"If you do this, Brother, it'll be the height of unfilial behavior!"
"If Father and Grandfather find out that we sneaked into the Hall of Douluo tonight and dug up Great-Grandfather, they'll definitely beat us to death."
Although Qian Renxue was only around six years old, she was the young mistress of Spirit Hall and the inheritor of the Angel Martial Soul.
She had received an elite education alongside Qian Renheng since childhood. Digging up graves was simply outrageous and rebellious!
Digging up her own family's ancestral grave? She would not dare do something so utterly deranged and morally bankrupt even if she had ten times the courage.
Watching Qian Renxue chatter on and on, so anxious that she was nearly in tears, Qian Renheng remained completely calm. In fact, he looked supremely confident.
He jumped down from the stone, walked over to his sister, and gently patted her head as he began spinning his godlike logic.
"Xiao Xue, your vision is too narrow!"
"Think about it carefully, Xiao Xue. We clearly have the ability to revive Great-Grandfather and let him see the light of day again, so he can enjoy the warmth of family!"
"But because of worldly notions, we stand by and do nothing, letting Great-Grandfather keep eating dirt underground."
"Isn't that another kind of unfilial behavior?"
"Besides, if we invite Great-Grandfather out and revive him, he might even praise us."
"So... we have to dig this grave, and we have to do it quickly!"
Qian Renxue froze slightly. Her gem-like eyes were filled with innocent stupidity. That... seemed to make some sense?
Taking advantage of the moment Qian Renxue's CPU overloaded and crashed, Qian Renheng struck while the iron was hot and made the final decision.
"So, Xiao Xue, for Great-Grandfather's resurrection, for letting Great-Grandfather see the light of day again!"
"For Father to see his grandfather, for Grandfather to see his father, and for Great-Grandfather to see his two adorable great-grandchildren!"
"For the glory of Spirit Hall, for the Qian Clan's eternal legacy, for..."
More than a dozen "fors" completely smashed Qian Renxue's mind into a daze.
"So, we have to dig this grave. If we don't, we'll be unfilial descendants. Not even Grandfather can stop us!"
As soon as the words fell, Qian Renheng produced two brand-new standard iron shovels from nowhere as if performing a magic trick.
He stuffed one directly into the still-dazed Qian Renxue's hands and kept the other for himself. "What are you standing around for, Xiao Xue? Start digging!"
And so, within the solemn and majestic Hall of Douluo, an absurdly ridiculous scene unfolded.
Two finely dressed, doll-like children barely six years old were sticking up their little butts and desperately swinging iron shovels taller than themselves, madly digging up their own Great-Grandfather's grave.
Clang—
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, the shovels seemed to strike something hard.
The two children were already drenched in sweat and panting heavily as they plopped down onto the freshly dug earth.
After their unremitting efforts, they had finally unearthed Qian Wushuang's luxurious coffin, made from ten-thousand-year-old agarwood, completely intact.
"Great-Grandfather, if your spirit is watching from heaven, please don't blame your great-grandson for being rude. I really do have a way to revive you."
"You must be tired of lying down there for so long. You probably want to come out for some fresh air and see the sights of this new era too!"
Qian Renheng silently recited those words to himself as psychological preparation, then took a deep breath.
He suddenly exerted force with both hands, wedging the shovel into a crack in the coffin and prying hard.
Bang—
The heavy coffin lid flew open, and the faint scent of a special incense spread through the air.
The sight within the coffin entered their eyes without reservation. There was no horrific scene of corpse worms crawling everywhere as they had imagined. Instead, there was an exceptionally intact, crystalline skeleton!
A faint, lustrous glow shimmered across the white bones, proving that their owner had once been an immensely powerful Title Douluo!
Though it had been buried underground for who knew how many years, the luxurious silk clothes 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. The sudden sight of the skeleton lying in the coffin made her cry out in fright!
She hurriedly threw away her shovel and covered her eyes tightly with both hands, yet she still peeked through the gaps between her fingers.
"B-Brother! Let's go quickly. It's not too late for us to turn back now."
Qian Renxue began babbling with a tearful voice.
"If Father and Grandfather find out that we didn't sleep in the middle of the night and came here to flip open Great-Grandfather's coffin, they'll definitely beat us to death."
"Wuwuwu—Xiao Xue doesn't want to be beaten. Xiao Xue doesn't want to experience a double beating. Xiao Xue doesn't want to..."
Clearly, the frightening scene before her and the impending family punishment had completely terrified the little girl.
"Shh—"
Qian Renheng reacted quickly and covered Qian Renxue's chattering little mouth with one hand. "My dear little aunt!"
"Keep your voice down. It's the middle of the night. If you draw the guards outside over here, we'll really be finished!"
"The kind of finished that not even jumping into the Yellow River could clear up!" Cold sweat appeared on Qian Renheng's forehead as well. Clearly, Qian Renxue's commotion had frightened him badly.
