Qian Xunji's Broken Defenses

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, a hint of helplessness in them.

"What are you planning to do to torment your big brother this time?"

Qian Mochen looked utterly innocent. "Dad, how did it become me tormenting Big Brother?"

Qian Daoliu said nothing. He folded his arms and quietly watched Qian Mochen, looking as though he was waiting to see how he would perform.

Qian Mochen began persuading him in all seriousness. "Dad, I've noticed that ever since Big Brother stopped being Pope, he seems to have lost his direction in life."

"When I came back today, I found that Big Brother was so bored that he'd actually gone to process those files!"

"So? What are you trying to say?"

"Dad, what I'm about to say concerns a major matter for our Qian Family, so you can't beat me up, okay?"

Qian Mochen first secured himself some insurance. Only after seeing Qian Daoliu nod did he dare to continue.

"Dad, look at our Qian Family. Apart from my generation, every generation of our ancestors before us had only a single heir."

"Big Brother is already over forty, and his cultivation still hasn't reached Titled Douluo. If he waits until he becomes a Titled Douluo before taking a wife, he'll probably be over fifty."

"I think we should start arranging blind dates for Big Brother now."

"Big Brother can cultivate during the day and spend his nights with his wife. He should try to give you a grandson as soon as possible!"

Qian Daoliu considered it and felt that his younger son made sense.

"Fine. I'll choose a suitable woman for Ji'er in Spirit City."

"Dad, how could one possibly be enough?" Qian Mochen immediately objected upon hearing that.

"Dad, don't get angry yet. Hear your son's reasoning first!"

Noticing Qian Daoliu's gaze turning dangerous, Qian Mochen hurriedly began defending himself.

Qian Daoliu gave Qian Mochen a warning look. If his younger son failed to make a convincing argument today, then this old man would let Mo Chen experience what it meant to be vigorous in old age.

"Dad, I looked through the Qian Family genealogy and discovered that there are two reasons our family has so few descendants."

"First, the Qian Family's martial soul originated from that ancestor who reached level one hundred and became a god. Its attributes are too singular, so the requirements for finding a spouse naturally become strict."

"Second, you, Grandpa, and all our ancestors have been far too devoted."

As he spoke, Qian Mochen secretly observed Qian Daoliu's expression. Seeing him deep in thought, he continued.

"Big Brother's strength is limited. No matter how hard he works in the future, he definitely won't reach your current level."

"If the Qian Family does not have an Ultimate Douluo presiding over it, we cannot hold a transcendent position on the continent."

"However, we can have Big Brother sow more seeds. As long as he has more children, there will naturally be more talented ones among them."

"Moreover, as long as the Qian Family bloodline grows, there will be a greater chance that someone can meet the threshold for our ancestor's trial."

Hearing Qian Mochen's final remark, Qian Daoliu fell into thought.

"Fine. I'll arrange for people to search for suitable women."

"Dad, take a look. Do any of these catch your eye?"

Qian Daoliu took the several portraits and glanced through them. Below each portrait was information about the woman. They were all Soul Masters with light-attribute martial souls. Clearly, his younger son had been certain he could persuade him and had already selected candidates to be his big brother's wives.

Qian Daoliu carefully examined them one by one. Every candidate was quite outstanding, whether in family background, personality, or appearance.

"Fine. You arrange it, then. I'll notify your big brother."

"Don't worry, Dad. I guarantee Big Brother will be married within a month and give you at least three grandsons next year!"

With Qian Daoliu's approval, Qian Mochen immediately arranged for all a dozen-plus women to be invited to an estate, each settled in a separate courtyard.

When the news reached the women's families, both they and their relatives were overjoyed. This was a chance for their families to rise to greatness in a single step!

As for the minor issue of marrying Qian Xunji and sharing his love with many other women, these women said it was no problem at all!

Their most important task now was to capture Qian Xunji's heart and give birth to Qian Family children as soon as possible.

Qian Daoliu found Qian Xunji just as he finished cultivating and directly informed him of the decision that he would begin going on blind dates the next day.

Qian Xunji looked unwilling and tried to make one last struggle. "Dad, I've recently gained some insights. At this rate, I'll break through to Titled Douluo in at most two years. How about you wait another two years?"

Qian Daoliu said nothing and began loosening up his limbs.

Seeing that he was about to be beaten again, Qian Xunji hurriedly begged for mercy. "Dad, Dad, I agree!"

Qian Daoliu kicked Qian Xunji flying, then took to the air on a pair of white wings behind him.

Qian Xunji's screams echoed continuously through the sky.

An hour later, Qian Daoliu tossed the brat he had been carrying onto the ground and left him with a warning before departing.

"Tomorrow, follow your brother's arrangements. If you dare act up, I'll beat you three times a day!"

"Got it, Dad!"

Only after Qian Daoliu had completely left did Qian Xunji climb up from the ground. The slightest movement of his mouth made him suck in a breath of pain.

Qian Xunji looked at himself in the mirror. His face was black and blue all over. His father had apparently been afraid he would not disfigure him, since every punch had landed on his face.

He still had to circulate his Soul Power to reduce the swelling on his face. It seemed he could forget about sleeping today.

The next day, Qian Xunji was dragged into a carriage by Qian Mochen the moment he stepped outside, and they sped straight out of Spirit City.

"Little Brother, aren't we going on blind dates?" Watching the scenery race backward outside the carriage, question marks kept popping up over Qian Xunji's head.

"Big Brother, time is tight and the task is heavy. Let's get it all done today!"

After explaining briefly, Qian Mochen called toward the driver's seat.

"Bibi Dong, you're too slow! How long will it take us to get there at this rate?"

Bibi Dong quickened the pace of her whip. The hooves of the four fine horses ran so fast they nearly left afterimages.

In less than half an hour, the carriage charged into a tranquil estate and stopped outside the nearest courtyard.

Qian Mochen gave Qian Xunji no chance to speak and shoved him straight into the courtyard.

"Big Brother, take a look. If you don't like her, we'll switch immediately!"

Qian Xunji had only just steadied himself when he looked up and saw a smiling woman standing several meters away.

He forcibly swallowed the curse that had reached his lips, quickly straightened his rumpled clothes, and walked over with refined grace.

Half an hour later, Qian Xunji walked out of the courtyard with a foolish grin on his face.

"Big Brother, Big Brother, did you like her?"

Qian Mochen called out several times before Qian Xunji came back to his senses. He coughed a few times and nodded reservedly.

Qian Mochen clapped his hands in delight and pulled Qian Xunji into the carriage.

"Quick, Big Brother. There are still more than a dozen young ladies waiting for you!"

Qian Xunji:???

Didn't I already say I liked her? What do you mean there are still other girls waiting for me?

They went into the courtyards one after another. Qian Xunji's expression gradually became numb. He felt as if he had become a product, constantly being taken around for display.

If Qian Mochen knew what Qian Xunji was thinking, he would surely have comforted him. "Big Brother, you're these ladies' iron rice bowl. You're precious!"