"Little brother, you're finally alive! After all these years, you're still... such a flirt!"
Qian Wushuang was so moved that tears filled his eyes. He could not wait to rush over, give Qian Wuji a huge hug, and tell him how difficult his life had been since Qian Wuji left.
"Uncle!"
Qian Daoliu looked utterly helpless. He had not expected his uncle to fail to recognize him and even mistake him for some old geezer!
"Great-Uncle!"
Qian Xunji said with a smile. Seeing his father get embarrassed made him incredibly happy. Of course, he was also full of curiosity toward this unfamiliar great-uncle.
"Senior Wuji!" Golden Crocodile Douluo led the other five Consecrated Elders in a deep bow toward Qian Wuji.
Golden Crocodile knew this legendary Saint Radiance Douluo, after all, because he had known Qian Daoliu for a long time.
As for Azure Luan Douluo and the others behind him, they had never seen Qian Wuji before and had only heard of his deeds.
"Uncle-Grandfather!" Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue called out in their childish voices, smiling brightly.
A string of chaotic forms of address rang through the hall, leaving the newly resurrected Qian Wuji completely bewildered.
"Stop, stop, stop! What is all this supposed to mean?" Qian Wuji hurriedly waved his hands, his head throbbing from the confusion.
"What did that old man call me? Great-Uncle? Then isn't he Liu'er, Big Brother's son?!"
"And this one, what did he call me? Great-Uncle too?! He looks like my old uncle, so isn't he Big Brother's grandson?!"
"And these two little ones are even more outrageous. They actually called me Uncle-Grandfather?! Doesn't that make them Big Brother's great-grandchildren?!"
Qian Wuji took a step forward, came to Qian Wushuang's side, grabbed his arm, and said, "Big Brother, explain this to me. What kind of act are you putting on here?!"
"You found an old man to play Liu'er? Found someone who looks like my old uncle to play your grandson? And found two little kids to play your great-grandchildren?!"
Looking at the lively, vigorous Qian Wuji before him, Qian Wushuang could not help bursting into laughter.
He forcefully patted Qian Wuji's shoulder and laughed. "Little brother, it's a long story, so let's keep it short..."
Then Qian Wushuang cleared his throat and began recounting everything he had experienced and everything that had happened over the past few days.
Qian Wushuang began with Qian Renheng awakening Twin Martial Souls, then mentioned his mutated Angel Martial Soul, the Death Angel, as well as his ability to resurrect the dead.
He then explained how the two little ones had dug him out of his grave in the middle of the night and resurrected him.
Finally, he told him how, after Qian Renheng absorbed his first Soul Ring, he had been able to use the second Death Apostle Seat to resurrect Qian Wuji.
After hearing his elder brother's fantastical account, Qian Wuji stood frozen in place for a long while, unable to come back to his senses.
"So, in other words..." Qian Wuji's gaze swept across Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, Qian Renheng, and Qian Renxue.
"Not only have I already died, but I've been dead for many years, right?! And the Liu'er from back then has already grown up."
"He became the Great Elder of our Spirit Hall, underwent the Angel God Trial, completed the eighth trial, and became the Angel God's high priestess?!"
"And the current Pope of Spirit Hall is Big Brother's grandson, my grandnephew, and I..."
"After being dead for over a hundred years, I was actually resurrected by my six-year-old grandnephew using his Martial Soul ability?!"
Qian Wuji found it utterly absurd, as though 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?!
Though he had never undergone the Angel God Trial, he had been the strongest Peerless Douluo of that era.
He knew clearly just how vast the gap was between a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo and a level-one-hundred god!
That gap was like an insurmountable chasm. Below level one hundred, all were ants!
And now, a six-year-old child possessed power that only gods should have?!
What a world-shaking, horrifying matter this was! Even if someone told him, he would not dare believe it!
Qian Wuji looked at his excited elder brother suspiciously. "Big Brother, you're really not messing with me, are you? A six-year-old child..."
At those words, Qian Wushuang immediately grew somewhat angry. He swung his massive arm in a full arc and viciously slapped Qian Wuji across the face.
The blow was so powerful 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 spread across his face, and then he burst into hearty laughter.
This familiar feeling, this familiar force—it hurt like hell. This was not a dream, nor was it some fantasy before death. This was real!
"Little brother, do you still think this is an illusion or a dream?!" Qian Wushuang withdrew his hand. He had felt something was off from the very beginning.
So this brat had thought everything was an illusion, a dream. As his elder brother, he had to make him face reality!
"Awesome—"
Qian Wuji sprang up from the ground like a carp, a broad smile on his face.
He gently rubbed his faintly aching cheek. It was all real. Every damn bit of it was real!
"I'm actually alive! Hahahaha, I've actually been resurrected! Hahahaha!!!"
"I never thought I could come back to life after dying. Without that strange illness plaguing me, I'll show the people of this era what the strongest Title Douluo truly means!"
"I'll also take our Spirit Hall even further. I'll carry out the plan that we brothers never managed to implement back then and bring it to complete fruition!"
Qian Wuji spoke with boundless confidence, thrilled beyond measure. If he had not contracted that strange illness and died so early, the plan he and his brother had made back then would have succeeded long ago.
If it were truly completed, the entire continent's landscape would undergo earth-shaking changes!
What two great empires? What damned sects? They would all submit beneath Spirit Hall's feet!
"Are you dreaming?!" Qian Wushuang interrupted coldly. "Do you really think you can accomplish whatever you want?!"
"This cannot be rushed. It requires meticulous planning in every aspect. Otherwise, a single mistake could lead to a catastrophic disaster sweeping across the entire Douluo Continent!"
"When that time comes, let's see how you explain yourself to the Angel God!"
Their plan back then had been simple, but a simple plan did not mean it was easy to accomplish.
"Hehe~" Qian Wuji smiled calmly at those words, without getting angry. "With my grandnephew's terrifying ability to resurrect the dead, won't it be easy?!"
Qian Wushuang shot Qian Wuji an exasperated glare. He was still as impulsive as he had been back then, but Qian Wushuang liked that about him!
Qian Wuji dusted himself off and rushed over to Qian Daoliu and the others in a single stride.
"Not bad. A Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo—Xiao Liuzi, you've done well!"
"Hm? Little Jin isn't bad either. A level ninety-eight Super Douluo. You're just too old, and your potential has already run dry. It's practically impossible for you to advance any further."
Golden Crocodile Douluo looked somewhat restrained before Qian Wuji, but Senior Wuji was right.
At his age, having reached Soul Power Level ninety-eight meant his potential had already been exhausted. Without an enormous stroke of fortune, it was nearly impossible for him to advance further.
"Not bad, not bad! These Consecrated Elders are quite strong too. They're all Super Douluos!"
Qian Wuji nodded approvingly, very satisfied with the cultivation of Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the other Consecrated Elders.
Then, when his gaze landed on Qian Xunji, his brows suddenly furrowed tightly.
"Level ninety-five? You're my grandnephew? With innate Soul Power Level twenty, you cultivated yourself into this? Are you trash?"
"Ah... I... Great-Uncle..." Qian Xunji was at a loss for words. He had never expected his great-uncle to speak about him so bluntly.
Qian Wuji sighed softly. "It's passable. Just manage Spirit Hall properly. This old man's standards aren't high. As long as you can reach level ninety-seven in your lifetime, that'll be enough."
As a former peerless powerhouse, the strongest Peerless Douluo of his era, with unrivaled talent and unmatched combat power, his standards were naturally incredibly high.
The level ninety-five Title Douluo Qian Xunji, whom others respectfully addressed as His Holiness the Pope, was no different from trash in his eyes.
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