared for his juniors.

The only drawback was that he always came home empty-handed when fishing.

Before they entered the city, a guard said, "Granduncle, people from the Clear Sky Sect have arrived. It seems a high-ranking deacon had a conflict with one of their disciples, and then they started a brawl..."

Qian Yufeng laughed. "Young man, not bad, not bad. I've remembered you, see you next time!"

With that, he smiled and led the two women toward the Pope Palace.

The Clear Sky Sect—he hadn't expected such a coincidence.

They had actually come knocking on the door themselves. The other party was certainly in the wrong, but with Tang Chen still presiding over the sect, that was the source of their confidence.

Tang Chen was in deep seclusion, trying to break through the final shackles with his own power, leaving the sect's affairs to several elders.

Qian Yufeng guessed that he would likely head out to seek his god-level trial within the next two years.

On the surface, he wore a smile, but his heart had already turned heavy.

Ever since he and Qian Daoliu stopped managing affairs, these sects had really started to get ahead of themselves.

Wasn't this clearly trying to make trouble for the new Pope, Qian Xunji?

No wonder Qian Xunji harbored such gnashing, hateful resentment toward them.

Previously, he had been too lazy to bother with them, but now, things were different.

Returning to Spirit Hall this time was specifically to solve problems for his eldest grandson, and hadn't the Clear Sky Sect just walked right into the line of fire?

Soon, the three of them arrived at the square in front of the Pope Palace.

"Lingxin, Lingsu, you two head back first. I'm going to see the Pope."

"Lunch is still four dishes and one soup. Wait for me to return before eating."

After Qian Yufeng finished speaking, he walked straight into the Pope Palace.

The knights guarding outside the Pope Palace naturally recognized Qian Yufeng.

"Shh, don't make a sound. Let me hear what they are saying first."

Qian Yufeng placed his index finger to his lips, signaling the two knights to keep quiet.

He stood silently outside the door and began to listen to the argument inside the Pope Palace.

"Pope, this conflict..."

"The sequence of events is already very clear. What face does your Clear Sky Sect have to dare come to my Spirit Hall..."

"What do you mean we..."

"Simply audacious..."

"..." Qian Yufeng hadn't expected the argument inside to be so intense.

The only ones who could make Qian Xunji curse out loud were these arrogant and unreasonable fellows from the Clear Sky Sect.

If not for the friendship between his father, Qian Daoliu, and their sect master, Tang Chen, he would have kicked these guys out long ago.

The few who had come were the older members of the Clear Sky Sect, who had also contributed quite a bit to the cooperation between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect.

But these fellows relied on their seniority to act shamelessly, demonstrating the very definition of having no shame.

It was truly bullying people too much!

Although he wasn't skilled at verbal sparring, his Second Granduncle had taught him: when arguing, just let loose and imagine the other person as the one you hate most, but when facing those older than you—excluding himself—use terms like "old immortal" as frequently as possible.

However, he still underestimated the thickness of these fellows' skin.

After listening outside the door for a while, Qian Yufeng sighed inwardly, "This eldest grandson of mine is still too well-mannered. It seems I have to step in."

Thus, he straightened his clothes, pushed the door open, and walked in.

"Damn!"

"Your Clear Sky Sect really has grown bold, actually shouting and hollering in this Pope Palace. What kind of decorum is this!"

The moment Qian Yufeng opened his mouth, it was the classic national essence.

He quickly sized up the four members of the Clear Sky Sect; there were three familiar faces.

The remaining one was a young man he had never seen before.

The First, Second, and Third Elders of the Clear Sky Sect—getting these three fellows to make a trip to Spirit Hall was quite a difficult feat.

"This..." The Great Elder of the Clear Sky Sect was shocked. He had originally assumed the intelligence from Heaven Dou City was false; after all, he had never seen a Spirit Douluo over one hundred and fifty years old.

"Tang Wenjing, I'm going to lose my mind!"

"Your Clear Sky Sect started as a place for blacksmiths, brought up by Tang Chen—what right do you have to shout and scream here in the Pope Palace?!"

"It hasn't been many years since we last met, yet while your cultivation hasn't improved much, your thick skin is starting to rival the walls of my Spirit Hall!"

"If you want to reason, we'll listen; if you want to play dirty, forget it!"

Qian Yufeng unleashed a barrage of irritable outbursts, and the atmosphere in the Pope Palace instantly fell silent.

As expected of Second Granduncle! Qian Xunji praised him in his heart, the corners of his mouth beginning to twitch as he struggled to suppress a smile.

"What's the matter? Don't say I'm bullying the young. You came to this Spirit Hall—did you even put the Pope in your eyes?!"

"Even if Tang Chen himself were here, he would still have to respectfully address my grandson as Pope!"

"With little ability but such a big temper, is this how he taught you to manage the sect?!"

"Are you mute? Where did that energy from just a moment ago go? Bring it out!"

Qian Yufeng immediately seized the moral high ground and began pointing fingers.

Did you really think there was no one in Spirit Hall who could handle you? My bottom line for civility is extremely flexible.

He watched the four men opposite him, waiting to see how they would answer his words.

Tang Wenjing, Tang Wenguang, and Tang Wening all turned beet red, their robust bodies trembling slightly; it was clear they had never encountered such criticism before.

All three of them were of a certain age, and whether they were inside the sect or out handling affairs, who didn't have to address them as "Elder Tang"?

Watching the three of them being scolded until they were red-faced, Qian Xunji felt even more satisfied.

The displeasure he had felt earlier had completely dissipated.

It really had to be his Second Granduncle; this assist was invincible!

"Elder Qian, how can you belittle my Clear Sky Sect like this?!"

"You are simply failing to act with the dignity of your age!"

Tang Wenjing held it in for a long time, only managing to spit out those two sentences.

"Oh, so you do know what it means to fail to act with the dignity of your age!" Qian Yufeng said indifferently. "Then why did you forget it when you were speaking with the Pope?"

"Tang Chen is a genius when it comes to cultivation, but in terms of management, he is an absolute mess. His disciples don't have a shred of basic manners."

"I hope there is at least one well-mannered child among the juniors of your Clear Sky Sect, lest people laugh at you when word gets out!"

After finishing, he watched their angry expressions and continued:

"I have long heard that your Clear Sky Sect disciples are arrogant and overbearing when out in the world, looking down on everyone. I could guess with my toes that this incident was caused by your disciples provoking trouble first, forcing our personnel to take action."

"Don't be in such a hurry to refute; after all, this is your sect's habitual bad habit."

"I'm just puzzled—how did Tang Chen manage to stand out from such a group of people?"

Good heavens, this had once again poked them right in the lungs.

Qian Xunji was so satisfied he wished he could record this scene.

Qian Yufeng's performance this time vividly described what it meant to say:

Your elder is still your elder!

No, that's not right—your second granduncle is still your second granduncle!