Qian Renheng took a deep breath and briefly told Qian Wushuang everything about how he had awakened Twin Martial Souls today.
He also told him how he had used his Martial Soul's ability, Reverse Yin Yang, to bring the dead back to life.
"HAHAHAHA—"
Qian Wushuang burst into hearty laughter. "Who would have thought it? Who would have thought that our Qian Clan could awaken a Martial Soul with such heaven-defying abilities!!!"
"Revive the dead? Preserve their peak combat strength? And make them obey you completely?"
"Amazing, truly amazing! This Martial Soul is far stronger than the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul passed down through our ancestors!"
After all, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had no ability to revive the dead while preserving their peak strength from when they were alive.
He looked down at his excavated grave. Not only was he not angry, but he even gave the two children 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 would praise you for jumping well!"
"If you siblings hadn't been bold enough to dig up your Great-Grandfather's grave, these old bones of mine would still be eating dirt underground. How could I have seen this world again?"
What rules? What filial piety? Before resurrection, they were all damned nonsense!
Qian Wushuang looked at the adorable brother and sister, his gaze gentler than ever, just like an elderly grandfather looking upon his descendants.
Of course, judging by his age before death, he was indeed an old grandfather.
He stepped forward and extended his broad, powerful hands, gently stroking the siblings' heads.
"Good great-grandchildren, with your heaven-defying Martial Soul, why should we worry that Spirit Hall cannot rise to even greater heights!"
Once his excitement subsided, Qian Wushuang, once the Pope of Spirit Hall, quickly grasped the key issue.
His eyes burned as he looked at Qian Renheng. "Good great-grandson, does your Martial Soul ability have any limitations?"
If it had no limitations, wouldn't that mean that as long as Qian Renheng took a stroll through the Worship Hall,
he could revive all the previous Popes and Consecrated Elders of Spirit Hall?
One had to know that, unless they died young, Spirit Hall's past Popes were basically all Ultimate Douluos!
Spirit Hall possessed the Angel God's inheritance and could reliably produce Ultimate Douluos in every generation.
That was why Spirit Hall had endured for ten thousand years and remained powerful to this day!
Even if it temporarily declined, as long as the next Ultimate Douluo emerged, they could reverse the situation!
If Qian Renheng revived all the Title Douluos here, wouldn't that mean
he could form a terrifying army made entirely of Ultimate Douluos?
With such an army, with every member an Ultimate Douluo, wouldn't all of Douluo Continent have to take the Qian surname?
This was something he had wanted to accomplish back then but never had, something that had died before it could even begin!
"Great-Grandfather, how could such a heaven-defying ability possibly have no restrictions?" Qian Renheng smiled bitterly.
He wished it had no restrictions too. He could have turned the entire world of Douluo Continent into a hacked game!
"First of all, for my Martial Soul ability, Death Realm, to revive the dead, the corpse and bones must be intact!"
"In other words, there cannot be any missing parts. Even if a single finger bone is absent, the resurrection ritual will fail."
"Second, and what I consider the greatest limitation."
"Every time my Soul Power increases by ten levels, Death Realm can condense one Death Apostle Seat."
"My current Soul Power Level is twenty, meaning I have two Death Apostle Seats. Once I become a Title Douluo, I will have no more than nine Death Apostle Seats."
"In other words, at most, I can only revive nine people. The seats are extremely precious!"
"Only two can be used right now? Two are enough!" Qian Wushuang was instantly overjoyed and thumped his chest.
"Then what are we waiting for? I'll dig up your Uncle-Grandfather right now. Xiao Heng, hurry up and revive him!"
"He was your Great-Grandfather's full-blooded younger brother. Back then, his talent was equally unparalleled."
"He reached Ultimate Douluo before I did. In terms of talent alone, I was no match for him. He was far stronger than I was!"
"If not for heaven envying genius and that unknown strange illness that took his life young..."
"In any case, leave the grave-digging to your Great-Grandfather!" When Qian Wushuang spoke of his younger brother, sorrow appeared on his face.
How much did he miss his younger brother?
Back then, the two brothers had been two Ultimate Douluos, united in purpose and capable of swallowing the world.
