Siblings Night Raid on the Douluo Hall, Digging Up Ancestral Graves.

"Brother, if you do this, it's extremely unfilial!"

"If Dad and Grandpa find out we snuck into Douluo Hall tonight and dug Great-Grandfather up, they'll definitely beat us to death."

Although Qian Renxue was only about six years old, she was the young miss of Spirit Hall and the inheritor of the Angel martial soul.

Since childhood, she and Qian Renheng had received an elite education. Something like grave-digging was simply outrageous treason against propriety!

Digging up her own ancestral grave? Something so deranged and morally bankrupt—she wouldn't dare do it even if she were given ten extra guts.

Watching Qian Renxue chatter nonstop, so anxious she was about to cry, Qian Renheng didn't panic in the slightest. Instead, he looked completely confident.

He jumped down from the rock, walked up to his little sister, reached out, and gently patted her head as he began his god-tier logic.

"Xue, you're thinking too small. Your perspective is too small!"

"Xue, think about it carefully. We clearly have the ability to resurrect Great-Grandfather and let the old man see the light of day again, to enjoy the happiness of family!"

"But because of worldly notions, we do nothing. We stand by and let Great-Grandfather keep eating dirt underground."

"Isn't that another kind of extreme unfilialness?"

"And as long as we invite Great-Grandfather out and resurrect him, maybe he'll even praise us."

"So, you see... this grave, we have to dig it. And we have to dig it quickly!"

Qian Renxue froze slightly at his words, her gem-like eyes filled with clear, innocent stupidity. That seemed to make a little sense?

Taking advantage of the gap while Qian Renxue's CPU overloaded and crashed, Qian Renheng struck while the iron was hot and settled the matter with one blow.

"So, Xue, for Great-Grandfather's resurrection, so Great-Grandfather can see the light of day again!"

"So Dad can see his grandfather, so Grandpa can see his father, so Great-Grandfather can see his two adorable great-grandchildren!"

"For the glory of Spirit Hall, for the everlasting enterprise of our Qian family, for..."

A dozen or so "fors" completely smashed Qian Renxue into a daze.

"So, this grave, we have to dig. If we don't, then we're unworthy descendants. Not even Grandpa can stop us!"

The moment he finished speaking, Qian Renheng, as if performing a magic trick, somehow pulled out two brand-new standard-issue iron shovels from who knew where.

He stuffed one directly into the still-dazed Qian Renxue's hands and held the other himself. "Xue, what are you standing around for? Start digging!"

And so, inside this solemn and majestic Douluo Hall, an utterly absurd and comical scene appeared.

Two children barely six years old, dressed in luxurious clothes and as delicate as carved jade, were sticking out their little backsides and huffing as they swung shovels taller than themselves, frantically digging up their own great-grandfather's grave.

Clang—

After the time it took an incense stick to burn, the shovel seemed to strike some hard object.

The two children were already drenched in sweat and panting for breath, sitting down hard on the overturned earth.

After their tireless efforts, they finally dug out in full the luxurious coffin Qian Wushuang had made from ten-thousand-year sunken wood.

"Great-Grandfather, if your spirit is watching from heaven, please don't blame your great-grandson for being rough. After all, your great-grandson really does have a way to resurrect you."

"I imagine you've been lying down there for so long that you'd like to come out for some air and see the scenery of this new era!"

Qian Renheng silently recited this in his heart, treating it as psychological preparation. Then he took a deep breath.

With a sudden burst of strength in both hands, he jammed the shovel straight into the gap of the coffin and pried hard.

Bang—

The heavy coffin lid was flung open, and a faint scent of special spices spread through the air.

The scene inside the coffin appeared before their eyes without concealment. There was no miserable sight of corpse worms everywhere as they had imagined. Instead, there was an extremely complete, crystal-clear skeleton!

A faint, lustrous glow shimmered over the surface of the white bones, proving that their owner in life had been an extremely powerful Titled Douluo!

Although it had been buried underground for who knew how many years, the luxurious silk robes on its body showed not the slightest sign of decay.

"Ah—"

No matter how mature Qian Renxue was, she was still only a little girl around six years old. Suddenly seeing the white bones lying inside the coffin, she immediately screamed in fright!

She hurriedly threw away the shovel in her hands and clamped both hands over her eyes, yet secretly peeked out through the gaps between her fingers.

"B-Brother! Let's leave quickly. There's still time for us to turn back now."

Qian Renxue's voice carried a sob as she started muttering endlessly.

"If Dad and Grandpa find out that instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, we ran over and pried open Great-Grandfather's coffin, they'll definitely beat us to death."

"Boohoo—Xue doesn't want to get beaten. Xue doesn't want to experience mixed doubles. Xue doesn't want to..."

Clearly, this girl had been completely scared senseless by the terrifying scene before her and the family punishment that was about to arrive.

"Shh—"

Qian Renheng was quick-eyed and quick-handed, covering Qian Renxue's nonstop chattering little cherry mouth in one grab. "My little grandaunt!"

"Keep your voice down. It's the middle of the night. If you draw the guards outside over here, the two of us will really be finished!"

"The kind where even jumping into the Yellow River won't wash us clean!" At that moment, fine cold sweat was also breaking out on Qian Renheng's forehead. Clearly, the commotion Qian Renxue had caused had scared him badly too.

