Brother, It Is Time for Your Performance

"Number one, Truth-Piercing Eye!"

"Number two, Mystic Crystal Sharp-Edge Hand!"

"Number three, Truth-Piercing Eye!"

Half a day of testing quickly passed, and the suitable cultivation techniques for each disciple were filtered out.

Bibi Dong had people deliver the prepared, detailed cultivation techniques into the hands of the disciples who possessed the aptitude.

The teams participating in the finals had not been selected yet, so the next month would be the probationary period set by Qian Mochen.

Out of these disciples, the seven most suitable ones would be filtered out, and then a second set of cultivation techniques would be taught according to their traits.

Finally, the best of the best would be selected, and the third and fourth sets of cultivation techniques would be handed down.

The moment they got their hands on the cultivation techniques, everyone knew that the techniques in their hands were the greatest fortuitous opportunities they could ever touch.

Everyone practiced desperately, seizing every bit of time to improve their strength and welcome each day's test.

"Number seven, eliminated!"

"Number fourteen, eliminated!"

A month later, the participating teams were selected. According to everyone's situation, Bibi Dong distributed the second and third sets of cultivation techniques.

Looking at the squad in the arena fighting evenly matched against three Soul Emperors, Bibi Dong hooked the corner of her lips and bloomed with a breathtaking smile.

"Mo Chen, the team has finished assembling."

"Good!"

Qian Mochen suddenly raised his head and looked toward the peak of the mountain. A few seconds later, a powerful aura soared into the sky from the mountain peak.

"Dong'er, let's go, we're heading to the Worship Hall!"

Sensing the aura of the master of that presence, Qian Mochen put down the headache-inducing files in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Big brother has become a Titled Douluo!"

Since Qian Xunji had already become a Titled Douluo, she definitely had to step up her game.

Bibi Dong suddenly came up with an idea, leaned close to Qian Mochen's ear, and whispered softly.

Qian Mochen hesitated slightly, "This isn't very good, is it? Big brother just came out of seclusion. Besides..."

Bibi Dong saw right through Qian Mochen's thoughts at a glance, looked left and right, hugged Qian Mochen, and completely blocked off whatever else he was going to say.

A long while later, Qian Mochen said with a serious expression, "Dong'er, what you said makes sense! Big brother isn't even fifty years old yet, he's at the exact age to strive!"

At the Worship Hall, Qian Xunji had just emerged from seclusion and saw Qian Daoliu and Qian Mochen waiting outside the door. Nodding toward Bibi Dong behind Qian Mochen, Qian Xunji spoke with a joyful expression, "Father, little brother, I've succeeded!"

"Enough, becoming a Titled Douluo at this age, what is there to be proud of!" Qian Daoliu glanced at Qian Xunji, and after confirming he was fine, turned around to leave.

Qian Mochen hurriedly called out to his proud old man, "Dad, which soul beast should big brother choose for his ninth soul ring? Lend us your guidance!"

"Besides, the soul beasts raised in the back mountain are so powerful. Apart from you, who else can suppress them?"

"You want to slack off again?" Qian Daoliu exposed the trick in a single sentence.

Qian Mochen shook his head and quibbled, "Dad, in three more days, the finals of the High-Level Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament are going to start. Your son still has to arrange for all factions and do a good job with the security work for the soul duels."

"Besides, big brother is a Titled Douluo now, so by then we should call over a few of my Spirit Hall elders together to steady the stage!"

Knowing that if he kept talking, Qian Mochen would come up with some more crooked reasoning, Qian Daoliu simply couldn't be bothered to waste words with him any longer. He grabbed the collar of Qian Xunji's robe and dragged his eldest son straight down to the back mountain.

That place was a reserve of light-attribute soul beasts specially crafted by the Qian Family, and for Qian Xunji's ninth soul ring, he could just find any Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast inside.

"Big brother, I'll grant you a two-day vacation. Go home and accompany your sisters-in-law, and come to the Pope Hall early the day after tomorrow. By then, those big figures from various factions will still need you to host them!"