Sadly, before their plan could be carried out, his younger brother had contracted a strange illness and died young, leaving the plan stillborn.
Qian Renheng helplessly shook his head and pointed at his still-trembling legs. "Great-Grandfather, don't get excited yet. Listen to me first."
"Even if I can revive Uncle-Grandfather now, I am powerless to do so. Using the resurrection ability consumes an enormous amount of my strength 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 cannot activate it." Qian Renheng explained.
"Great-Grandfather, tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, Grandfather will take Xiao Xue and me to the Star Dou Forest to hunt Soul Beasts and obtain Soul Rings. Once I become a Soul Master, it will not be too late to revive Uncle-Grandfather."
"I see..." Qian Wushuang was not disappointed. He suppressed the urge to immediately open his younger brother's grave.
He regained the composure of an Ultimate Douluo. "There truly is no rush. Besides, tomorrow your Great-Grandfather will personally take you to hunt Soul Beasts!"
"Great-Grandfather..." Qian Renxue lifted her graceful neck, a mischievous glint flashing through her eyes. "Great-Grandfather, Brother and Xiao Xue risked having our legs broken by Father and Grandfather tonight."
"We worked so hard to dig you out and revive you. As an elder, shouldn't Great-Grandfather give us a reward?"
After hearing the little girl's words, Qian Wushuang laughed heartily.
"A reward? Of course there must be a reward! You siblings took such risks to revive an old man from a bygone era like me."
"You let me see this beautiful world again. No matter what, I should give you a grand gift!"
"You little girl are quite clever." Qian Wushuang waved a hand grandly. "Tell me, girl, what reward do you want?"
"Spirit Bones? Heavenly treasures? Rare gemstones? Soul Beast pets with rare bloodlines? As long as it exists in this world, your Great-Grandfather can bring it back for you!"
An Ultimate Douluo, and one who had lived a second life at that—his strength was beyond imagination.
Moreover, because he had been revived by Death Realm, he practically possessed an undying, indestructible ability.
After dying, he could directly revive within Death Realm through the Death Apostle Seat.
As long as Qian Renheng did not die, he would be absolutely immortal.
What dangerous lands? What human forbidden zones? What vicious, evil places? He could venture into all of them!
Spirit Bones? Heavenly treasures? Rare gemstones? Soul Beast pets with rare bloodlines? There were so many rewards.
Yet the innocent Qian Renxue ultimately chose a reward that was very easy to obtain.
She flashed a brilliant smile. "Great-Grandfather, Xiao Xue wants Gold Soul Coins. Lots and lots of Gold Soul Coins, the kind that can never be spent."
"Gold Soul Coins?" Qian Wushuang was clearly stunned. He had imagined countless peerless treasures.
He had even planned to rely on his Undying Body to retrieve them from those places, yet he had never expected that this little girl only wanted money.
"Ahem... Isn't it just money? Easy!" Qian Wushuang came back to his senses and laughed. "You call me Great-Grandfather, so Qian Daoliu is your grandfather. Is he still the Pope of Spirit Hall?!"
"What kind of job is he doing? Does he still want the position?"
"How could he let my adorable great-granddaughter lack spending money? Spirit Hall has so many Gold Soul Coins that we cannot spend them all. How could he be so stingy?"
"Great-Grandfather, the current Pope is not my grandfather. It is my father, Qian Xunji. He is a level ninety-five Title Douluo."
Qian Renxue answered honestly.
"Qian Xunji? A level ninety-five Title Douluo? So weak?" Qian Wushuang frowned slightly. "It seems this is the grandson Liu'er bore for me."
"Spirit Hall belongs to our Qian Clan. Gold Soul Coins? We have more than we can spend."
"Tomorrow morning, your Great-Grandfather will take Xiao Xue to the treasury. Xiao Xue can take as much as she wants!"
"Hehe! Thank you, Great-Grandfather!" Qian Renxue's eyes curved into crescents with joy. For her, she truly could not think of anything else she wanted, mainly because she was still too young.
Of course, one person was an exception: Qian Renheng. He had the soul of an adult. Since his Great-Grandfather was inviting them to fleece him, how could he not fleece him for all he was worth?!
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