Qian Daoliu the Successor, Is Qian Xunji His Father's Biological Son?

Qian Daoliu gazed at the face before him, both strange and familiar, as tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks.

Over a hundred years.

He had searched for over a hundred years, and finally, in his lifetime, he had seen his mentor once again.

If his mentor had not saved him back then, nor passed down his cultivation method and those few powerful self-created spirit skills, he would never have achieved what he had today.

To put it plainly, everything he possessed now was a gift from his mentor.

"Little Liuzi, how many times must I tell you? I am not your teacher, and you are not my disciple."

"Everything that happened back then was just a passing favor; it was nothing worth mentioning."

Duan Changsheng looked at the man before him, who was acting like a child, and felt a touch of sentimentality in his heart.

Over a hundred years ago, Qian Daoliu was still a youth, being hunted down by a group of people.

He had happened upon the scene, saved him on a whim, and taught him a very ordinary cultivation method along with a few basic moves.

Yet, this kid had insisted on pestering him to become his disciple, so much so that he had left without even leaving his name behind.

Who could have guessed that this kid, Qian Daoliu, actually had such talent, rising to the status he held today?

If it weren't for his daughter, he wouldn't have wanted to come see Qian Daoliu at all.

"No, you will always be my teacher!"

Upon hearing the reply, Qian Daoliu confirmed Duan Changsheng's identity once more and knelt down immediately.

Although his time with Duan Changsheng—from their meeting to the imparting of his grace—had lasted only half a day, Qian Daoliu had kept it etched in his heart ever since.

This was the unique charm of Duan Changsheng.

"You, really, there is no convincing you."

"If you keep this up, I shall get angry and leave!"

Duan Changsheng had never had the intention of taking on disciples and immediately made a show of wanting to depart.

It wasn't that Qian Daoliu lacked talent; he simply had no desire to take on an apprentice.

In his heart, once he took on a disciple, it would lead to deeper emotional entanglements and responsibilities.

He would rather spend that time dating.

"Teacher, please, do not go."

"Even if you do not wish to acknowledge me as your disciple, you cannot stop me from calling you that."

Qian Daoliu could guess that Duan Changsheng must have a reason for coming here; otherwise, he wouldn't have appeared so suddenly.

It didn't matter if Duan Changsheng didn't acknowledge him as a disciple, as long as he acknowledged Duan Changsheng as his mentor; the two were not in conflict.

"You kid, you're quite the sophist. This is just like dating."

"I may not love her, but I cannot stop her from loving me."

"Since you put it that way, call me whatever you like from now on. I don't care!"

Duan Changsheng liked Qian Daoliu's answer, so he decided to let him have his way.

In any case, there was no third party here to know; he could call him whatever he pleased.

"Many thanks, Teacher!"

"Teacher, please, come inside!"

Seeing that Duan Changsheng had not refused, Qian Daoliu happily invited him into the Angel Temple.

One had to know that only the Qian clan could enter the Angel Temple; even Bibi Dong did not have that right.

That Qian Daoliu could invite Duan Changsheng into the Angel Temple showed just how much he truly respected him and sincerely regarded him as his mentor.

"Hmm!"

Duan Changsheng nodded and followed Qian Daoliu inside.

In truth, he had been to the Angel Temple many times, even earlier than Qian Daoliu.

Back when Spirit Hall was first established and the Angel Temple was first built, he had already been there.

At that time, he had even served as the Great Elder of Spirit Hall, holding more authority than the Pope of that era.

After over a thousand years, it was truly no small feat that Spirit Hall had developed to its current state.

However, when he arrived at Qian Daoliu's living quarters, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar portrait.

Wasn't this one of his ex-girlfriends from many lifetimes ago?

Why would it be in Qian Daoliu's room?

(Note again: Qian Xunji did not force himself on Bibi Dong; it was all a facade, which will be revealed later.)

"Little Liuzi, your room is quite unique; not bad at all."

"But why do you have a picture of a girl displayed here?"

Duan Changsheng made up an excuse to inquire about the origin of the portrait.

"Teacher, this is my late wife."

"Ever since she passed away, I have kept her portrait here."

"I still remember the scene when I first met her."

"Back then, she seemed a bit heartbroken, as if she had just gone through a breakup."

"It was precisely because of that that I had the opportunity to win her heart."

"My son, Qian Xunji, was born not long after we were married."

Qian Daoliu recounted his romantic history to Duan Changsheng without the slightest reservation.

When Duan Changsheng finished listening to this story, he was stunned.

No way!

Could it really be like this?

Could Qian Xunji actually be his son?

That's not right!

I remember she wasn't pregnant at the time.

However, Duan Changsheng still felt a bit uneasy and tentatively asked, "So you have such a story; how long did you know her before you got married?"

"Not long, just about a month or so."

"Perhaps my appearance gave her enough sense of security, so she married me quickly and even bore me a son."

"Teacher, although I feel it was a bit rushed, I truly loved her!"

"It's just a pity for her; after giving birth to Qian Xunji prematurely, her health deteriorated, and she passed away only a few years later."

As Qian Daoliu reached this point, his mood suddenly sank.

He had almost forgotten his late wife, after all, the appearance of Bo Saixi had allowed him to see love once again.

After listening, Duan Changsheng felt completely unsettled.

He seriously suspected that Qian Xunji was his son.

On the surface, Qian Xunji's Martial Soul was the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, which inherited Qian Daoliu's bloodline.

But in reality, his own son could also possess the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

His Martial Soul was called Formless, capable of simulating and transforming into any Martial Soul he had seen or imagined.

Moreover, all simulated Martial Souls were always thirty percent stronger than the original.

As his descendant, his offspring would certainly inherit his Formless Martial Soul.

The possibility that Qian Xunji was his son was entirely plausible.

After all, before the age of six, Qian Xunji had always believed himself to be Qian Daoliu's son and possessed a strong obsession with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

Driven by this obsession, his Formless Martial Soul could very likely have transformed directly into the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

In this way, even if Qian Xunji wasn't Qian Daoliu's son, he effectively became one.

Otherwise, it was hard for him to imagine why the two of them would rush into marriage after knowing each other for less than a month.

It was because she urgently needed to find someone to take the fall.

It was all his fault!

Before their peaceful breakup, he should have made sure whether she was pregnant or not.

Now that Qian Xunji was dead, he had no way to verify this theory.

Because his Formless Martial Soul had the effect of diluting bloodlines; once passed to the next generation, the Martial Soul would no longer possess the ability to simulate or transform, but would instead become the solid, actual Martial Soul that the user desired in their heart.

Even if Qian Xunji had a biological daughter, it would be hard to judge, unless this world had genetic testing.

"Sigh, the past is in the past, let's not dwell on it anymore."

"I came to see you today because there is something I need your help with."

"My daughter, Wang Yuyan, is currently serving in your Spirit Hall. Please look after her when you have time and give her a status so she won't be bullied by others."

Duan Changsheng couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore; since it was already history, he only wanted to focus on his current life.

"Ah? Junior Sister is in Spirit Hall!"

"Teacher, rest assured. With me here, I will absolutely not let Junior Sister suffer any grievances."

"If anyone dares to make things difficult for her, This Seat will take their dog life!"