"Dad... I... I..."
At his words, Qian Daoliu was instantly left speechless. His old face flushed red, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
This was Qian Daoliu—a man over a hundred years old, the Great Elder of Spirit Hall, one of the three peerless beings, the invincible Angel Douluo of the sky!
Yet one day, he was actually being pointed at and scolded as a junior. Who would believe it if word got out?
Most importantly, the one scolding him was his own father. He did not even dare let out a peep. Who could he possibly complain to?
"Yes, yes, yes! Senior Wushuang's lesson is absolutely right!"
Just as Qian Daoliu was so frustrated he was about to explode on the spot, Golden Crocodile Douluo grinned like an old chrysanthemum and stabbed him one last time!
"Big Brother, this is where you are wrong. Aren't we juniors in front of Senior Wushuang?"
"As the saying goes, when elders are present, everything is decided by the elders. Senior Wushuang's words are the law!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo did not just say it himself. He also turned back and frantically signaled the other Consecrated Elders with his eyes.
"Precisely, precisely. Second Brother speaks with reason!" The other Consecrated Elders chimed in, all wearing expressions of delighted spectators.
"Pfft—"
Nestled in Qian Wushuang's arms, Qian Renheng finally could not hold it in any longer when he saw the Consecrated Elders acting like veteran performers. He burst out laughing.
"Brother, hold it in, hold it in!" Qian Renxue said anxiously as she watched her brother laugh aloud.
Their great-grandfather was protecting them now, but once he was no longer by their side, would their grandfather not settle the score afterward?
When that happened, it would not just be her brother who suffered—she would get dragged into it too. Thinking of that, Qian Renxue became rather troubled.
Her brother truly was not afraid of making things worse.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Qian Renheng looked completely unconcerned as he muttered, "Xiao Xue, watch your brother perform. When dealing with an old man, don't be afraid!"
As he spoke, he poked his head out and made an extremely arrogant, punchable face at Qian Daoliu.
"Bleh, bleh, bleh~"
His expression seemed to be wildly provoking him. Hit me, then. Come hit me! Come over here and hit me!
Qian Renxue covered her eyes. The sight was too beautiful; she did not dare look, afraid that her grandfather would remember it and blame her too.
"Hahahaha—" Qian Wushuang had heard everything clearly from beginning to end and was amused by the two little troublemakers.
Xiao Xue was fairly well-behaved and very quiet, but there was simply no describing Xiao Heng. Calling him a born Demon Pill would not be an exaggeration.
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renheng, who had poked his head out to provoke him so brazenly, and his teeth immediately itched with anger.
The boy was clearly right in front of him, yet he was in his father's arms. No matter how angry he was, he did not dare make a move.
Now he understood. At first, he had mistaken his father for an evil spirit and led his brothers in ganging up on the old man. These old fellows were feeling terribly guilty about it now.
If Qian Wushuang turned around at this moment and decided to settle the score with him, beating him up to vent his anger—
Those six disloyal bastards might even take his father's side. Worse still, they might pull over little stools and clap while cheering.
Then there were Xiao Heng and Xiao Xue. Xiao Xue was still manageable, but Xiao Heng was utterly outrageous. Did he really think that with his great-grandfather around, Qian Daoliu would never find an opportunity?
He was isolated and helpless. His whole family was full of traitors, and there was even a Demon Pill among them.
"Enough, Liu'er..." Qian Wushuang said irritably. "Why are you getting angry with a child?"
Huh? Qian Daoliu froze slightly at that. Dad, you are playing favorites here. If I had acted like this back then, you probably would have beaten the shit and piss out of me!
Seeing Qian Daoliu's aggrieved expression, Qian Wushuang found it inexplicably amusing. "Come on. Return to the hall with me."
"It is rather cold outside. Don't let my two precious great-grandchildren catch a chill..."
With that, Qian Wushuang carried the two exquisitely adorable children in his arms and strode into the main hall with his head held high.
Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the others exchanged glances.
Qian Daoliu could only snort in humiliation, flick his sleeve, and follow dejectedly behind Qian Wushuang.
"Hahahahaha—"
Watching their usually lofty, unquestionable eldest brother suffer such a setback today, Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others burst into laughter.
Who would have thought it? Qian Daoliu, a peerless Douluo, had a day like this?!
He stood there getting lectured without daring to make a sound. Anyone who did not know better would think he was some aggrieved little wife.
Walking at the very back, Qian Xunji looked at the whole group and could only shake his head helplessly at their absurd behavior.
He had not expected his father to have such a side, nor had he expected Uncle Golden Crocodile to be so fawning.
He was the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, wielding Spirit Hall's highest authority—excluding the Worship Hall—and a level ninety-five Title Douluo whose power shook the world. Yet he had not dared say a word from beginning to end.
He had even received a heavy slap from his own father. Being Pope was truly... stifling!
The matter here had come to a close, and everyone was chatting and laughing, but the uproar it caused was far from over.
There were so many people in Spirit City, and such a huge incident had occurred. No one was blind; who knew how many spies from other factions had already begun sending out information.
The news spread outward at an astonishing speed, rapidly radiating from Spirit City as its center.
No one could have imagined that Spirit Hall, such a transcendent force at the height of its power—
would be fiercely invaded tonight by a mysterious super expert, and that it would happen in Spirit City, the lifeline of Spirit Hall!
Upon learning of this, the Upper Three Sects were the happiest. They stood united against Spirit Hall.
Naturally, they were delighted to see Spirit Hall suffer a setback.
Next came the two great empires. Spirit Hall was simply too powerful, with branch halls everywhere.
It was so powerful that they were constantly alarmed by it. Upon hearing that Spirit Hall had been invaded, they practically wanted to celebrate across their entire nations!
As for those Soul Masters who regarded Spirit Hall as sacred ground, upon hearing this news, they wanted nothing more than to skin and dismember the person who had invaded Spirit Hall to vent their fury!
The information spread quickly, but no one knew who this person who had invaded Spirit Hall truly was.
Where had he come from? What realm was he at? What grudge did he have against Spirit Hall? Could their factions recruit him?
If Qian Daoliu knew what these people were thinking, he would definitely sneer, "Recruit him? Have you ever seen an ancestor defect to the enemy?"
No matter how they investigated, they would not obtain any useful information.
As one of Spirit Hall's hidden foundations, Qian Wushuang absolutely could not be exposed in the short term.
Besides, if Qian Wushuang were exposed at this time, the repercussions would be even greater.
That was the ultimate secret of returning from the dead!
By then, Spirit Hall would become the target of public criticism. No faction would be willing to see—
an even more powerful Spirit Hall emerge, especially one with several Title Douluo under its command!
When that time came, the stable structure of the entire continent would completely collapse, and the two great empires might even unite against a common enemy!
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