Qian Daoliu thumped his chest and assured Duan Changsheng.
From what he could tell, aside from his scraggly beard and somewhat unkempt appearance, Duan Changsheng looked exactly as he had more than a hundred years ago. There wasn't the slightest difference, and not a trace of aging.
That meant Duan Changsheng's cultivation was extremely high—at least on par with his own, perhaps even higher.
When Qian Daoliu had been young, Duan Changsheng had once casually waved a hand and instantly killed more than ten Soul Masters of Soul King rank or higher.
At the time, his cultivation had been at least Soul Douluo rank.
The cultivation method and several Self-Created Soul Skills Duan Changsheng had taught him were also incredibly powerful, saving his life more than once when he'd been in dire straits.
Now, more than a hundred years had passed. Duan Changsheng's cultivation had probably reached a terrifying level. It was even possible he'd become a god.
"Fine. With your word, I'm relieved."
"I heard you lost by half a move when you fought Tang Chen."
"That shouldn't have happened."
"The moves I taught you should've made you invincible among those at the same level."
"Why don't you tell me what happened?"
Seeing how readily Qian Daoliu had agreed, Duan Changsheng decided to give him a few more pointers as a return favor.
"Thank you, Teacher!"
Qian Daoliu hurriedly thanked him, then quickly described the fight.
"Wrong. Completely wrong."
"Little Qian, you used every move I taught you incorrectly. You could bring out, at most, thirty percent of their power."
"Come on, I'll help you sort them out properly."
Duan Changsheng was exasperated by Qian Daoliu's intelligence. He'd gotten everything wrong.
Thank goodness he hadn't agreed to take him on as a disciple. Otherwise, he'd have been utterly disgraced.
"Huh? I got it wrong?"
"Teacher, what did I do wrong?"
Qian Daoliu was stunned.
He'd practiced for more than a hundred years, and he'd been doing it wrong!
If he'd used the moves properly, wouldn't Tang Hao have been reduced to taking a beating?
At the thought, Qian Daoliu grew excited and eagerly asked Duan Changsheng for instruction.
After half an hour of explanation, Qian Daoliu finally understood what he'd gotten wrong.
He really had been doing it wrong—and he'd been wildly off the mark.
"Teacher, it was all my fault. I used the moves incorrectly."
"No wonder they never felt quite right."
Qian Daoliu awkwardly scratched his head, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
"Actually, it's partly my fault. I only taught you once, then left."
"Getting thirty percent of it right was already pretty good."
"Anyway, I've taught you everything you need to know. I'll leave Yuyan in your hands."
"If you can, give her a bit more pay."
"I've barely got enough money for drinks these days."
Duan Changsheng figured his daughter had already made the meal, and he shouldn't keep her waiting. Before leaving, he gave Qian Daoliu a subtle hint.
"Teacher, you like drinking?"
"I have plenty here. Please, take it all."
"As for Junior Sister, don't worry. Leave everything to me. I'll take care of it!"
"With me around, Junior Sister won't suffer the slightest injustice!"
When Qian Daoliu heard that he liked drinking, he hurriedly brought out all the liquor he'd been saving.
"Mm, it looks like good stuff. I'll take it all, then!"
"I'm off!"
Without even looking at what kind of liquor it was, Duan Changsheng swept a hand, stowed more than a hundred jars in the space he'd created himself, then turned and vanished from Qian Daoliu's sight.
"Sure enough, Teacher's cultivation has reached an unimaginable level. He must be close to becoming a god!"
"But Teacher's ruthless. He didn't leave me a single jar."
Seeing Duan Changsheng disappear in an instant, Qian Daoliu was deeply shaken.
To vanish right in front of him—such power was unfathomable.
Afterward, Qian Daoliu flew to the Pope's Palace.
When Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Hu Liena, who had just arrived, saw Qian Daoliu, they immediately saluted him. "Greetings, Grand Consecrator!"
"Rise."
Qian Daoliu waved a hand and looked sternly at Bibi Dong. "Do you know anyone named Wang Yuyan in Spirit Hall?"
At the mention of Wang Yuyan, Hu Liena's expression flickered.
How did the Grand Consecrator know about her?
That couldn't be right!
Had she offended him?
This was going to be fun.
Hopefully, the Grand Consecrator would give her a good punishment.
Maybe he could teach that mysterious man a lesson, too.
"Wang Yuyan?"
"I don't think I've heard of her. Are you investigating her, Grand Consecrator?"
Bibi Dong furrowed her brows slightly. She thought it over for a long while but still couldn't figure out who he meant. She didn't know anyone by that name.
Qian Daoliu didn't bother to hide his contempt for Bibi Dong. "That's none of your concern. Just tell me where she is!"
"Don't worry, Grand Consecrator. I'll find her and bring her to you!"
Bibi Dong was furious at Qian Daoliu's attitude, but there was nothing she could do.
Spirit Hall belonged to the Qian Clan, and she couldn't defeat Qian Daoliu. All she could do was endure it for now.
"Teacher, Grand Consecrator, I know Wang Yuyan."
"She's just an ordinary follower, with no real ability."
"She thinks she's pretty, so she goes around seducing people."
Seeing that Qian Daoliu really did seem to have a grudge against Wang Yuyan, Hu Liena seized the opportunity to exaggerate as she reported to them.
Qian Daoliu flew into a rage at once and slapped her across the face.
"Scoundrel! Who gave you the right to slander her?"
"If I hear you say something like that again, I'll cut out your tongue!"
At that moment, Qian Daoliu finally understood why his junior sister had suffered mistreatment in Spirit Hall.
Hu Liena had been behind it.
If he hadn't taken Bibi Dong's feelings into account, he would've slapped Hu Liena to death already.
"Teacher..."
The slap stunned Hu Liena. She hid behind Bibi Dong, feeling wronged.
"Grand Consecrator, what do you mean by this?"
"Even when you beat a dog, you're supposed to consider its owner."
"Is it really worth this over an ordinary follower?"
Bibi Dong had always treated Hu Liena like her own daughter.
Slapping Hu Liena was the same as slapping her.
Qian Daoliu's actions had already pushed her to the edge.
"What?"
"You're questioning me?"
Qian Daoliu was instantly displeased that Bibi Dong had dared to stand up for Hu Liena.
Since when did he need Bibi Dong's approval to discipline some little girl?
Ridiculous!
"Grand Consecrator, Hu Liena is my disciple, after all."
"Even if you want to punish her, you should at least give a proper reason."
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, reined in her anger, and answered him firmly.
"I can punish whoever I want. What's it to you?"
"If you're unhappy, I can strip you of your title as Pope at any time."
Qian Daoliu was furious. Bibi Dong had gotten too bold, daring to talk back to him.
It seemed he'd have to put her in her place, or she'd start thinking Spirit Hall belonged to her.
"Grand Consecrator, I didn't mean that!"
At his words, Bibi Dong panicked.
With Qian Daoliu's status and position, he could absolutely take control of the entire situation at the Elders' Council and strip her of her title as Pope.
To keep her position, she had no choice but to back down.
"Heh. I knew you wouldn't dare!"
"Remember this: from now on, Wang Yuyan is the Adjudication Saintess of Spirit Hall. She'll receive the same privileges and authority as a consecrator."
"Make the announcement now!"
"If anyone dares object, they can come to me!"
After issuing his orders, Qian Daoliu flew away.
At that moment, the Scumbag Ranking updated.
[Scumbag Ranking TOP6: Ma Hongjun.] [He was plagued by Evil Fire, and at a young age, he was already a regular at brothels, utterly lacking in upbringing!]