My Father, Welcome Home! Huh? Not back yet, never mind.

"But... wouldn't doing that be a little risky? A ten-thousand-year soul ring and a thousand-year soul ring are fundamentally different!"

Qian Wuji said with some concern, "A ten-thousand-year-level soul beast already possessed the beginnings of intelligence."

"After they died, a large amount of resentment would remain within the soul ring, and that resentment would turn into a dangerous soul shock!"

"A six- or seven-year-old child, even if their body could withstand the violent impact of a ten-thousand-year soul ring's soul power..."

"How could their fragile spiritual sea withstand the soul shock of a ten-thousand-year soul ring?!"

Qian Wushuang smiled faintly. Was that a problem? It was not a problem at all. He said with a smile, "Fragile mental strength? Unable to withstand the soul shock of a ten-thousand-year soul ring? Little brother, does that even count as an issue? Don't forget the foundation of our Spirit Hall!"

Hearing this, Qian Wuji suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had remembered something, and said in sudden realization, "Right, how did I forget about that?"

"Now that I think about it, with the tremendous foundation our Spirit Hall has accumulated over so many years..."

"Even back in our era, Spirit Hall's treasury already held a vast number of precious herbs."

"There were no end of herbs for strengthening the body's roots and nourishing the origin, or for improving mental strength!"

"Weak mental strength? That doesn't seem to be a big deal."

Their Spirit Hall was a transcendent power on the Douluo Continent, an insurmountable mountain in the soul master world.

With a legacy spanning ten thousand years, the foundation accumulated generation after generation was simply beyond imagination!

It could be said that if Spirit Hall suddenly fell apart, the resources left behind would be enough for the two great empires and the seven great clans to gorge themselves until their mouths dripped with oil!

For Spirit Hall, with its deep foundation and outrageous wealth, using a large amount of cultivation resources to pile up two soul masters whose mental strength far exceeded the standard would consume nothing more than a hair from nine oxen!

In the past, although their Spirit Hall had possessed a vast amount of cultivation resources, very little of it had actually been used.

After all, in the past, there had never been monsters like the siblings Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue, whose first and second soul rings were already thousand-year soul rings.

Thinking of this, Qian Wuji let out a long breath and became even more envious of Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue.

If only back then... if only back then, he had had such an opportunity. How wonderful would that have been?!

He raised his head and looked at the Hall of Douluo's towering dome, murmuring, "To be able to revive and personally witness this thriving new era is an honor among honors!"

"Because this era has these siblings, it will definitely be even more dazzling than ours was!"

Qian Wuji slowly lowered his head, his gaze warm as he looked at Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue.

His tone was certain as he said, "Ah~ with you two little monsters whose talents are completely unreasonable, I am convinced that the future of the Douluo Continent will ultimately belong to our Spirit Hall without the slightest suspense!"

Hearing this, Qian Wushuang also sighed with deep feeling. "Who could have imagined that our Qian family's Angel Martial Soul could mutate? And mutate so powerfully at that, actually possessing the ability to revive the dead?!"

Qian Wuji prided himself on being the strongest Peerless Douluo of his era, but even he had no choice but to admit it.

If they waited until... no, there was no need to wait until Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue grew up. Right now, he was not even qualified to carry their shoes.

After all, Qian Wuji's first and second soul rings had merely been the standard yellow-yellow rings.

Moreover, Qian Renheng also had that terrifying revival ability. How was he supposed to compare? It was simply unreasonable.

"Ahem—" Qian Daoliu gave a dry cough and looked at the two emotional elders with a calm smile.

Being able to see his father and uncle again made him happier than words could describe.

Of course, there was one person whose heart felt stifled, and that was Qian Xunji. Being called trash to his face by his great-uncle—heaven knew how depressed he felt. He was not that bad, was he?!

"Well... Little Heng." Qian Wushuang restrained his complicated emotions, his burning gaze fixed on him, as if he were admiring a rare treasure.

"Great-great-uncle? Is there something you want to say?" Qian Renheng asked with a smile.

Qian Wuji rubbed his hands together, somewhat unable to wait as he asked the question he cared about most. "Little Heng, that martial soul of yours... that martial soul revival ability, when will you be able to use it again?"

Since he and his elder brother had already completed their revival, although they were bound by Qian Renheng, they were still family, so that little flaw could be completely ignored.

Then, if they lined things up according to seniority and order, would the revival of his hot-tempered old man who hit people the moment they disagreed still be far away?!

"Great-great-uncle, don't be anxious about this."

Qian Renheng said calmly, "My revival ability is linked to my soul power rank."

"As long as I wait until my soul power rank reaches level thirty, I can use the martial soul revival ability again."

As he spoke, Qian Renheng lightly dipped his chin and pondered, "Judging by my current cultivation speed, I'm afraid it won't take long before my soul power rank naturally reaches level thirty."

His martial soul was the Angel Martial Soul, and he possessed innate soul power of level twenty. His cultivation speed was outrageously fast.

Moreover, he was also impatient to use his martial soul's revival ability again and revive another Peerless Douluo.

Right now, their Spirit Hall already possessed a full three level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo!

If they revived one more Peerless Douluo...

Then their Spirit Hall would have four level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo holding down the fort!

A full four Peerless Douluo. Such a terrifying reserve of peak combat power was simply unheard of in the entire history of Spirit Hall.

Even at the most prosperous period in Spirit Hall's history, there had been at most no more than two Peerless Douluo.

Four Peerless Douluo... what nonsense about the upper three clans joining hands to resist Spirit Hall? It was simply a fart!

What two great empires? They were nothing more than stray dogs by the roadside.

In the soul master world, Spirit Hall's word was law. No one could stop Spirit Hall from doing what it wanted!

Nor did anyone dare defy Spirit Hall. Of course, if the outside world learned how powerful Spirit Hall was now, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The two great empires would likely turn hostility into friendship and form a complete alliance, including the seven great sects. Against a Spirit Hall that powerful, if they did not unite, the result was obvious.

Everyone understood the principle that when the lips were gone, the teeth grew cold. If Spirit Hall dared destroy one faction, could the other factions still sit still?!

Qian Wuji nodded slightly, then a mischievous gleam flashed in his eyes. "I can hardly wait to see my dignified old father revived."

"When the old man comes back to life, I'm afraid he'll be just as bewildered as I was, won't he?!"

"So, Xiao Heng, Xiao Xue, you two need to hurry up and cultivate. Don't slack off. Compared with my old father's revival, what I actually want to see even more is the birth of a soul master with a ten-thousand-year third soul ring!"