Hearing this, Qian Xunji clenched his fists tight.

He had just come out of seclusion, yet his arrangements were already crystal clear. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat his little brother...

Since he couldn't beat him himself, wasn't there someone who could deal with the little brother!

"Dad, aren't you going to manage this?"

"Affairs between you brothers, resolve them yourselves!"

Qian Xunji:... If I could resolve it myself, would I be opening my mouth to look for you!

It wasn't as if his grandson was about to be born immediately, so Qian Daoliu couldn't be bothered to pay attention to Qian Xunji's cry for help. He had eaten white rice in vain for so many years, yet couldn't even beat a younger brother more than twenty years his junior. If he went outside, he shouldn't dare say he was Qian Daoliu's son!

"That hundred-thousand-year Radiant Holy Butterfly suits you well. Go on, I'll back you up."

Qian Xunji didn't know what he had done to provoke his old man, as he didn't even give him a chance to speak and threw him straight in front of that Radiant Holy Butterfly.

A human suddenly smashed toward it, and the Radiant Holy Butterfly instinctively flapped its wings, sending the human flying away.

Qian Xunji spat a couple of times, spitting out the dirt and grass from his mouth, while his seventh and eighth soul rings lit up simultaneously.

A mere soul beast actually dared to bully its way onto his head!

Qian Daoliu looked at the roaring explosions in the valley, a hint of disdain carrying within his calm gaze.

Qian Xunji truly had been protected far too well by him, to actually be helpless against a Radiant Holy Butterfly not known for its attacks.

The large account was ruined, and he didn't want to have children with the small account for the time being, so he could only persist for a few more years. When the grandson generation arrived, he would definitely train them personally!

Watching Qian Xunji at his feet get beaten black and blue, Qian Daoliu couldn't bear to watch any longer. He condensed a strand of holy light in his hand and casually tossed it.

The Radiant Holy Butterfly that was currently violently beating up Qian Xunji suddenly sensed a fatal crisis. The moment it raised its head, its pupils sharply shrank as it saw the streak of holy light descending from the sky. If that ordinary-looking holy light were to land on its body, it would either die or suffer severe injuries.

The Radiant Holy Butterfly mobilized all of its cultivation, and two dozens-of-meters-high tornadoes rose from the ground, flattening the forests within a radius of a kilometer.

The seemingly immensely powerful tornadoes, the moment they made contact with the holy light, had the wind blades that shredded everything around the tornadoes vanish, as if their very existence was directly purified by the holy light.

The holy light flashed past, plunging directly into the head of the Radiant Holy Butterfly.

The next second, fine lines emerged all over the majestic body of the Radiant Holy Butterfly. Soon, light shot out from within, and the body of the Radiant Holy Butterfly was sliced into several pieces, falling powerlessly to the ground with only a sliver of health remaining.

Qian Xunji slashed over with a single sword, and a bright red hundred-thousand-year soul ring surfaced. He hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to absorb his ninth soul ring.

Half a day later, Qian Xunji perceived his ninth soul ring, and within his body was also an appena-integrated hundred-thousand-year leg bone. His cultivation had also conveniently improved by two grades, and for a time he walked with wind under his feet.

Qian Xunji thoroughly immersed himself in the tender trap of his own home to enjoy himself for two whole days, and couldn't even bear to step outside. Who could have anticipated that his little brother seemed to have anticipated this long ago, and on the second night sought out Qian Xunji to drink, directly getting him drunk and carrying him away bundled up!

Waking up from his hangover, Qian Xunji found himself lying in the Pope Hall, beneath him a familiar temporary bed.

There was also a note beside his hand. He opened it up and was practically so angry he laughed.

"Big brother, time is tight, so younger brother is temporarily borrowing the Pope Hall for you to sleep in for a night. It's all what younger brother ought to do, no need to thank me!"

The hour was almost approaching, so Qian Xunji could only accept it and shouted toward outside the door, "Men, change of clothes!"