Spirit Hall, the future is promising!

[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "Back in the day, Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect and Qian Daoliu were the best of bros, traveling together to Sea God Island."

[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "But then a dramatic scene unfolded: Poseidon didn't take a liking to Qian Daoliu, but instead fell in love with Tang Chen."

[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "Yet, Tang Chen was a blockhead who didn't understand romance at all. He didn't have a clue what love was, so he left behind a grand declaration about not returning until he became a god, then just turned around and walked away."

[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "Even so, Poseidon still held Tang Chen in her heart, decisively rejecting Qian Daoliu's pursuit."

Watching the string of messages pop up in the group, Qian Renxue, currently in a secret chamber in Heaven Dou City, fell into silence.

She stared at the detailed description on the screen, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Her own grandfather, a man of immense majesty, had actually lost in the game of love to a blockhead who didn't understand affection.

That must have been even more painful for him than being killed, right?

[I Have No Mom]: "Hearing you put it that way, why does the Grand Pontiff seem a bit pathetic?"

In the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong saw this message sent by Qian Renxue and immediately let out a cold sneer.

Pathetic?

What was there to pity about an old stubborn fool 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, eventually turning into a bitter blood feud.

Could it be that this old heartbreak was part of the reason?

If that were truly the case, then that old man Qian Daoliu was far too petty!

A dignified Peerless Douluo, actually escalating a personal grudge into a life-or-death struggle between two major powers simply out of jealousy.

He truly disregarded the bigger picture!

Following that, 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 good person could Qian Daoliu, the father, possibly be?"

"He deserves this outcome!"

Bibi Dong gripped her scepter tightly, muttering coldly to herself.

The loathing she felt for the Qian family grew even more intense.

Meanwhile, in a luxuriously decorated boudoir within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong was lounging comfortably on a soft, oversized bed.

She wore only a thin silk nightgown, her graceful figure faintly visible beneath the fabric.

Her fair skin glowed with an alluring luster under the soft lighting.

The young girl hugged a pillow, her large eyes fixed intently on the chat group in her mind.

She was enjoying the gossip immensely.

Having just obtained her soul ring a few days ago, she had pestered her father, Ning Fengzhi, for days before finally being allowed to return to the sect to rest.

She hadn't expected to stumble upon such a massive piece of entertainment the moment she arrived.

"The Grand Pontiff was rejected and lost to someone from the Clear Sky Sect..."

Ning Rongrong rolled over, her legs kicking happily in the air.

She suddenly thought of Grandpa Sword, Chen Xin.

"Grandpa Sword never seems to have a good impression of Spirit Hall. If I secretly tell him about this, he'll definitely be delighted!"

"Then, the two of us can laugh at Spirit Hall together!"

Ning Rongrong giggled, already plotting in her mind how to embellish the story when she retold this juicy piece of gossip.

By now, the entire chat group had erupted into chaos.

Everyone who had been lurking was flushed out by this earth-shattering revelation.

No one had ever imagined that the man who stood at level ninety-nine, hailed as the strongest in the sky, and was once the master of Spirit Hall, would ever face unrequited love.

He had even ended up as a pathetic backup choice.

The messages in the group scrolled by at a dizzying speed.

In a courtyard in Spirit City, Qin Feng watched the activity levels climb steadily, his heart filled with joy.

As for whether this earth-shattering gossip would leak out and bring negative consequences to Spirit Hall, Qin Feng didn't care in the slightest.

Anyway, that old geezer was already a Peerless Douluo; his skin was as thick as a city wall.

Even if the entire continent knew, who would actually dare to run up to his face and gossip?

On the other side of Spirit City, inside the Douluo Hall.

Qian Daoliu, who was sitting cross-legged before the statue of the Angel God and resting with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a strange soreness in his nose for no apparent reason.

"Achoo!"

A sneeze that was completely unbecoming of his status burst out.

Qian Daoliu rubbed his nose, his face full of confusion.

With his profound cultivation at level ninety-nine, he had long been immune to cold and heat, so how could he possibly sneeze?

Could it be that someone was talking about this old man behind his back?

Shaking his head, Qian Daoliu cast this strange feeling to the back of his mind.

In his mind, the outstanding figure of Qin Feng involuntarily surfaced.

Following that, he thought of his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, who was far away in the Heaven Dou Empire, lurking in disguise.

"This marriage is absolutely a match made in heaven."

Qian Daoliu pondered silently in his heart, filled with confidence in his own arrangement.

Although he had not explicitly stated in the letter that this was a political marriage.

But given Qin Feng's appearance, talent, and strength, once Xue'er saw him, she would definitely fall in love at first sight.

And as for that kid Qin Feng, how could he possibly resist Xue'er's beauty?

"Both of them are peerless geniuses possessing top-tier spirits."

"If they unite, the offspring they produce will surely be even more heaven-defying."

"My Spirit Hall has a promising future!"

Qian Daoliu stroked his beard with satisfaction, the gloom of the past few days swept away.

Back in the courtyard.

On Qin Feng's side, the notification sound of the Chat Group finally rang out like the music of the heavens.

Because he had successfully created the explosive topic of "The Love Story of the Spirit Hall's Grand Pontiff."

The activity level within the group had directly broken through to a new peak.

The rewards began to settle frantically.

[Ding! Congratulations to the Group Leader, based on the current activity level, you have received ten large red packets!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the Group Leader, you have received one Spirit Marrow Cleansing Pill!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the Group Leader, you have received Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring Age!]

Listening to the continuous crisp sounds in his mind, Qin Feng felt entirely excited.

"Ten large red packets?"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow; these were much higher-grade items than ordinary red packets!

The treasures that could be opened from them would definitely be extraordinary.

He did not rush to open the red packets, but instead focused his attention on the latter two rewards.

With a thought, the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring Age was directly allocated to his first spirit ring.

The originally black spirit ring instantly erupted with a strong black light, becoming even purer.

As the age skyrocketed, the spirit power within Qin Feng's body surged like a bursting dam.

Powerful energy coursed through his limbs and bones.

He heard a muffled sound from within his body, and his spirit power bottleneck shattered in response.

"Level forty-six!"

Qin Feng clenched his fists, feeling that more surging power, and nodded with satisfaction.

This speed of improvement was simply like riding a rocket.

Following that, he opened his palm, and a pill emitting a strange medicinal fragrance appeared in the center of his palm.

It was precisely that Spirit Marrow Cleansing Pill.