Beating Up Qian Xunji, The Pope's Seat Is Mine

Spirit City, Worship Hall.

A fifty-meter-tall projection of a Twelve-Winged Seraphim shrouded the entire grand hall. The projection was made entirely of interwoven golden-red light and flames, its right hand loosely grasping a semi-solid flame.

At the center of the projection was a handsome twenty-year-old young man.

Qian Mochen opened his eyes, and the Twelve-Winged Seraphim martial soul around his body quietly sank back into him. Sensing the surging Soul Power within his body, Qian Mochen wore a smile on his face.

After three months of closed-door cultivation, his Soul Power successfully broke through to level ninety-one, and in the Douluo Continent where the Tang God King had yet to cross over, he could finally walk sideways without fear.

Qian Mochen's past life was from that Blue Star, where he was an ordinary wage slave. During an outing, he directly hit the jackpot on the road; yes, that was the dozen-ton-loaded heavy truck.

Upon waking up, Qian Mochen found himself becoming the youngest son of Qian Daoliu, who did not exist in the original work, twenty years younger than Qian Xunji.

Stepping out of the Worship Hall, Qian Mochen beckoned and called a soul master over.

"In the three months I was in seclusion, what happened in Spirit Hall?"

"Your Highness, the Holy Maiden seems to have taken a fancy to a fellow named Yu Xiaogang, and lately she has gotten into several arguments with His Holiness the Pope."

"I heard that Her Highness the Holy Maiden just stormed off toward the Pope Hall looking furious."

Hearing this, Qian Mochen's expression changed. His martial soul flashed behind him, and his entire body turned into a streak of lightning, rapidly rushing toward the Pope Hall at the foot of the mountain.

Big brother, oh big brother, little brother has always reminded you to pay attention to Bibi Dong's upbringing. As a result, even though you promised well, you still actually got your house broken into by Gangzi, that yellow-haired punk.

Following the plot progression, wouldn't this immediately be the Chamber Douluo incident?

Just as Qian Mochen rushed outside the Pope Hall, he heard Qian Xunji's furious roar from inside.

"No, I don't agree!"

It seemed he still had time. Qian Mochen pushed the hall doors open a crack and flashed into the Pope Hall.

With his current strength as a Titled Douluo, Qian Xunji, who was only at level eighty-eight, and Bibi Dong, who had even lower strength, completely failed to notice that an extra person had entered the grand hall.

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with tears, a flush of red lingering at the corners of her eyes. Even facing Qian Xunji's opposition, she still stubbornly raised her head and questioned, "Master, why? Xiaogang and I are truly in love!"

"Can't you just grant us your blessing? Xiaogang and I will be grateful to you for a lifetime!"

Hearing such a shocking answer, Qian Xunji was practically almost angered to laughter.

If the person Bibi Dong liked was a genius soul master, Qian Xunji wouldn't have said much.

However, that was Yu Xiaogang, known to everyone in the world as a piece of trash with an Innate Soul Power of only level 0.5, unable to ever break through level thirty in his entire life!

The Holy Maiden held in the palm of Spirit Hall's hand was actually deceived by a piece of trash from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. If this spread out, wouldn't Spirit Hall be laughed to death by all soul masters under heaven?

"A piece of trash who can't break through level thirty—if he encounters danger, what will he use to resist?"

"I can protect Xiaogang!"

Noticing Qian Xunji's attitude, Bibi Dong grew increasingly resentful in her heart. Acting on impulse, her true thoughts blurted out directly.

"Master, if you don't agree, I will quit Spirit Hall and run away to the ends of the earth with Xiaogang!"

The hand inside Qian Xunji's sleeve clenched tightly, his bones grinding together to produce harsh cracking sounds.

Rebellious disciple!

Truly a rebellious disciple!

How many precious resources has my Spirit Hall poured into you? What is there that you don't have? And now, you're actually going to betray Spirit Hall just for a piece of trash you've known for two short months?

A twin-martial-souled individual who is disloyal and disaffected with Spirit Hall must absolutely not be let go!

Since you won't listen to reason, then...

A thought suddenly flashed through Qian Xunji's mind.

She thinks that piece of trash is her true love? Well, if Bibi Dong was no longer a maiden, would she still have the face to follow that piece of trash?

Bibi Dong did not notice that the look in Qian Xunji's eyes toward her had changed. She was still recounting the earth-shattering romance between her and Yu Xiaogang, trying to persuade her mentor.

Qian Xunji instantly appeared in front of Bibi Dong, striking her unconscious with a single palm strike. Sealing Bibi Dong's Soul Power, just as he was about to grab her and take her to the secret chamber beneath the Pope Hall, a lazy voice sounded behind him.

"Big brother, what are you trying to do?"

"Mochen?"

Qian Xunji was already accustomed to his little brother's elusive appearances. He pointed at the fallen Bibi Dong on the ground, his tone indifferent as if the person on the ground was his enemy.

"You must have heard everything just now. This woman doesn't know what's good for her and wants to betray my Spirit Hall."

"So, you plan to make use of waste, and have her bear a talented child for you?"

Having his thoughts exposed by Qian Mochen, a trace of awkwardness flashed across Qian Xunji's face as he justified his idea.

Such powerful talent as twin martial souls must be kept within his Spirit Hall!

"Big brother, you're too stupid!"

"Do you really think that by forcing Bibi Dong to conceive your child, she won't hate Spirit Hall even more?"

"In the future, the child between you and her will be her lifelong humiliation. She can't hurt you, but can't she take it out on the child?"

"With me here, she wouldn't dare!"

These words sounded domineering, but the crucial point was that a few years from now, big brother, you would be instantly killed by someone playing with a hammer.

"Since this path with Bibi Dong won't work, can't we simply deal with a piece of trash from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"

"Arrange some people to help that piece of trash wake up, or just kill and cripple him outright. What of it?"

Qian Xunji paused for a moment, a trace of hesitation on his face. "However, that piece of trash is after all the eldest son of that old dragon."

Qian Mochen was speechless. "A piece of trash who just broke through level ninety—even if I went alone, I could trample the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect flat!"

"Well... it seems what little brother said makes sense."

Qian Xunji replied sheepishly. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a Twelve-Winged Seraphim martial soul flickering behind Qian Mochen, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Little brother, what are you trying to do?"

"Big brother, your head isn't clear; it definitely has too much water in it. Little brother will help you pour some out!"

"No need!"

Qian Xunji turned and ran. Qian Mochen sneered as his fourth soul ring skill, Holy Light Cage, activated, and a six-pointed flame barrier instantly imprisoned Qian Xunji.

Qian Mochen sent Qian Xunji flying with a single punch, conveniently sealing Qian Xunji's mouth with Soul Power to choke off the screams that threatened to burst forth.

Inside the Pope Hall, the sound of silent beatings continued incessantly.

A moment later, the doors of the Pope Hall opened. A refreshed Qian Mochen and a bruised and battered Qian Xunji just walked out when they saw an old man standing at the main entrance.

"Father." ×2

Qian Daoliu directly ignored Qian Xunji and looked toward his youngest son.

"Mochen, what do you plan to do next?"

"Big brother plays this Pope role too poorly. Starting today, the Pope's seat is mine to sit in!"

"Father, if you have nothing to do lately, you can beat big brother up more often. Afterward, big brother can just serve as a lucky mascot."

"Very well." In just a few words, the father and son decided Qian Xunji's future.

"Then what about Bibi Dong?" Qian Daoliu asked again.