One Palm Splits the Grave, One Kick Flings Open the Coffin, Come Out, Old Man!

Qian Wuji strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the two little ones before him. He grinned and said, "Xiao Heng, Xiao Xue, it's been months. Did you miss your great-great-uncle?"

"I did~" Qian Renxue said in a soft, sticky voice.

Qian Renheng looked at this flamboyantly dressed great-great-uncle before him and smiled calmly. "Great-great-uncle, so you still remembered to come back?"

"While you were gone, great-grandfather talked about you quite a lot."

"He said you vanished the moment you ran off, and who knew where you were out there enjoying yourself." Qian Renheng enunciated every word.

Qian Wuji's old face reddened at that. Having his shortcomings exposed in public was clearly extremely embarrassing for him. "What is all this nonsense?"

"Don't listen to your great-grandfather's nonsense. When your great-great-uncle went out, it was to handle serious business, not to travel around for fun."

"Right, right, right." Qian Renheng held back his laughter and went along with him. "Great-great-uncle went out to gather material and seek artistic inspiration."

"After all, great-grandfather said that back in the day, Great-great-uncle, you were the genuine great painter of our Spirit Hall. Your strength was formidable, but your painting skill was even above your strength!"

After being teased like this by Qian Renheng, Qian Wuji's face was covered in black lines, and he looked toward his elder brother.

He truly could not figure out how to refute this sharp-tongued little monster.

"Why are you looking at me?" Qian Wushuang shrugged and said with a smile, "Did I say anything that wasn't true?"

Hearing that, Qian Wuji simply changed the subject and cut straight to the point. "All right, all right, Xiao Heng, stop making fun of your great-great-uncle."

"I heard your soul power level has already reached level thirty, right?!"

Qian Renheng put away his joking mood and nodded seriously, confirming it.

"Hiss—" Although he had already known in advance, after confirming it face-to-face, Qian Wuji still could not help sucking in a cold breath.

"Xiao Heng, tell your great-great-uncle honestly, just how exactly do you cultivate? Your speed is absurdly fast!"

"In three months, you forced your soul power up by three whole levels. That's three levels as a Grand Soul Master!"

"Why is cultivation as easy as drinking water for you? Even your great-great-uncle back then wasn't as fast as you!"

Qian Renheng smiled, then repeated in full the same explanation he had once given Qian Wushuang, telling it all to Qian Wuji.

"Detached Martial Souls... actually have such heaven-defying, logic-defying uses?!"

After listening, Qian Wuji was completely numb and could not help murmuring in a low voice, "A martial soul can refine the free soul power between heaven and earth on its own?"

"This... according to what you're saying, even if you slept every day and did nothing at all, your cultivation speed would still be more than twice that of others!"

"You really are a monster through and through, born to break common sense." Qian Wuji looked at Qian Renheng, his eyes filled with shock and admiration.

"And me, and me, Great-great-uncle!" Xiao Xue raised her hand high at this moment. "Xiao Xue is very strong too, and works very hard too. My soul power level is twenty-nine now!"

"Hahahaha! Of course! Our little Xue is just as outstanding. Your brother's is purely the mechanism of his martial soul, but yours is genuine talent and effort!"

Qian Wuji reached out dotingly and rubbed Qian Renxue's head, smiling as he said, "Even without a Detached Martial Soul and that kind of idle cultivation mechanism..."

"Our Xiao Xue's cultivation speed isn't slow in the slightest. This came from hardship and sweat ordinary people can hardly imagine. A six-year-old level twenty-nine Soul Master is just as unprecedented!"

After hearing about the special nature of Qian Renheng's martial soul, he was surprised that Qian Renxue could barely keep up with Qian Renheng's leveling speed.

In his heart, Qian Wuji was extremely astonished.

After all, if Qian Renheng also cultivated diligently, his cultivation speed would be more than three times that of others!

For Xiao Xue to still be chasing so closely, it was clear just how much effort this little girl had put in behind the scenes.

A six-year-old level twenty-nine Grand Soul Master, a six-year-old level thirty quasi-Soul Elder—this pair of siblings could only be described as terrifying beyond measure, with boundless futures, shaking the past and dazzling the present.

After praising the two juniors, Qian Wuji rubbed his hands together and stated his true purpose.

"Xiao Heng, your soul power level has already reached the level thirty threshold. Does that mean you can use that ability to resurrect the dead again?"

"Naturally." Qian Renheng smiled knowingly. How could he not know what this great-great-uncle of his was plotting?

"Actually, I've wanted to resurrect great-great-grandfather for a long time. The only reason I never did it was that I was waiting for you, elder."

At that, Qian Wuji's old face became a little hard to maintain. Who could have imagined this little monster's cultivation speed would be so fast?

If he had known this earlier, he would have come back sooner. Why was he still outside painting those damned landscapes?

"Then what are we waiting for? There's no time to lose. Let's go now." Qian Wuji urged impatiently.

The four of them immediately left the training ground and headed toward Consecration Hall with swift, decisive efficiency.

After calling Qian Daoliu from Consecration Hall, the group then detoured to Pope Palace, taking Qian Xunji, who was reviewing official documents, along with them as well.

This resurrection held extraordinary significance, so they did not call the other consecrators. Everyone accompanying them was a direct-line blood descendant of the Qian family, pure and proper.

The group arrived at Hall of Douluo in grand procession.

As soon as they stepped into this solemn and dignified great hall, Qian Wuji broke away from the group and sprinted toward a tombstone deep within the cemetery.

Several lines of words were impressively carved on this tombstone.

[Angel Douluo: Tomb of Qian Yanyan]

[Life Experience: XXXth-generation Pope of Spirit Hall, level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo...]

Buried here was the father of Qian Wushuang and Qian Wuji, Qian Daoliu's grandfather, Qian Xunji's great-grandfather, and Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue's great-great-grandfather—Qian Yanyan!

"Old man! Your son has come to see you!"

Qian Wuji stood before the tombstone, the corners of his mouth curving into an exaggerated arc as he even let out a strange, cackling laugh.

He had to ask—was there anything in this world more thrilling, more filial, than personally digging up his own father's grave with perfect justification?

Qian Wuji was so excited his whole body trembled. He did not use a shovel. Instead, his gaze sharpened, and he suddenly raised his right hand, the formidable soul power of a rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo gathering in his palm!

Boom—

With one palm strike, accompanied by a series of deafening rumbles, the terrifying force blasted the ground open!

Dirt flew everywhere, and a huge pit exploded into existence on the spot. Lying inside it was, shockingly, a coffin.

And that was not all.

With a tap of his toes, Qian Wuji floated lightly down into the deep pit. He lifted his right foot, aimed it at the coffin lid, and delivered a clean, decisive front kick!

Bang—

The coffin lid, which had originally fit perfectly tight, was kicked more than a dozen meters away by that one blow.

As the coffin was opened, a well-preserved skeleton, its surface giving off a faint sheen, appeared before everyone.

The entire place fell dead silent.

Everyone's gazes did not fall on the skeleton. Instead, as one, they looked at Qian Wuji standing beside the coffin with a very particular expression.

Qian Daoliu swallowed. Qian Xunji shrank his neck back. Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue widened their eyes.

"Little brother..."

Looking at the coffin that had been violently dismantled, Qian Wushuang's mouth twitched wildly as he said, "I know you're anxious... but aren't you being a little too anxious? A little too rough?"

"This is our own father's grave! And you just used one palm and one kick to invite our dad out?!"