"Father, this senior, he is..."
Qian Xunji, dressed in a luxurious Pope Robe and wearing a Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, asked with a bewildered expression.
He had originally come here brimming with fury and the Pope's majesty, intending to kill the intruder.
Yet upon seeing the utterly bizarre scene before him, he suddenly did not know what to do.
Qian Daoliu had been worrying over where to hide after just beating up his own father. Hearing this, he immediately swung his massive arm.
"Smack—" The crisp sound rang out especially loudly across White Jade Plaza.
Qian Daoliu swung his elbow around and gave Qian Xunji a solid slap to the back of the head.
That slap even knocked the Purple Gold Crown crooked on the head of the Pope, who stood so high in the eyes of Soul Masters.
"What are you still standing around for?! You disrespectful brat, do you have no sense at all?!"
Qian Daoliu glared furiously and roared, "This is your biological grandfather! Get over here and pay your respects!"
"Huh? Ah... what?!"
The slap left Qian Xunji seeing stars. He stared blankly at his father.
Holding the back of his head, which throbbed faintly with pain, his mind had completely crashed. He clearly had not processed what was happening at all.
My grandfather? Qian Wushuang? But... hadn't my grandfather passed away before I was even born?
His remains are still buried in the Hall of Douluo.
And this middle-aged man in front of me has a ruddy complexion and vigorous vitality. No matter how I look at him, he seems about the same age as me!
Seeing the look in his father's eyes as though he wanted to devour someone, Qian Xunji could only force down the countless questions in his heart.
There had to be a reason his father was doing this, and his father would never joke about such important matters!
Besides, the bloodline resonance stemming from the Six-Winged Angel bloodline could not be fake. This man before him was likely truly his grandfather.
"Your grandson, Qian Xunji... pays respects to Grandfather!" Qian Xunji adjusted his appearance slightly, then dropped to one knee and bowed to Qian Wushuang.
"Grandfather, how exactly did he come back to life?" His heart was filled with confusion. Could the dead really return to life?
Not only him—even Qian Daoliu and the six Consecrated Elders were filled with doubts. Resurrection after death? This simply defied all common sense!
"Hahaha! Good! Good child, rise quickly."
Qian Wushuang looked at the dignified, imposing grandson before him, whose cultivation had reached Rank 95, and burst into hearty laughter.
He used Soul Power to help Qian Xunji to his feet, his gaze filled with appreciation and affection for a younger generation member.
"Not bad. Truly not bad!"
"As expected of the Qian Clan's bloodline. Though your talent is a little lacking, you possess the bearing and poise I had in my youth!" Qian Wushuang nodded in satisfaction.
But if he learned that this grandson before him, who looked like a proper gentleman, had committed beastly acts behind the scenes—
He would likely draw his sword and split this black cotton ball in two, purging the family!
The Qian Clan of Spirit Hall had produced upright and honorable people generation after generation.
So how had a black cotton ball sprung out from this bunch of white cotton balls?
Seeing that his father was still in a relatively good mood, Qian Daoliu cautiously stepped forward and asked, "Father, now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up..."
"Shouldn't you explain just how you... came back from the dead?"
At that point, Qian Daoliu looked aggrieved. "Back then, it was your son who personally prepared your body, sealed your coffin, and finally buried you."
"I even clearly remember how many silver nails were on your coffin lid. You suddenly came back to life... so you can't blame me for mistaking you for some evil spirit."
"If you had seen your own grandfather suddenly come back to life back then, you probably would have done something even more excessive than I did."
"So, Father, explain it. How exactly did you come back to life?!"
As soon as he said this, Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other five Consecrated Elders, along with Qian Xunji, who had just risen, all held their breaths and strained their ears.
This was the great secret of bringing back the dead! If Spirit Hall could fully master it, would they not soar to supremacy over the continent on the spot?!
Qian Wushuang looked at the aggrieved Qian Daoliu and felt somewhat guilty as well. If he had not suddenly appeared like this, such a farce would never have happened.
"Well, it's a long story, so let's make it short. It only takes a few sentences."
"Even this old man finds the matter unbelievable, like a dream."
"But no matter what, the reality is that this old man is standing alive and well before you."
"When I first came back to life, I was utterly confused. I even thought it was a fantasy before death."
Qian Daoliu: "..."
Qian Xunji: "..."
The Consecrated Elders: "..."
Everyone's faces darkened. So even the old man himself had no idea? Was he just speaking in riddles to them?
"Cough, cough—" Seeing their expressions as though they were constipated, Qian Wushuang's old face reddened. He explained, "Enough nonsense. This matter was all thanks to Xiao Ji!"
"Huh? How does this involve me? How come I don't know about it, Grandfather?" Qian Xunji pointed at himself.
I didn't seem to do anything today, did I?
I was only reviewing documents in the Pope Palace. How did I become the hero behind Grandfather's resurrection?
Could it be that I, Qian Xunji, possess some unimaginable, heaven-defying ability that no one else knows about?!
"Of course!" Qian Wushuang said matter-of-factly. "If you brat had not done so well and given me such two precious, lively great-grandchildren, this old man would still be lying down below."
Having said that, Qian Wushuang stopped keeping them in suspense and told everyone present all about Qian Renheng's awakened twin mutated Martial Souls—especially the heaven-defying ability of the Death Angel Martial Soul—and how the siblings had dug open his grave that night before ultimately using its Martial Soul ability to revive him.
The scene was terrifyingly silent. One could hear a needle drop. Only the sound of the night wind echoed through the air, yet it could not dispel the shock in everyone's hearts.
The more they listened, the more their scalps tingled.
Xiao Heng's mutated Martial Soul actually possessed such a terrifying ability—one that defied the laws of heaven and reversed yin and yang, life and death?!
Most importantly, since Xiao Heng possessed such a heaven-defying ability, why had he not given them a heads-up first?
If Qian Renheng had informed them in advance and said, "Grandfather, I'm going to dig up Great-Grandfather and revive him,"
This entire group would absolutely have beaten drums and gongs as they went to help Qian Renheng dig up the grave. After all, who would stop something that strengthened Spirit Hall's foundations?
But what happened instead?
Those two siblings had slipped out of Worship Hall in the middle of the night without making a sound, dug up Great-Grandfather in the Hall of Douluo, and even revived him.
After reviving him, they had not even come to inform them. They simply let Qian Wushuang swagger in, ultimately leading to this touching display of fatherly love and filial devotion!
Case solved!
So tonight, this group of peerless experts had fought until the world spun and the skies darkened.
Qian Daoliu had even nearly sent Qian Wushuang back to the underworld with the Angel Holy Sword. The culprits behind it all were those two bold, troublemaking siblings!
"Creak—"
Once Qian Daoliu realized this, he clenched his fists until they cracked, his expression visibly turning ugly.
Were those two little ancestors trying to saddle him, Qian Daoliu, with the infamy of beating up his elderly father?
If they had only informed him beforehand, he would not have been scolded here as though he were a dog.
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