Hosts and Guests Alike Delighted

"Come in."

The wealthy merchant pushed open the door and respectfully presented a storage device. "Your Highness, all the heavenly treasures and Gold Soul Coins exchanged this time are inside. Based on market prices, we earned thirty-two million Gold Soul Coins."

"You handled things well today. This Yellow Essence Grass is your reward."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The wealthy merchant bowed gratefully and withdrew. Only Qian Mochen and Qian Daoliu, father and son, remained in the room.

"You called me here just to intimidate that old dragon?"

"Father, those people actually wanted to snatch our people on your turf. If you didn't show yourself, they'd think Spirit Hall had no one left."

Qian Mochen played with the storage device in his hand. He needed to figure out how to make the best use of this unexpected fortune.

Right, there was also a treasure land waiting for him.

"Father, after my eldest brother gets married, let him out for a few days to help me handle the affairs of the Hall."

"Where are you planning to run off and fool around this time?"

Qian Mochen looked utterly innocent. "Father, I'm doing this for the Qian Family and Spirit Hall."

"I know of a treasure land where the immortal herbs can help Eldest Brother break through to Titled Douluo within a year. His martial soul might even evolve once more."

"Really?"

"Father, look into my eyes. What do you see?"

"You didn't wipe the gunk from your eyes clean."

Qian Mochen nearly planted his face on the floor. He spoke solemnly, "Sincerity! Pure, overflowing sincerity!"

"Think about it. If Eldest Brother's martial soul evolves, won't your grandsons and granddaughters be ahead from the moment they're born?"

"When the time comes, the Qian Family will have more than a dozen Titled Douluo whenever we step outside. Wouldn't that be a beautiful sight?"

Qian Daoliu looked at his younger son as though he were an idiot. What did the Qian Family need so many Titled Douluo for? If the need truly arose, Qian Daoliu alone could suppress the entire continent in an instant.

Qian Daoliu's greatest wish was for one of his descendants to possess the talent to undertake the Angel Nine Trials.

"Fine. I'll let your eldest brother out for a few days. If you return without bringing me something satisfactory, I'll let you taste my personally made bamboo shoot stir-fry with meat!"

Qian Daoliu's meaning was clear: he had swallowed Qian Mochen's grand promises, but if they did not materialize in the end, he should not blame the old man's cane for being too fast.

"Don't worry, Father. Just wait and see!"

Seeing that the time was about right, Qian Daoliu headed to the wedding venue. Qian Mochen, meanwhile, hid among the guests with Bibi Dong, watching his eldest brother's wedding ceremony with his ten sisters-in-law. He was even holding a handful of sunflower seeds he had somehow scavenged, cracking them with great enthusiasm.

"Your eldest brother is getting married. Aren't you going to show yourself?"

"I already gave out all the arrangements, and I checked them several times yesterday. What, you can't stand seeing me rest?"

"You? Rest?" Bibi Dong gave a dry laugh. "Even pigs are probably more tired than you!"

"I've been constantly thinking about Spirit Hall's future. Mental labor is far more exhausting!"

Qian Mochen spoke with perfect confidence as his gaze swept through the guests. He soon spotted the Clear Sky Sect group in a corner. After taking a closer look, he quickly recognized the younger Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.

"Tang Hao and Tang Xiao look like they've only just broken through to Soul Sage. That means Ah Yin in the Blue Silver Forest probably hasn't emerged yet."

Qian Mochen glanced at Bibi Dong beside him and nodded unconsciously.

"If things follow the normal timeline, Bibi Dong should still be in the secret chamber nursing her pregnancy. Qian Xunji still has several years before breaking through to Titled Douluo, then giving Tang Hao another achievement to his name."

The innocent Ah Yin and the Tang Hao-Tang Xiao brothers' love triangle—if all three ended up heartbroken, they would surely provide him with a massive amount of Emotion Points.

Make a note of it. Write it down in the little notebook!

Once he got Gangzi's four kills, he would arrange matters for Ah Yin and the Tang Clan brothers.

"What did that look you gave me just now mean?"

Qian Mochen had not expected Bibi Dong to be so sharp. He had merely glanced at her, yet she had noticed.

"After my eldest brother's wedding is over, I'll give you a few days off. Want them?"

"You'd be that kind?" Bibi Dong studied Qian Mochen with deep suspicion.

"Hmph. Forget it if you don't want them."

"I do. Why wouldn't I? I deserve them!"

After chatting for a few more moments, the wedding officially began.

Qian Xunji led his ten wives to the end of the red carpet. Qian Daoliu quietly appeared in the seat of honor, smiling as he looked at his daughters-in-law.

"Father, please have some tea!" ×10

The ten brides raised their cups of tea together.

"Good, good!"

Qian Daoliu happily took a sip from each cup.

The master of ceremonies proceeded to announce the next ritual. Yet the moment many of the guests present saw Qian Daoliu reveal himself, their expressions changed.

"How is that old bastard Qian Daoliu still alive?!"

"Damn it! That old bastard hasn't appeared for over thirty years, yet his life force is still so abundant!"

The Upper Three Sects recognized Qian Daoliu at a glance: the previous Pope, an invincible existence among Titled Douluo.

They had originally believed Spirit Hall's foundations were roughly comparable to their own sects. But from this moment onward, they had to alter their strategies.

Until Qian Daoliu died, their sects had to avoid conflict with Spirit Hall.

At the Clear Sky Sect table, Tang Xiaotian's pupils sharply contracted the moment he saw Qian Daoliu. His stern warning flew into the ears of his younger brother and sons.

"Remember this. When members of the Clear Sky Sect go out to train in the future, you are absolutely not to come to Spirit City and cause trouble!"

"Big Brother, why?"

"That's right, Father. Our Clear Sky Sect has the number one tool martial soul in the world. Who on this continent could possibly be our opponent?"

"Shut up, all of you!"

Tang Xiaotian's cold gaze swept across everyone else at the table. He thought that he had been far too lenient with his younger brother and sons. Once they left Spirit City, he would find a place to give this bunch of arrogant fools a proper beating.

"Qian Daoliu and my father—your grandfather, Tang Chen—are both rank ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo! Before Father left to seek traces of the gods, he once said that a single Ultimate Douluo was enough to suppress a hundred ordinary Titled Douluo."

"Can the Clear Sky Sect produce a hundred Titled Douluo?"

"Then, Big Brother, does that mean the Clear Sky Sect will have to avoid Spirit Hall in the future?" The Seventh Elder thought of how the imposing Clear Sky Sect disciples of the future would have to restrain themselves and felt unwilling to accept it.

"Not necessarily. Father said that he and Qian Daoliu had an agreement. As for the grudges between the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu will not personally intervene unless he defeats Father first."

At those words, everyone let out a breath of relief.

Three days after Qian Xunji's wedding ended, Qian Mochen dragged Qian Xunji out of his blissful marital life and planted him in the Pope's seat.

"Eldest Brother, I'll have to trouble you for a while. Your little brother is going out for a trip and will be back soon."

Before Qian Xunji could even react, Qian Mochen had already vanished without a trace.

"Bibi Dong, come on. I'm taking you out to have some fun!"