[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "Back then, Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect and Qian Daoliu were best buddies. The two of them traveled together to Sea God Island."
[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "Then came a dramatic twist: Bo Saixi didn't fall for Qian Daoliu. Instead, she fell in love with Tang Chen."
[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "But Tang Chen was a block of wood who didn't understand romance at all. He didn't have the faintest idea what love was. He left with a bold declaration that he wouldn't return until he became a god, then turned on his heel and walked away."
[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "Even so, the one Bo Saixi loved was still Tang Chen, and she decisively rejected Qian Daoliu's advances."
As she watched this string of messages pop up in the group,
Qian Renxue, in a secret room in Heaven Dou City, fell silent.
She stared at the detailed description on the screen, her feelings a tangled mess.
Her own imposing grandfather had actually lost in love to a block of wood who didn't understand it.
That had to feel worse than being killed, right?
[I Have No Mom]: "The way you put it, the Grand Pontiff kind of sounds pitiful."
In the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong saw the message Qian Renxue had sent and let out a cold laugh.
Pitiful?
What was there to pity about a stubborn old fossil like Qian Daoliu?
Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes, her thoughts racing.
The relationship between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect had deteriorated later on, until they became outright enemies.
Could this heartbreak have been part of the reason?
If that was really the case, then Qian Daoliu's pettiness was beyond belief!
A Peerless Douluo, yet he let jealousy turn a personal grudge into a life-and-death struggle between two great powers.
He had no regard for the bigger picture!
Then Bibi Dong thought of the name that disgusted her to the core.
Qian Xunji!
"If he could raise a son like that, what kind of decent man could Qian Daoliu be as a father?"
"He deserved everything he got!"
Bibi Dong gripped the scepter in her hand and muttered coldly.
The loathing she felt for the Qian Family grew more intense by the moment.
Meanwhile,
in an extravagantly decorated bedroom in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect,
Ning Rongrong was lounging comfortably on the soft bed.
She wore nothing but a thin silk nightgown, her graceful figure faintly visible beneath it.
Her fair skin gleamed enticingly in the gentle light.
The little girl hugged a pillow, her big eyes fixed on the Chat Group in her mind.
She was having the time of her life, watching the drama unfold.
She had only recently obtained her Soul Ring. After pestering her father, Ning Fengzhi, for several days, she'd finally gotten permission to return to the sect and rest.
And as soon as she came back, she'd stumbled on such juicy gossip.
"The Grand Pontiff got rejected, and he lost out to someone from the Clear Sky Sect..."
Ning Rongrong rolled over, kicking her little legs happily in the air.
Suddenly, she thought of Grandpa Sword, Chen Xin.
"Grandpa Sword's never liked Spirit Hall much. If I secretly tell him about this, he'll be thrilled!"
"Then the two of us can make fun of Spirit Hall together!"
Ning Rongrong giggled, already plotting how to spice up the story when she retold it.
By now, the whole Chat Group had erupted.
Everyone who'd been lurking came rushing out, drawn by this earth-shattering piece of gossip.
No one could have imagined that the man who stood at level ninety-nine, hailed as the strongest under the heavens and once the head of Spirit Hall,
could also know the pain of loving someone who didn't love him back.
He'd even become a pathetic backup choice.
Messages flew through the group so quickly they were impossible to follow.
In a courtyard in Spirit City,
Qin Feng watched the activity value climb higher and higher, overjoyed.
As for whether this earth-shattering gossip would leak out and damage Spirit Hall's reputation,
Qin Feng couldn't care less.
That old geezer was already a Peerless Douluo, with skin as thick as a city wall.
Even if the whole continent found out, who'd dare go up to him and wag their tongue about it?
Elsewhere in Spirit City, inside Douluo Hall,
Qian Daoliu was sitting cross-legged before the Angel God Statue, meditating with his eyes closed, when his nose suddenly began to itch for no apparent reason.
"Achoo!"
A sneeze wholly unbecoming of his status burst out of him.
Qian Daoliu rubbed his nose, looking puzzled.
With his profound, level-ninety-nine cultivation, he'd long since become immune to cold and heat. How could he still sneeze?
Was someone gossiping about this old man behind his back?
Qian Daoliu shook his head, putting the strange feeling out of his mind.
Without meaning to, Qin Feng's outstanding figure surfaced in his thoughts.
Then he thought of his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, who was far away, undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire.
"This marriage is a match made in heaven."
Qian Daoliu silently considered it, brimming with confidence in his arrangements.
He hadn't explicitly said in his letter that this was a political marriage.
But with Qin Feng's looks, talent, and strength, Xue'er would fall for him at first sight.
And how could that boy Qin Feng possibly resist Xue'er's beauty?
"They're both peerless geniuses with top-tier Martial Souls."
"If they marry, their descendants will surely be even more extraordinary."
"My Spirit Hall has a bright future ahead!"
Qian Daoliu stroked his beard, satisfied. The gloom that had weighed on him for days vanished.
Back in the courtyard,
the Chat Group's notification finally rang out for Qin Feng like heavenly music.
Having successfully created the explosive topic "The Grand Pontiff of Spirit Hall's Love Story,"
he'd sent the group's activity value soaring to a new peak.
The rewards began pouring in.
[Ding! Congratulations, group owner. Based on the current activity value, you have received ten big red envelopes!]
[Ding! Congratulations, group owner. You have received one Spirit Marrow Cleansing Pill!]
[Ding! Congratulations, group owner. You have received a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring Age!]
Hearing the crisp chimes ring out one after another in his mind, Qin Feng grew exhilarated.
"Ten big red envelopes?"
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. These were far more valuable than ordinary red envelopes!
The treasures inside were bound to be extraordinary.
He didn't rush to open them, instead focusing on the other two rewards.
With a thought, he assigned the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring Age to his First Soul Ring.
The Soul Ring, which was already black, burst with a brilliant black glow and became even more pure.
As its age surged, the Soul Power in Qin Feng's body churned like floodwaters breaking through a dam.
Powerful energy coursed through every limb and bone.
A muffled thud sounded within him, and the bottleneck in his Soul Power shattered.
"Level forty-six!"
Qin Feng clenched his fists, felt the even more surging power, and nodded in satisfaction.
His rate of improvement was practically rocket-fast.
Then he opened his palm, and a pill exuding a strange medicinal fragrance appeared in it.
It was the Spirit Marrow Cleansing Pill.