Our Qian Family is Actually This Awesome, Able to Revive the Dead?!

"Brother, you're finally alive! After all these years, you're still... as flashy as ever!"

Qian Wushuang was so moved that tears filled his eyes. He wished he could rush up right now and give Qian Wuji a huge hug, then tell him how hard all these years had been after he left!

"Uncle!"

Qian Daoliu looked utterly helpless. He had not expected his own uncle to fail to recognize him—and even treat him like some stinking old man. Was that really all right?!

"Granduncle!"

Qian Xunji said with a smile. Seeing his own father get embarrassed made him indescribably happy right now. Of course, he was also full of curiosity toward this unfamiliar granduncle.

"Senior Wuji!" Golden Crocodile Douluo led the other five Consecrators in bowing deeply to Qian Wuji.

Golden Crocodile did know this legendary Saint Radiance Douluo, after all. He had known Qian Daoliu from early on.

As for Qingluan Douluo and the others who came after him, they had never seen Qian Wuji before. They had only heard of his deeds.

"Great-granduncle!" Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue said in childish voices, smiles on their faces.

A whole string of chaotic forms of address rang out in the hall, leaving the newly resurrected Qian Wuji completely baffled.

"Stop, stop, stop. What is all this?" Qian Wuji hurriedly waved his hands, his head aching from listening.

"What did this old man call me? Granduncle? Then isn't this man your son, Liu'er, Big Brother?!"

"And this one, what did he call me? He actually called me granduncle?! He looks like my old uncle. Then isn't he your grandson, Big Brother?!"

"And these two little ones are even more ridiculous. They actually called me great-granduncle?! Then aren't they your great-grandchildren, Big Brother?!"

Qian Wuji took one step forward, arrived beside Qian Wushuang, grabbed his arm, and said, "Big Brother, explain this to me properly. Just what kind of act are you putting on?!"

"You found an old man to play Liu'er? Found someone who looks like my old uncle to play your grandson? Found two little ones to play your great-grandchildren?!"

Qian Wushuang looked at the lively and vigorous Qian Wuji before him and could not help bursting into laughter.

He patted Qian Wuji hard on the shoulder and laughed. "Brother, it's a long story, so let's make a long story short..."

Afterward, Qian Wushuang cleared his throat and began telling Qian Wuji about his experiences over the past few days and everything that had happened.

Qian Wushuang started from Qian Renheng awakening twin martial souls, then mentioned that he had awakened the mutated angel martial soul, Death Angel, as well as his ability to revive the dead.

Then he talked about how the two little fellows had dug him out of his grave in the middle of the night and revived him.

Finally came the matter of how, after Qian Renheng absorbed his first soul ring, he could use the second Death Apostle seat to revive Qian Wuji.

After hearing his big brother's fantastical account, Qian Wuji froze where he stood and could not recover for a long time.

"So that is to say..." Qian Wuji's gaze swept over Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, Qian Renheng, and Qian Renxue.

"Not only was I already dead, I'd been dead for many years, right?! The Liu'er from back then has already grown up too."

"He became the Grand Consecrator of our Spirit Hall, accepted the Angel God's trials, completed the eighth trial, and became the Angel God's High Priest?!"

"And the current Pope of Spirit Hall is your grandson, Big Brother, my grandnephew, while I..."

"After being dead for over a hundred years, was actually revived by this six-year-old great-grandnephew of mine using his own martial soul ability?!"

Qian Wuji only found it utterly absurd. He even felt as if he were dreaming. He had been dead for so many years, yet he could actually come back to life?! Was this really not the power of a god?!

Although he had not accepted the Angel God's trials, he was, after all, the most powerful Peerless Douluo of that era.

He knew clearly just how great the gap was between a rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo and a rank one hundred deity!

That gap was like a heavenly chasm. Without entering rank one hundred, one was ultimately an ant!

And now, a six-year-old child had actually mastered a power only a god should possess?!

What an earth-shattering thing this was. Even if you dared say it, I wouldn't dare believe it!

Qian Wuji looked at his excited big brother and said doubtfully, "Big Brother, you really aren't messing with me? A six-year-old child..."

