Listen to me, thank you, without you, there would be no me.

Qian Renheng drew in a deep breath and, in the briefest words possible, told Qian Wushuang everything about how he had awakened twin martial souls today.

And how he had used his martial soul's ability to reverse yin and yang and resurrect the dead.

"Ha ha ha ha ha—"

When Qian Wushuang heard this, he immediately burst into hearty laughter. "Who would've thought? Who would've thought that our Qian family could actually awaken a martial soul with such heaven-defying power!"

"Resurrecting the dead? And preserving their peak combat strength? They'll even obey you completely?"

"Incredible. Truly incredible! The power of this martial soul far surpasses the Six-Winged Angel martial soul passed down by our ancestors!"

After all, the Six-Winged Angel martial soul did not possess the ability to resurrect the dead while preserving the peak combat strength they had in life.

He lowered his head and looked at his dug-open grave. Not only was there no anger in him, he even gave the two little ones a thumbs-up!

"Xiao Heng, Xiao Xue, this grave was dug well! Even if you two jumped around on top of it, your great-grandfather here would still have to praise you for jumping well!"

"If you siblings hadn't been bold enough to come dig up your great-grandfather's grave, these old bones of mine would still be down there eating dirt. How else would I get to see this world again?"

Rules? Filial piety? In the face of resurrection, all of that was damn nonsense!

Qian Wushuang looked at the adorable brother and sister, and his gaze became gentler than ever before. He looked exactly like an elderly grandfather watching his juniors.

Of course, judging by his age before death, he was an elderly grandfather.

He stepped forward and stretched out his broad, powerful hand, moving with extreme gentleness as he stroked the siblings' heads.

"My good great-grandson, with a heaven-defying martial soul like yours, why would we ever worry that Spirit Hall can't rise even higher!"

After his excitement passed, as a former pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Wushuang quickly grasped the key point.

He looked at Qian Renheng with burning eyes. "Good great-grandson, does this martial soul ability of yours have any restrictions?"

If there were no restrictions, wouldn't that mean that as long as Qian Renheng took a stroll through the Consecration Hall, he could resurrect all the past popes and consecrators of Spirit Hall?

One had to know that as long as the past popes of Spirit Hall had not died young, they were basically peerless Douluo!

Their Spirit Hall possessed the inheritance of the Angel God, and every era could steadily produce peerless Douluo.

This was why Spirit Hall had endured without decline, its inheritance lasting ten thousand years while still remaining powerful!

Even if it suffered a brief decline, as long as they waited for the next peerless Douluo to appear, they could reverse the downturn!

If Qian Renheng resurrected all the Titled Douluo here, wouldn't that mean

he could form a terrifying army made up of peerless Douluo?

If such an army existed, with every member a peerless Douluo, wouldn't the entire Douluo Continent have to change its surname to Qian?

This was something he had wanted to do back then but had never accomplished—something that had even died in the womb!

"Great-grandfather, how could such a heaven-defying ability possibly have no restrictions?" Qian Renheng smiled bitterly.

He wanted that too. How wonderful would it be if this ability had no restrictions? He would turn the entire Douluo Continent world into a hacked version!

"First, the prerequisite for my martial soul ability, Death Realm, to resurrect the dead is that the corpse and bones must be complete!"

"In other words, there can't be any missing parts at all. Even if a single finger bone is missing, the resurrection ritual will be declared a failure."

"Second, and what I consider the greatest restriction."

"For every ten levels my soul power increases, Death Realm can condense one Death Apostle seat."

"My current soul power rank is twenty, which means two Death Apostle seats. Even when I reach Titled Douluo, I'll have at most only nine Death Apostle seats."

"In other words, at the absolute most, I can only resurrect nine people. The seats are extremely precious!"

"You can only use two right now? Two is enough!" When Qian Wushuang heard this, he was instantly wild with joy, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

"Then what are we waiting for? I'll dig out your great-great-uncle right now, Xiao Heng! Hurry and resurrect him!"

"He was my full younger brother from the same mother. Back then, his talent was just as unmatched."

"He reached peerless Douluo even earlier than I did. If we're purely talking talent, I was inferior to him. He was far stronger than me!"

"If heaven hadn't envied his talent and he hadn't contracted some unknown strange illness, dying young and falling so early..."

"In short, leave the grave digging to your great-grandfather!" When Qian Wushuang spoke of his younger brother, grief appeared on his face.

How much did he miss his younger brother?

