Solving the Case, the Culprits Are Those Two Treasure Brother and Sister!

"Father, this senior... he is..."

Qian Xunji wore the pope's lavish robes, the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown on his head, and asked with a face full of confusion.

He had originally come here brimming with anger and the authority of the pope, intending to execute the intruder.

But when he saw the utterly disjointed scene before him, he was instantly at a loss.

Qian Daoliu was already agonizing over where to hide after having just beaten up his own father. Hearing this, he immediately swung his thick arm.

Smack— The crisp sound rang out across White Jade Plaza with particular clarity.

Qian Daoliu swung his elbow in a full arc and delivered a solid slap right to the back of Qian Xunji's head.

That slap knocked the Purple Gold Crown of this lofty Pope, revered in the hearts of soul masters, askew.

"What are you standing there for?! You insolent thing, don't you have any sense at all?!"

Qian Daoliu's eyes bulged with fury as he roared, "This is your own grandfather! Get over here and pay your respects!"

"Huh? Ah... what?!"

Qian Xunji saw stars from the slap and stared at his father in utter bewilderment.

Clutching the faintly aching back of his head, his brain crashed, clearly unable to process what had happened.

My grandfather? Qian Wushuang? But... didn't my grandfather pass away before I was even born?

The old man's remains are still buried in the Hall of Douluo.

And looking at this middle-aged man in front of me, his face is ruddy and his vitality abundant. No matter how I look at him, he seems about the same age as me!

He looked at his father's man-eating glare, and even though Qian Xunji had a hundred thousand questions in his heart, he could only force them down.

There had to be a reason his father was doing this. Besides, his father would never joke about something this serious!

Moreover, the bloodline resonance that came from the Six-Winged Angel bloodline could not be faked. The person before him was probably truly his grandfather.

"Your grandson, Qian Xunji... pays respects to Grandfather!" Qian Xunji tidied his appearance slightly, then dropped to one knee and saluted Qian Wushuang.

Grandfather, just how did he come back to life? His heart was full of doubt. Could the dead really live again?

And it was not just him. Qian Daoliu and the six great worshipers were also filled with questions at this moment. Returning from the dead? This simply defied common sense!

"Hahahaha! Good! Good child, rise."

Qian Wushuang looked at the grandson before him, dignified in bearing, imposing in manner, and with cultivation at rank ninety-five, and immediately burst into hearty laughter.

He used soul power to lift Qian Xunji up without touching him, his gaze filled with appreciation and affection for a junior.

"Not bad. Truly not bad!"

"As expected of my Qian family's bloodline. Although your talent is a little lacking, this bearing and demeanor do resemble this old man in his youth!" Qian Wushuang nodded in satisfaction.

But if he knew that this grandson before him, who looked like an upright gentleman, had done beastly things in secret...

He would probably have drawn his sword on the spot and split this black cotton ball in half, cleaning house!

Thinking of their Spirit Hall's Qian family, generation after generation, which of them had not been open and honorable?

So how had one black cotton ball popped out from among this whole pile of white cotton balls?

Seeing that his old father seemed to be in a fairly good mood, Qian Daoliu carefully edged forward and asked, "Father, now that the misunderstanding is cleared up..."

"Shouldn't you, esteemed elder, explain how exactly you... came back from the dead?"

At this point, Qian Daoliu suddenly sounded rather aggrieved. "Back then, it was your son, me, 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 treating you as an evil spirit."

"If the you from back then had seen my grandfather suddenly come back to life, you'd probably have gone even further than I did."

"So, Father, explain it. How exactly did you come back to life?!"

As soon as these words came out, Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other five worshipers, as well as Qian Xunji, who had just risen to his feet, all held their breaths and pricked up their ears.

This was a great secret of resurrection. If their Spirit Hall could fully grasp it, wouldn't their Spirit Hall soar on the spot and dominate the continent?!

Qian Wushuang looked at the aggrieved Qian Daoliu and also felt somewhat guilty. If he had not suddenly appeared, this misunderstanding would not have happened.

"Well, this is a long story, so we'll make a long story short. It's only a matter of a few sentences."

"In truth, even this old man finds the whole thing unbelievable, as if it were a dream."

"But no matter what, the reality is that this old man is standing alive and well before you."

"When this old man revived back then, I was just as confused, and even thought it was a hallucination before death."

Qian Daoliu: "..."

Qian Xunji: "..."

The worshipers: "..."

Everyone's faces darkened. So in the end, you yourself were a muddleheaded ghost? Are you here playing riddles with us?

"Ahem—" Seeing everyone's constipated expressions, Qian Wushuang's old face flushed, and he explained, "Enough idle talk. This matter is all thanks to little Ji!"

"Huh? How am I involved too? Why don't I know about it, Grandfather?" Qian Xunji pointed at himself.

Didn't it seem like he hadn't done much of anything today?

He had merely been reviewing official documents in the Pope Palace, so how had he become the great contributor to his grandfather's resurrection?

Could it be that he, Qian Xunji, possessed some unbelievable, heaven-defying ability that no one else knew about?!

"Of course!" Qian Wushuang said as if it were only natural. "If you hadn't done well and given me these two precious little great-grandchildren, this old man would still be lying down below."

After saying that, Qian Wushuang stopped keeping them in suspense. He told everyone present all about Qian Renheng's awakened twin mutated martial souls, especially the heaven-defying power of that Death Angel martial soul, as well as how the two children had dug open his grave tonight and finally used the martial soul ability to resurrect him.

The scene was terrifyingly quiet, so silent you could hear a pin drop. Only the sound of the night wind rang out, yet it could not blow away the shock in everyone's hearts.

The more everyone listened, the more their scalps tingled.

Little Heng's mutated martial soul actually had such a terrifying ability that defied the natural order of heaven, reversing yin and yang, life and death?!

Most importantly, since Little Heng had this heaven-defying skill, why had he not given them a hint first?

If Qian Renheng had just informed them in advance and said, "Grandpa, I'm going to dig Great-Grandfather out and resurrect him for a bit," they absolutely would have gone banging gongs and beating drums to help Qian Renheng dig the grave. After all, who would stop something that strengthened Spirit Hall's foundation like this?

But what had happened instead?

Those two siblings were really something. In the middle of the night, without saying a word, they had secretly slipped out of the Consecration Hall on their own, dug their great-grandfather out in the Hall of Douluo, and even resurrected him.

After resurrecting him, they had not come to notify them either. They had simply let Qian Wushuang swagger in, ultimately leading to this little scene of filial father and son affection!

Case solved!

So it turned out that tonight, this group of peerless powerhouses had fought until heaven and earth seemed to turn dark.

Qian Daoliu had even nearly used the Angel Holy Sword to send Qian Wushuang right back to the underworld. The culprits behind it all were precisely these two outrageously bold siblings, who feared the world would not be chaotic enough!

Creak—

After Qian Daoliu came back to his senses, his fists clenched until his knuckles cracked, and his expression visibly darkened.

Were these two little ancestors trying to make him, Qian Daoliu, bear the infamy of beating up his own old father?

If only they had notified him beforehand, he would not have ended up here being scolded like a dog.