He could imagine with his toes what would happen if his Grandfather, who cared immensely about rules—
Found out that his two precious grandchildren had come to party in the Hall of Douluo in the middle of the night and even flipped open his own father's coffin.
That picture was far too beautiful to imagine!
By then, forget a double beating—Qian Daoliu's whip probably would not stop moving for twenty-four hours a day!
Hearing her brother's warning, Qian Renxue's eyes widened in terror.
She nodded desperately, bit down hard on her lips, and did not dare make another sound.
"Hehe—"
Seeing that Qian Renxue had quieted down, Qian Renheng turned his gaze to his Great-Grandfather's skeleton.
In the quiet night, he let out a faintly unhinged laugh. There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only excitement and fanaticism!
This was his Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo Great-Grandfather!
As long as he used his Martial Soul ability to revive him, this peerless expert who had once dominated an era would return to the world.
He would become the most terrifying trump card in Qian Renheng's hand!
Then, he would bring his living Great-Grandfather to give Father Qian Xunji and Grandfather Qian Daoliu an enormous surprise!
"Be good, Xiao Xue. Don't be afraid. Watch your brother work!"
Before taking action, Qian Renheng did not forget to comfort his trembling little sister, Qian Renxue.
He himself was a transmigrator with an adult soul, so seeing a skeleton was not enough to frighten him.
But Qian Renxue was different. No matter how mature she was, she was still only a child around six years old.
Tonight, she had accompanied him in doing something so rebellious, heartless, and morally bankrupt. It was only natural that she felt uneasy and afraid.
"Don't worry, Xiao Xue. Once Father and Grandfather learn what I did today, they'll definitely be proud of us!"
"Trust your brother. Don't be scared. When have I ever lied to you?" Qian Renheng patted his chest as he promised.
He had originally thought those words would comfort her.
But unexpectedly, upon hearing them, Qian Renxue first nodded, then seemed to remember something and abruptly shook her head.
The little girl stared at him with a wronged expression and pitifully accused him, "Brother lies. Brother lies to Xiao Xue all the time!"
"During New Year before, Father and Grandfather gave Xiao Xue lucky money, and Brother said he would keep it for Xiao Xue."
"You said you would give it to Xiao Xue when she grew up, but... Brother never gave it to Xiao Xue."
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough—"
Qian Renheng's face immediately reddened. Somewhat embarrassed, he said, "Xiao Xue, vision. Watch your vision!"
"You're still too young. You can't handle an opportunity like this. When you grow up, Brother will return it all to you with interest."
"Don't make any noise now, understand?" Qian Renheng did his utmost to conceal his embarrassment.
"Brother and Xiao Xue were clearly born on the same day. Why isn't Xiao Xue the one keeping the Gold Soul Coins?" Qian Renxue pouted and muttered.
After soothing his sister, Qian Renheng's expression turned solemn, and his eyes sharpened. He murmured, "Come forth, Ming Ji!"
Buzz—
Along with a deep hum, surging Soul Power suddenly erupted around Qian Renheng.
Beneath the night sky, an incomparably beautiful yet cold figure quietly descended.
She was not an illusion, but a solid presence as real as a living person. She simply hovered silently behind Qian Renheng.
Her waterfall-like black hair cascaded to her waist. Her eyes were like brilliant stars, yet they carried an icy indifference toward all living things.
A complicated and magnificent black Gothic dress outlined her flawless figure to perfection.
Three pairs of pure black wings slowly unfurled behind her, every feather wreathed in black flames that seemed capable of devouring everything.
Even more astonishing were her lively eyes. When she lowered her gaze toward Qian Renheng, unconcealable joy and affection appeared within her frost-cold eyes.
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!"
Upon hearing him, the girl called Ming Ji revealed an obedient smile on her exquisite face and nodded lightly.
She slowly drifted down from the air, extending her jade-white left hand as she landed beside Qian Renheng.
One large and one small hand met in the air. Qian Renheng chanted, "Yin-Yang Reversal, Samsara Yields, Yellow Springs Path Severed, Underworld Gate Opens!"
Boom—
In an instant, the surrounding space shook violently. Black flames as dark as ink swept through the entire Hall of Douluo like a tyrannical tsunami, centered on the two of them.
Beneath Qian Renheng's feet, dark-red intertwined runes of unfathomable profundity and ancient aura began to light up.
The runes intertwined and tore at one another before finally forming a dark-red, blood-colored hexagram magic circle.
The instant the magic circle formed, the surrounding space seemed to be violently ripped apart by some powerful existence, erupting with a piercing sound.
Another utterly different and hair-raising world was forcibly projected into reality.
It was a world where the earth had split apart, scorching lava flowed everywhere, and the sky seemed shrouded in darkness.
Above the Vast Sky of that world hung an outrageously enormous Blood Moon, bewitching and beautiful, dazzling and radiant.
"Revive, my Great-Grandfather—"
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