Qian Yufeng and the two maidservants spent another three days returning to Spirit City.
Looking at the towering Spirit City ahead, he felt the comforting ease of coming home.
When they reached the city gates, naturally, no one dared stop them.
The guards here treated Second Grand Uncle more warmly than their own old man.
Every time Second Grand Uncle left the city, the guards would receive an extra ten to twenty Gold Soul Coins.
He would also say, "You've worked hard. After your shift, go get some drinks and food with the brothers. If anyone asks, say Second Grand Uncle gave it to you."
What guard wouldn't recognize such a generous Second Grand Uncle?
Qian Lingxin and Qian Lingsu were already used to it. Within Spirit City, the family head was seen as a kind and benevolent elder who cared for the younger generation.
His only flaw was that he always came home empty-handed from fishing.
Before entering the city, a guard said, "Sir, people from the Clear Sky Sect have arrived. It seems one of their high-ranking Deacons got into a conflict with one of our disciples, and then they started fighting..."
Qian Yufeng smiled. "Good lad, very good. Your Second Grand Uncle will remember you. See you next time!"
With that, he led the two women toward the Pope Palace with a cheerful smile.
Clear Sky Sect—what a coincidence.
They had actually come knocking on the door themselves. They were surely in the wrong in this matter, but Tang Chen was still guarding their sect. That was where their confidence came from.
Tang Chen had devoted himself to secluded cultivation, hoping to break through that final shackle through his own strength. Sect affairs had been handed over to several elders.
Qian Yufeng guessed that Tang Chen would probably leave in search of a God Test within the next two years.
Though he wore a smile on his face, his mood had long since darkened.
Ever since he and Qian Daoliu had stopped managing affairs, these sects had really begun pushing their luck.
Wasn't this obviously trying to make things difficult for Qian Xunji, the new Pope?
No wonder Qian Xunji hated them with such gritted teeth.
Before, he had simply been too lazy to deal with them. But now, things were different.
He had returned to Spirit Hall specifically to solve his great grandson's problems. Wasn't the Clear Sky Sect walking straight into the line of fire?!
Soon, the three of them arrived at the square before the Pope Palace.
"Ling Xin, Ling Su, go back first. I'm going to see the Pope."
"Lunch will still be four dishes and a soup. Wait for me to return before eating."
After saying that, Qian Yufeng headed straight into the Pope Palace.
The knights guarding the Pope Palace naturally recognized Qian Yufeng.
"Shh, don't make a sound. Let me hear what they're saying first."
Qian Yufeng placed a finger before his lips, signaling the two knights not to announce his arrival.
He stood quietly outside the door and began listening to the argument inside the Pope Palace.
"Pope, regarding this conflict..."
"The course of events is already clear. What right does your Clear Sky Sect have to come to Spirit Hall..."
"What do you mean, our..."
"This is simply outrageous..."
"..." Qian Yufeng had not expected the quarrel inside to be so fierce.
The only people capable of driving Qian Xunji to curse aloud were those overbearing and unreasonable fellows from the Clear Sky Sect.
If not for the friendship between his father, Qian Daoliu, and Sect Master Tang Chen, he would have wanted to throw these people out long ago.
The people who had come were among the older members of the Clear Sky Sect, and they had contributed quite a bit to the cooperation between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect.
But these fellows relied on their age and seniority, displaying the words "shameless" to their fullest extent.
They had truly gone too far!
Though he was not good at verbal battles, Second Granduncle had taught him: argue however you like; just imagine the other party is the person you hate most. But when facing someone older than yourself—excluding me—use words like "old bastard" as often as possible.
Still, he had underestimated just how thick their skins were...
After listening outside for a while, Qian Yufeng sighed inwardly. This great grandson is still too polite. I'll have to handle this myself.
So, he adjusted his clothes and pushed the door open, walking straight inside.
"Damn!"
"You people from the Clear Sky Sect have certainly grown bold, shouting and making a scene in the Pope Palace! What kind of behavior is this?!"
The moment Qian Yufeng opened his mouth, he unleashed some old-fashioned national profanity.
He swiftly sized up the four members of the Clear Sky Sect and recognized 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 no easy task.
"This..." The Great Elder of the Clear Sky Sect was stunned. He had originally thought the information from Heaven Dou City was false, since he had never seen a Soul Douluo who was a Soul Master over one hundred and fifty years old.
"Tang Wenjing, damn it all!"
"Your Clear Sky Sect came from a bunch of blacksmiths, and Tang Chen was the one who built it into a sect. What right do you have to shout and make a scene in this Pope Palace?!"
"It has only been a few years since we last met. Your cultivation hasn't improved much, but your skin is nearly thicker than Spirit Hall's city walls!"
"If you want to reason things out, we'll listen. If you want to play dirty, no chance!"
Qian Yufeng's furious barrage instantly silenced the Pope Palace.
As expected of Second Granduncle! Qian Xunji praised inwardly, barely able to suppress the upward curl of his lips.
"What? Don't say I'm bullying the young. Since you came to Spirit Hall, have you shown the Pope even the slightest respect?!"
"Even if Tang Chen himself came, he would still have to respectfully address my great grandson as Pope!"
"You have little ability but quite the temper. Is this how he taught you to manage your sect?!"
"Gone mute? Where's that fire you had just now? Bring it out!"
Qian Yufeng immediately seized the moral high ground and began pointing fingers.
Did they really think no one in Spirit Hall could deal with them? His bottom line for manners was extremely flexible.
He looked at the four of them, waiting to see how they would answer him.
Tang Wenjing, Tang Wenguang, and Tang Wening turned red in the face. Their powerful bodies trembled slightly, clearly unused to receiving such criticism.
The three of them were already advanced in years, whether within their sect or while handling matters outside.
Whoever saw them would have to address them as Elder Tang!
Watching the three get scolded until their faces turned red, Qian Xunji felt even better.
The displeasure in his heart had completely vanished.
It had to be his second granduncle. This assist was unbeatable!
"Elder Qian, how can you disparage our Clear Sky Sect like this?!"
"You are simply disrespecting your elders!"
Tang Wenjing held it in for a long time before managing only those two sentences.
"Oh, so you know what it means to disrespect your elders," Qian Yufeng said blandly. "Then why did you forget that when speaking with the Pope?"
"Tang Chen is a genius in cultivation, but when it comes to management, he is an absolute mess. His disciples do not possess even basic manners."
"I hope the younger generation of your Clear Sky Sect has at least one child who understands courtesy and propriety, lest people laugh when they hear of you!"
After saying that, he looked at their furious expressions and continued:
"I've long heard that your Clear Sky Sect disciples are extremely overbearing outside, treating no one with any regard. I could guess what happened this time with my toes—it was your disciples who started the trouble, forcing our people to take action."
"Don't rush to deny it. After all, this has always been a bad habit of your sect."
"I'm truly curious—how did Tang Chen stand out from a group like this?"
Good heavens, that jab struck them right in the lungs again.
Qian Xunji was thrilled. He wished he could record this entire scene.
Qian Yufeng's performance vividly illustrated one thing:
Your grandpa is still your grandpa!
No, your Second Grand Uncle is still your Second Grand Uncle!
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