My Grandson Has the Makings of a God!

After finishing a standard set of basic staff techniques, Qian Jue stood firm as he sheathed his staff. His breathing was steady and calm, his small face devoid of sweat or panting, leaving only a pair of eyes as clear and bright as the stars.

"Grandfather, just now..."

Before Qian Jue could finish his sentence, Qiangu Qingfeng scooped him up and hoisted him high above his head.

"Hahaha, you've entered the realm of Momentum! That set you just performed is proof enough that you, Xiao Qian, have stepped into the realm of 'Staff Momentum'."

"Even my younger brother, who was hailed as the greatest genius of the Qiangu family in a century, was nowhere near your level at this age."

Qiangu Qingfeng's face beamed with an indescribable joy.

He had lived in seclusion for years, rarely traveling across the continent, leaving the limelight to Qiangu Dongfeng. The world assumed he lacked ambition or a competitive spirit.

In truth, Qiangu Qingfeng possessed a more competitive heart than anyone.

Otherwise, he would not have left for twenty years, only to return and publicly defeat his brother, who was at the height of his influence, in front of everyone.

He did not compete simply because he had already proven with his strength that he was superior to his brother.

Yet, even so, his father still had not chosen Qiangu Qingfeng.

After all these years, that event remained a thorn in the side of a man who had been proud his entire life.

Under Qiangu Dongfeng's leadership, the Spirit Pagoda had indeed risen step by step, creating a situation where it stood on equal footing with Shrek Academy.

His brother had long been paving the way for his own grandson; the future Tower Master might very well be Qiangu Zhangting.

It was rumored that his grand-nephew was exceptionally gifted, possessing much of the same flair that Qiangu Dongfeng had in his youth.

Qiangu Qingfeng had always felt stifled by this, his heart often heavy with gloom.

But now, seeing Qian Jue grasp the meaning of "Momentum" from scratch in just a quarter of an hour—this talent was far superior to that of Qiangu Zhangting, a third-generation heir who had been propped up by a mountain of resources.

Qiangu Qingfeng believed that if Qian Jue were given the same resources, his grandson's future achievements would absolutely dwarf those of Qiangu Zhangting.

"Junior Brother."

Gu Yue appeared from out of nowhere. After a soft call, she took the initiative to reach out from behind and hug Qian Jue.

Qian Jue's body stiffened; the faint, clean fragrance brushing past his nose made him feel somewhat flustered.

It's not Big Sister, so why is she hugging and clinging to me without a word?

Is she really willing to sell her body and soul just for the sake of the soul beast revival plan and to curry favor with my grandfather?

That's too babyish!

Still, this feels pretty good. I'm not the one losing out, anyway.

Feeling the heartbeat and warmth against his back, Qian Jue enjoyed it for a moment before asking, "Senior Sister, what are you doing..."

Gu Yue's small face flushed inadvertently. She released him and took two steps back. "Just a little reward for you. Congratulations on your breakthrough."

Xia Zhengleng stood side by side with Qiangu Qingfeng, watching the two children. They exchanged a meaningful look and broke into knowing smiles.

"Xiao Qian, you must treat your Senior Sister well in the future. You are not allowed to mistreat her," Qiangu Qingfeng said with a straight face.

"You have a good foundation. When you grow up, there will surely be no shortage of admirers around you. Not being fickle is our family rule. If you want to break it, you'll have to beat me first."

Gu Yue was overjoyed, looking at Qiangu Qingfeng with eyes full of gratitude.

Grandfather, you are truly wise. Such an excellent family tradition must be passed down forever.

Qian Jue, however, was not pleased.

"One-on-one can be pure love, but I can also achieve pure love with many."

Just kidding. What's the point of coming to the Douluo world if I don't build a harem? In my past life, I raised nine little dragon kings, but I died before I could even enjoy it.

I can't repeat that mistake in this life.

"Can't you learn something good? You're inheriting your grandfather's bad habits."

"Hehe, I'm different from Grandfather. My future wives will all be my wings!"

"You brat, today I'm going to have a serious talk with you about family rules."

Qiangu Qingfeng was so angered by Qian Jue's complaints that his beard bristled. The grandfather and grandson chased each other around the villa courtyard, making Gu Yue and Xia Zhengleng laugh.

The air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Shrek City.

Lan Muzi sat in the waiting room of the soul train station, silently waiting for the express soul train to East Sea City.

"Meng Yin, I have to go on a business trip for a few days, so I won't be back tonight."

She replied with an emoji and reminded him to take care of his safety while away.

Lan Muzi felt a warmth in his heart. As expected, his wife was the best to him.

He wondered, once he arrived in East Sea City, what excuse and method he should use to lure Qian Jue back to Shrek City?

I wonder if Heavenly Phoenix Douluo is also in East Sea City.

If I go and snatch someone so blatantly, it would be perfectly reasonable for her to beat me up.

What a headache, such a massive headache.

Why did I have to be the one to get stuck with such a rotten task?

Lan Muzi felt stifled inside, able only to pray that his trip would go smoothly.

Suddenly, a figure arrived silently beside Lan Muzi, moving like a ghost without disturbing anyone else nearby.

Lan Muzi was instantly alert; he tried to stand up, but a hand pressed onto his shoulder, pinning him firmly to his seat.

"Kid, it's me."

Hearing that familiar voice, Lan Muzi realized who it was and hurriedly saluted:

"Greetings, Elder Cai."

The silver-haired old woman nodded and sat down beside Lan Muzi without haste.

"You're quite quick on the uptake. I reckon if you work hard for another three to five years, you might be able to challenge the Title Douluo rank."

The person who had arrived was none other than the Dean of Shrek's Outer Court and one of the Sea God Pavilion elders, Silver Moon Douluo Cai Yue'er.

"What wind blew you here?"

Cai Yue'er did not answer Lan Muzi's question directly, instead asking in return: "You're on this trip to bring a child back to the academy, right? I heard that child seems to have been taken as a disciple by that harlot Leng Yaozhu?"

Lan Muzi's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no!

"Sister Yue asked me to go. After all, that child is half a member of our Shrek."

Cai Yue'er nodded, a smile appearing on her aged face: "Then we are traveling the same path."

"Sister Yue just came to find me, saying she was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle the task, so she sent me to assist you. If they aren't willing to hand the seedling back, I can back you up."

Lan Muzi was already drenched in cold sweat, his expression barely holding together.

Teacher, oh teacher, you are clearly trying to stir up trouble.

As the eldest disciple of the Inner Court, having stayed at the academy for so long, he might not know every detail of the previous generation's grudges, but he generally understood them.

Back in the day, this Silver Moon Douluo and Heavenly Phoenix Douluo had fought incessantly over the Pavilion Master.

They were rivals in love, and even though the Pavilion Master had married Lady Ya Li, both of them had ended up as the losers, so logically, they should have sympathized with each other.

Elder Cai had a whimsical and eccentric personality, and she had long been at odds with Heavenly Phoenix Douluo.

Heavenly Phoenix Douluo might have been a bit better, as she had a stable temperament and knew how to consider the big picture, at least not tearing things apart directly.

But this one, due to her headstrong style, had caused no shortage of trouble on the continent back in the day. It was the old Pavilion Master himself who had brought her back, and only after she took on the long-term role of Outer Court Dean did she settle down quite a bit.

Now, Sister Yue wanted Elder Cai to go and demand a person from Leng Yaozhu.

Lan Muzi shuddered.

Am I going to die too?

Lan Muzi's heart was bleeding; he even felt like picking up his communicator to write a will to his wife.

"The train has arrived. Let's go."

"O-okay."