Just after walking out of the Pope Palace, he ran into Qian Daoliu coming toward him.
A six-year-old girl followed timidly at his side.
Seeing that Qian Xunji wasn't in his office handling files from the various regions and doing his work in broad daylight, but was instead slacking off, Qian Daoliu couldn't help lecturing him.
"Ji'er, where are you going?"
"Have you finished handling the files sent in by the regional bishops?"
"Every day, all you do is..."
At that, Qian Xunji furrowed his brow.
Ji'er? What kind of garbage nickname was that? It sounded awful.
Though it was somewhat disrespectful, Qian Daoliu ought to call him "Brother Ji." Now that was a pleasant name.
"So annoying. So long-winded." Facing Qian Daoliu's endless nagging, Qian Xunji wore an impatient expression and complained inwardly.
Seeing Qian Xunji looking so impatient, Qian Daoliu snapped angrily, "Are you even listening to your father?"
"If you have something to say, say it. If not, don't waste my time." Qian Xunji replied coldly, his tone full of impatience.
His time was precious.
He had to race against the clock: head to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to seize its opportunities, then enter the Slaughter City dungeon to obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain, and undergo the Asura God Trial.
He had to pass the Asura God Trial and inherit the Asura God Position before Tang San was born.
Once he successfully inherited the Asura God Position, whether it was Rakshasa God Bibi Dong or Sea God Tang San, they'd be nothing but targets waiting to be skewered.
Qian Daoliu was stunned.
Was this his Ji'er?
Since when had he started talking so boldly?
Had the truth he'd told him some time ago—that he was the least talented person in the Qian Clan—shaken him?
He'd only just become the Pope and held power for a few days, and already he dared to speak to him this way?
Had his wings grown strong, or did he think he was all grown up and that his father could no longer pull out a whip and beat him like he used to when he was a child?
Qian Daoliu pointed at Bibi Dong and looked toward Qian Xunji as he introduced her. "This is Bibi Dong. She has Twin Martial Souls and is a genius with Innate Full Soul Power."
"I intend to have her become your disciple."
"I refuse to teach someone who possesses an Evil Martial Soul." Qian Xunji replied coldly with a look of disdain, his voice laced with anger anyone could plainly feel.
Who, besides a lovesick simp blinded by lust, would want to be Bibi Dong's master? What normal man would?
She was a love-struck fool, an ungrateful wretch, emotionally unstable and extreme in her thinking. She blamed heaven and earth and everyone under the sun, but never herself. Why should a law-abiding citizen like him have to educate her?
He'd rather teach Tang San than Bibi Dong.
At least Tang San had given Yu Xiaogang a Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma, helping him break through the bottleneck at level 29 and advance from Soul Grandmaster to Soul Elder.
And what had Bibi Dong done? For the sake of so-called love, she'd betrayed Spirit Hall, which had raised her, and eloped with that useless Yu Xiaogang.
If Bibi Dong had been even half as drawn to strength as her disciple Hu Liena, she wouldn't have made such a clown of herself.
If Qian Daoliu weren't protecting Bibi Dong right now, Qian Xunji could've sent her straight into the cycle of reincarnation with one kick.
"Ji'er, even if you don't want to, there's no need to be so harsh. Look, you've made the child cry." Seeing Bibi Dong silently shed tears, Qian Daoliu reprimanded Qian Xunji.
"Hmph. She's not my daughter. What does her crying have to do with me?" Qian Xunji snorted, his tone harsh and unkind.
He didn't spare that ungrateful wretch Bibi Dong even a glance.
Want him to be nice to Bibi Dong? Dream on. Anything was possible in a dream.
Faced with Qian Xunji's cold, harsh words, Bibi Dong burst into tears. "You mean uncle!"
She didn't know why the uncle before her, whose presence made her uncomfortable, was directing such intense malice toward her.
She only knew she'd been wronged, and when that happened, she had to cry.
A crying child got the milk. That was one of the few truths she knew.
At the sound of her sobbing, Qian Daoliu glared viciously at Qian Xunji, then bent down and comfortingly stroked Bibi Dong's head.
"Dong'er, don't cry..."
Qian Xunji lowered his gaze and looked down at Qian Daoliu soothing Bibi Dong. He sneered inwardly. Go on, spoil her. Just wait—you'll get what's coming to you.
More than ten years later, if Bibi Dong angered Qian Daoliu into becoming bedridden, he would personally play him a "Requiem."
If she angered him to death outright, then he'd hire a rock band and a bunch of expert clubbers to sing karaoke and dance on his grave around the clock, so he wouldn't know peace even after he died.
There was no helping it. Because of Qian Daoliu's idiotic actions in the original story, Qian Xunji—who had transmigrated into his body—couldn't stand him.
All he felt was loathing and disgust.
If he weren't too weak to beat Qian Daoliu, he'd want to treat him the way Er Feng had treated Li Yuan.
He'd keep him under house arrest and use him as a stud, breeding a whole brood of descendants with Angel Spirits.
"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving." Qian Xunji withdrew his disdainful gaze and spoke coldly, looking both impatient and distant.
The confidence that let him disregard Qian Daoliu came from the thirty-minute Quasi-God cultivation trial card the system had given him.
If he wanted to leave, Qian Daoliu couldn't stop him.
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji with displeasure and asked in an equally displeased tone, "Where are you going?"
"Out to find a Pope's wife. I'll try to get married and have a child within three years."
"I have no interest in raising someone else's child myself."
Qian Xunji casually made up a few excuses to fob Qian Daoliu off, then started walking again.
He strode away with the Eight Directions Proper Step, carefree and dashing.
Whether the world behind him descended into chaos was none of his concern.
As for that ungrateful wretch Bibi Dong, whether Qian Daoliu wanted to raise her was his business.
As long as she didn't come bother him, they could each go their own way in peace.
Whether the story's later events followed the original plot was irrelevant. As long as those fools and their foolish business didn't bother him, he didn't care. Let things take their course.
Qian Xunji: I'm focused on becoming a god. I'll shut out the world and work hard to cultivate and increase my strength, striving to become a god and take my place as God King as soon as possible.
Behind him, Qian Daoliu watched Qian Xunji's resolute retreating figure. He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.
He wanted to stop Qian Xunji from going out and make him stay obediently in the Pope Palace, handling the files sent in from all over.
Did he not want to hold a grandchild soon?
That old friend Tang Chen was always using Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and Tang Yuehua to get under his skin.
Tang Chen: Qian Daoliu, I already have grandchildren. How come you still don't? Look at my obedient grandson Tang Hao, with his Innate Full Soul Power and extraordinary talent. Jealous?
At least this time, the promise Qian Xunji had made him was something he could accept.
Qian Daoliu: Once I have grandchildren, I'll take them right in front of Tang Chen and show them off, rubbing his face in it.
As for what to do about Bibi Dong now, he was at a loss.
Just as Qian Xunji had said, Bibi Dong possessed an Evil Martial Soul.
As the wielder of a sacred, light-aligned Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, he really wasn't suited to teach her how to cultivate.
But he couldn't trust anyone else to teach a genius with Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Top-Tier Spider Emperor Beast Martial Souls.
If her lessons progressed from cultivation to the bed, and, a century later, Qian Xunji still hadn't cultivated to Limit Douluo and inherited the position of High Priest of the Angel God, she might threaten the Qian Clan's rule within Spirit Hall.
So Qian Daoliu could only return to being a single father and raise Bibi Dong himself.
As for cultivating her Martial Soul, he would have Ghost Leopard Douluo, whose Martial Soul had relatively similar attributes, teach her.
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