He could guess with his toes what would happen if that grandfather of his, who cared so much about rules...

What would be the consequences if anyone found out that his two precious grandchildren had come to Douluo Hall in the middle of the night to disco, and even lifted the lid off their own father's coffin?

That image was too beautiful—he simply didn't dare imagine it!

When the time came, forget mixed doubles; the whip in Qian Daoliu's hand probably wouldn't stop for twenty-four hours a day!

Hearing her brother's warning, Qian Renxue's eyes widened in terror.

She nodded with all her might, bit down hard on her lip, and no longer dared make even the slightest sound.

"Heh heh—"

Seeing Qian Renxue quiet down, Qian Renheng turned his gaze to his great-grandfather's skeleton.

In the quiet night, he let out a somewhat neurotic laugh. There wasn't the slightest fear in his eyes—only excitement and fanaticism!

This was his great-grandfather, a peerless Rank 99 Douluo!

As long as he used his martial soul's ability to revive him, this peerless powerhouse who had once dominated an era would reappear in the world.

And he would become the most terrifying trump card in Qian Renheng's hand!

When the time came, he would even take his living, breathing great-grandfather to give his old man Qian Xunji and his grandfather Qian Daoliu a tremendous surprise!

"Be good, Xiaoxue. Don't be scared. Watch your brother work!"

Before making his move, Qian Renheng didn't forget to comfort his trembling little sister, Qian Renxue, beside him.

He himself was a transmigrator, with an adult's soul, so seeing a skeleton wasn't enough to frighten him.

But Qian Renxue was different. No matter how mature she was now, she was still only a six-year-old child.

Tonight, she had even accompanied him in doing something so treasonous, utterly conscienceless, and morally bankrupt. It was only normal for her to feel terrified and uneasy.

"Xiaoxue, don't worry. Once Dad and Grandpa find out what your brother did today, they'll definitely be proud of us!"

"Trust your brother. Don't be afraid. When has your brother ever lied to you?" Qian Renheng promised, patting his chest.

He had thought those words would have a comforting effect.

But he hadn't expected his little sister Qian Renxue to first nod when she heard them, then seem to remember something and suddenly shake her head hard.

The little girl stared at him with an aggrieved look, pitifully accusing him, "Brother lies. Brother lies to Xiaoxue all the time!"

"During New Year before, Dad and Grandpa gave Xiaoxue lucky money, and Brother said he'd help Xiaoxue save it."

"He said he'd give it to Xiaoxue when Xiaoxue grew up, but... Brother has never given Xiaoxue any of it."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough—"

Qian Renheng's face instantly reddened, and he said rather awkwardly, "Xiaoxue, ah, broaden your horizons. Pay attention to your horizons!"

"You're still young. You can't handle this kind of opportunity. When you grow up in the future, your brother will return it all to you with interest."

"Now don't make a sound, got it?" Qian Renheng tried his best to hide his embarrassment.

"Brother was obviously born on the same day as Xiaoxue, so why isn't Xiaoxue the one keeping the gold soul coins?" Qian Renxue pouted and muttered over there.

After comforting his sister, Qian Renheng's expression turned solemn, and his eyes grew sharp as he murmured, "Come out, Ming Ji!"

"Buzz—"

Along with a deep humming sound, surging soul power fluctuations abruptly erupted around Qian Renheng.

Beneath the night, an incomparably beautiful and aloof figure quietly descended.

She was not illusory, but existed as solidly as a real person, hovering silently behind Qian Renheng just like that.

Waterfall-like black hair poured down to her waist, and her eyes were like dazzling stars, yet they carried a coldness that looked down upon all living beings.

A complex and magnificent black gothic dress outlined her flawless figure to the fullest.

Behind her, three pairs of pure-black wings slowly unfurled, every feather wreathed in black flames that seemed capable of devouring everything.

What was even more astonishing was her pair of vivid eyes. When she lowered her gaze to stare at Qian Renheng, an undisguisable joy and attachment actually appeared in those frost-cold depths.

Qian Renheng slowly extended his right hand and said in a deep voice, "Ming Ji, use Death Realm. Activate the first Death Apostle seat and revive this skeleton!"

Hearing this, the young woman called Ming Ji showed a submissive smile on her stunning face, and she gave a light nod.

She slowly drifted down from midair, stretched out her jade-white left hand, and came to Qian Renheng's side.

One large palm and one small palm pressed together in the air as Qian Renheng chanted, "Yin and yang reverse, reincarnation gives way, the Road to Yellow Springs is severed, the gate to the underworld opens!"

"Boom—"

In an instant, the surrounding space trembled violently. Ink-black flames, centered on the two of them, swept through the entire Douluo Hall like a tyrannical tsunami.

Beneath Qian Renheng's feet, mysterious dark-red interwoven runes radiating an ancient aura lit up one after another.

These runes intertwined and tore at one another, finally forming a dark-red, blood-colored hexagram array.

The moment the array formed, the surrounding space seemed to be violently torn open by some powerful existence, erupting with an ear-piercing sound.

Another completely different, hair-raising world was forcibly projected into the real world.

It was a world where the earth was split apart, scorching lava flowed everywhere, and the sky seemed shrouded in darkness.

High above the firmament of this world hung an absurdly huge blood moon, eerie yet beautiful, brilliant and dazzling.

"Revive, my great-grandfather—"