When Qian Wushuang heard this, he immediately became somewhat annoyed. His thick arm swung in a full arc and struck Qian Wuji hard across the face.

The force was so great that it sent Qian Wuji flying dozens of meters away, drawing an arc through the air.

"Boom—"

Qian Wuji smashed heavily into the wall. A smile gradually appeared on his face, and then he burst into loud laughter.

This familiar feeling, this familiar force—it hurt like hell. This was fucking not a dream, nor was it an illusion before his death. This was real!

"Brother, do you still think this is an illusion, a dream?!" Qian Wushuang withdrew his hand. He had felt something was off from just now.

So the kid had been treating all of this as an illusion, as a dream. In that case, as his big brother, he absolutely had to make his little brother recognize reality!

"Refreshing—"

Qian Wuji flipped up from the ground like a carp, a deep smile on his face.

He gently touched his faintly aching cheek. It was all real. Every fucking bit of it was real!

"I'm actually alive! Hahahaha, I've actually been resurrected! Hahahaha!!!"

"I never thought I could still come back to life after dying. With no strange illness plaguing me, I'm going to let the people of this era know what the strongest Titled Douluo means!"

"I'll also bring our Spirit Hall to even greater heights. I'm going to carry out the plan we brothers never implemented back then and complete it fully!"

Qian Wuji declared with soaring pride, his entire being excited to the extreme. Back then, if he had not contracted that strange illness and died early, the plan the two brothers had made would have succeeded long ago.

If it truly succeeded, the entire continent's power structure would undergo an earth-shattering change!

What two great empires? What bullshit sects! All of them would submit beneath the feet of their Spirit Hall!

"Are you dreaming?!" Qian Wushuang cut him off coldly. "Do you really think that just because you want to do something, you can accomplish it?!"

"This matter cannot be rushed. It requires a meticulous, comprehensive plan. Otherwise, the slightest misstep will become a super calamity that sweeps across the entire Douluo Continent!"

"When that time comes, I'd like to see how you explain it to the Angel God!"

Back then, their plan had been very simple. Of course, a simple plan did not mean it was easy to complete.

"Heh heh~" Hearing this, Qian Wuji smiled calmly and did not get angry. "My grandnephew has such a terrifying ability to resurrect the dead. Wouldn't it be easy?"

Qian Wushuang shot Qian Wuji an annoyed glare. He was still as flighty as he had been back then—but Qian Wushuang liked that!

Qian Wuji patted the dust off himself and, in one swift step, arrived before Qian Daoliu and the others.

"Not bad. A rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo. Little Liu, you've made something of yourself!"

"Hm? Little Jin is decent too. A rank ninety-eight Super Douluo. It's just that you're too old, and your potential is already exhausted. If you want to advance another step, it's practically impossible."

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Qian Wuji, seeming somewhat restrained, but Senior Wuji was right.

At his age, for his soul power rank to have reached rank ninety-eight already meant his potential was exhausted. Without a heaven-defying opportunity, it would be nearly impossible for him to advance any further.

"Not bad, not bad! These worship elders are also quite strong. They're all Super Douluo!"

Qian Wuji nodded in satisfaction, very pleased with the cultivation levels of Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the other worship elders.

Then, when he turned his gaze onto Qian Xunji, his brows abruptly furrowed as he said, "Rank ninety-five? You're my grandnephew? With innate rank-twenty soul power, this is all you've cultivated to? Are you trash?"

"Ah... I... Great-Uncle..." Hearing this, Qian Xunji was somewhat at a loss, never having expected his own great-uncle to speak about him so bluntly.

Qian Wuji sighed softly. "It's passable, I suppose. Just manage Spirit Hall properly. This old man's requirements aren't high. As long as you can cultivate to rank ninety-seven in your lifetime, that will do."

As a former supreme expert, the strongest Peerless Douluo of his era, with unparalleled talent and unmatched combat strength, just how high were his standards?!

Qian Xunji, a rank ninety-five Titled Douluo respectfully addressed by others outside as His Holiness the Pope, was no different from trash in his eyes.