Qian Daoliu, "Propriety forbids attacking the bereaved, and righteousness forbids disturbing the auspicious."

"Father..."

Having said this, Qian Daoliu lifted his feet and walked toward the outside of the hall.

Seeing this, Qian Xunji hurriedly followed, wanting to say something more, but a single sentence from Qian Daoliu blocked him completely: "Stay in Martial Soul City and don't run around."

"If you go to a place like that, it will be all for nothing."

Qian Xunji, "..."

Although what he said made perfect sense, why did he feel like he had just taken ten thousand points of critical damage?

Ignoring Qian Xunji's wild thoughts, Qian Daoliu's figure soon vanished from his sight.

However.

Neither the departing Qian Daoliu nor Qian Xunji, who remained at the Angel Temple, noticed!

Deep within the lowered eyelids of the Angel Statue that Qian Daoliu had been facing earlier, a faint, blood-red light seemed to flicker.

It was as fast as a reflection, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

Then, it returned to normal.

As if nothing had ever happened...

At the gates of the Seven Kill Sect.

The news of Chen Fan's public marriage proposal had already spread throughout the entire Seven Kill Sect, and brand-new red silk had been hung on both sides of the main road leading up to the sect.

Although it was called a "marriage proposal," everyone inside the sect knew that this was more of a declaration!

The Seven Kill Sect was reopening its gates!

Generally speaking, once a sect that has lived in seclusion emerges, it must inevitably engage in an earth-shattering battle to announce its presence to the world.

But.

The two great empires were currently in a state of peace, and Martial Soul Hall was only concerned with tracking down a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, leaving no opportunity to stir up trouble.

Therefore.

Using a public marriage proposal as a pretext was acceptable.

Of course.

This method used by the Seven Kill Sect was not something everyone could imitate.

After all, this reputation was earned by Chen Jianjun, who had used his sword to slay two Title Douluo, announcing his power to the world.

Otherwise, how could so many people have come?

These people might not have come to participate in the marriage proposal, but they had certainly come to probe the true strength of the Seven Kill Sect!

At this moment.

Chen Jianjun was standing on the stone steps in front of the gate, watching several elders direct the disciples in setting up the venue.

He was in a very good mood; the sense of clarity brought about by his Martial Soul Evolution had made him feel much more relaxed, and even the lines on his face were a few degrees softer than usual.

Just then.

An extremely faint, yet spine-chilling aura slowly spread from outside the mountain gate.

Chen Jianjun's brows furrowed sharply.

He turned around, his gaze passing through layers of tree shadows and the mountain path, looking toward the small trail outside the gate. He instantly locked onto a figure standing with hands behind his back, seemingly watching him from several hundred meters away.

"Grand Sect Master?"

The First Elder beside him noticed his abnormality and couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

"A guest has arrived."

Chen Jianjun said calmly, then stepped toward the gate.

The First Elder was stunned and hurriedly followed.

Outside the gate.

A figure in a simple gray robe with long black hair draped behind him stood still, as if waiting for something.

Chen Jianjun's figure soon appeared in his field of vision.

"This..."

The First Elder of the Seven Kill Sect, following behind Chen Jianjun, looked at the gray-robed figure with suspicion and a hint of trepidation.

He did not recognize this person, and the other party had no fluctuations of Soul Power, yet the pressure he exerted far exceeded that of Chen Xin, a Title Douluo...

"Qian Daoliu?"

This gray-robed figure was none other than Qian Daoliu, who had rushed over from Martial Soul City!

Hearing Chen Jianjun speak, Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, then gave a small bow, "Chen Jianjun, I have long admired your reputation!"

Chen Jianjun's age was similar to that of Golden Crocodile Douluo. More than seventy years ago, he was also a famous figure in the soul master world, a titan of his generation.

It was only later, with the rise of up-and-comers like Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen, that they gradually faded into seclusion.

Compared to Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Daoliu was a generation younger, appearing about thirty years his junior; thus, compared to Chen Jianjun, who was of the same generation as Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Daoliu was considered a junior.

"Qian, Qian Daoliu?"

Hearing this, the First Elder of the Seven Kill Sect widened his eyes in shock, drawing a sharp breath that nearly caused him to lose his footing.

A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree.

During the time Qian Daoliu served as the Adjudicator Elder of Martial Soul Hall, his hands were stained with countless blood; he was a notorious executioner throughout the entire Spirit Master world.

In this era, anyone with even a modicum of ability had undoubtedly heard his name!

"You should return and preside over the proceedings first."

"Yes, yes..."

Standing face-to-face with such an executioner made the First Elder of the Seven Kill Sect tremble with fear. Upon hearing Chen Jianjun's words, he felt as if he had been granted an amnesty and hurriedly fled.

Standing face-to-face with Qian Daoliu was no less stressful than standing face-to-face with Hitler or the "Human Butcher" Bai Qi.

"Qian Daoliu, are you here to wreck the place?"

Chen Jianjun stopped five meters away from him, looked him up and down for a moment, and spoke slowly.

At a time like this, besides that, Chen Jianjun could not think of any other reason for Qian Daoliu to have run over here.

"No."

To his surprise, Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly. "Propriety dictates one does not attack during a funeral, and righteousness dictates one does not disturb a celebration."

"Your sect is currently discussing a marriage alliance; I would not do such a thing."

Although Qian Daoliu was an executioner, this did not conflict with him being the highest moral model in the first Douluo era.

An executioner refers to one who has killed many; it does not mean that one cannot kill just because their moral standards are high.

In a fantasy world, it is impossible to become a Title Douluo without having blood on one's hands, let alone becoming a Peerless Douluo.

"Then what is this about..."

"The entire continent is currently spreading the news that you slew two Title Douluos of the Dai Family with three sword strikes. It would be difficult for me not to know."

"And so?"

Chen Jianjun raised an eyebrow. "You traveled all the way from Martial Soul City just to tell me this?"

"Not exactly."

Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly. "I am simply quite curious: how did your Martial Soul Evolution occur?"

"I recall that half a month ago, you had only just broken through to level ninety-seven."

"Even with a Martial Soul Evolution, it is impossible to jump two levels in such a short time."

Chen Jianjun shrugged. "Believe it or not, that is up to you."

"If today were not an inopportune time, I would have liked to exchange pointers on your swordsmanship."

Qian Daoliu glanced at the red silk hanging everywhere in the distance, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "...You are certainly pragmatic."

He did not refuse, however.

Because he was also quite curious about Chen Jianjun's strength.

Currently, apart from Tang Chen and Bo Saixi, Chen Jianjun was the only other person he had met who was also a Peerless Douluo.

Moreover, he was a completely newly promoted Peerless Douluo.

"In that case, shall we schedule a battle for a month from now?"

"As you wish."

Chen Jianjun waved his hand, his tone casual. "But I will say this in advance: if I am still busy when the time comes, you can just wait at the foot of the mountain."

Qian Daoliu, "..."

He looked at Chen Jianjun, but did not get angry; he merely narrowed his eyes slightly. "Very well."