Back then, the two brothers, two great peerless Douluo, had worked together with ambitions that could swallow the world.

Unfortunately, before their plan could be carried out, his younger brother contracted that strange illness and died early. The plan died in the womb.

Qian Renheng helplessly shook his head and pointed at his own legs, which were still trembling. "Great-grandfather, don't get excited yet. Listen to me first."

"Even if I have the ability to resurrect great-great-uncle right now, I still can't do it. Using the resurrection ability consumes a tremendous amount from me and my martial soul, and I need time to recover!"

"Also, if I want to use the second Death Apostle seat, I must obtain my first soul ring. Otherwise, I can't activate it," Qian Renheng explained.

"Great-grandfather, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, Grandpa will take Xiao Xue and me to Star Dou Forest to hunt soul beasts and obtain soul rings. Once I become a soul master, it won't be too late to resurrect great-great-uncle."

"I see..." Qian Wushuang was not disappointed, suppressing the urge in his heart to immediately uncover his younger brother's grave.

He regained the composure of a peerless Douluo. "There's really no hurry. Besides, when it comes to hunting spirit beasts, tomorrow your great-grandfather will take you himself!"

"Well, Great-grandpa..." Qian Renxue lifted her swanlike neck, a sly glint flashing through her eyes. "Great-grandpa, look, tonight my brother and Xiao Xue risked having our legs broken by Dad and Grandpa."

"We worked so hard to dig you out and revive you. As our elder, shouldn't you give us a little reward?"

After hearing the girl's words, Qian Wushuang burst into hearty laughter.

"A reward? Of course you deserve a reward! You siblings took such a risk to revive an old relic like me."

"You let me see this beautiful world again. No matter how you put it, I ought to give you a grand gift!"

"You little girl are quite clever." With a grand wave of his hand, Qian Wushuang said with soaring boldness, "Go on, girl. What reward do you want?"

"Spirit bones? Heavenly treasures? Rare gemstones? A rare-bloodline spirit beast pet? As long as it exists in this world, your great-grandfather can get it for you!"

A peerless Douluo—and one who had lived a second life at that—had strength that was hard to imagine.

And because he had been revived by the Death Realm, he practically possessed an undying and indestructible ability.

After death, he could directly rely on his Death Apostle seat to revive again within the Death Realm.

As long as Qian Renheng did not die, he would remain in an absolutely undying state.

What dangerous lands? What forbidden zones for humans? What evil, baleful places? He could force his way into all of them!

Spirit bones? Heavenly treasures? Rare gemstones? Rare-bloodline spirit beast pets? So many rewards.

But in the end, the simple Qian Renxue chose a reward that was extremely easy to obtain.

She showed a brilliant smile. "Great-grandpa, Xiao Xue wants gold spirit coins. Lots and lots of gold spirit coins, the kind I can never spend all of."

"Gold spirit coins?" Qian Wushuang was clearly stunned when he heard this. He had imagined countless peerless treasures.

He had even been planning to rely on his undying body to go to those places and bring them back. Yet in the end, he had not expected this girl to only want money.

"Ahem... It's just money. Simple!" Qian Wushuang came back to himself and said with a smile, "Since you call me Great-grandpa, then Qian Daoliu is your grandfather. Is he still the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall now?!"

"What kind of job is he doing? Does he still want to keep it or not?"

"To think he'd let such an adorable great-granddaughter of mine lack spending money? Our Spirit Hall has a vast family business and more gold spirit coins than we can spend. How can he be so stingy?"

"Great-grandpa, the current Supreme Pontiff isn't my grandpa. It's my dad, Qian Xunji. He's a rank ninety-five Title Douluo."

Qian Renxue answered truthfully when she heard him.

"Qian Xunji? A rank ninety-five Title Douluo? So weak?" Qian Wushuang frowned slightly. "Looks like he's the grandson Liu'er gave me."

"Spirit Hall belongs to our Qian family. Gold spirit coins? We have more of that sort of thing than we can spend. Our Spirit Hall has plenty."

"Tomorrow morning, Great-grandpa will take Xiao Xue to the treasury. How about that? Xiao Xue can take as much as she wants!"

"Heehee! Thank you, Great-grandpa!" Qian Renxue smiled happily until her eyes curved into crescent moons. To her, she truly could not think of what she should ask for, mainly because she was still too young.

Of course, there was one exception, and that was Qian Renheng. He had the soul of an adult, after all. Since Great-grandpa was letting them fleece him, then how could he not fleece him for all he was worth?!