The Ambition to Usurp the Throne Had Long Existed

A lineage that had lasted twenty thousand years, its perfectly ordered ranks ruined by Qian Xunyi—enough to make anyone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies explode. His Title stood out so abruptly upon the inscription. So long as Spirit Hall continued to endure, his name was destined never to be overlooked.

Seeing this Title that disrupted the formation, Qian Daoliu's mouth twitched. "Nonsense. Since you achieved your Title through the Angel Martial Soul, your Title should naturally inherit the ancestral Angel Title, not..."

"Old man, when people share the same Martial Soul, Titles pass from father to son. How could two brothers hold the same Title? Brother Ji already holds the Title Angel Douluo. As his younger brother, how could my Title overlap with his?" Qian Xunyi continued, "Since I cannot use Angel as my Title, I naturally have to find another. Our ancestor became a god by suppressing evil souls and gathering the continent's faith. You also said that, as a member of the Angel Clan, I should take this as my duty."

"Then I shall be the World-Pacifying Douluo, suppressing all rebellious enemies in the world and protecting my world." Qian Xunyi said as though it were only natural.

Qian Daoliu: "..."

Qian Xunyi's words made perfect sense, and Qian Daoliu could not refute them. After all, there had only ever been one Six-Winged Angel in each generation. Who could have expected him to be so capable that he directly produced two descendants with Six-Winged Angel Martial Souls? Past experience could not be applied to the present.

Moreover, according to Douluo tradition, Titles passed from father to son. Chen Jianjun and Chen Xin were both Sword Douluos, while father and son Tang Chen and Tang Zhen were both Clear Sky Douluos. Yet if two brothers of the same generation both became Title Douluos, only one could inherit their father's Title and glory. The other would have to establish a new Title, just as Tang Hao inherited the Clear Sky Douluo Title while his elder brother Tang Xiao took Roaring Sky as his Title.

Qian Xunji had become a Title Douluo before Qian Xunyi. At his coronation ceremony back then, he had craftily claimed the Title Angel for himself.

But Qian Xunyi did not care. Compared to inherited Titles that were all exactly alike, he preferred one with his own distinct character.

In the end, Qian Daoliu was persuaded.

Once the coronation ceremony ended and Qian Xunyi officially became a Title Douluo, Qian Daoliu said:

"Now that you have attained the rank of Title Douluo, from today onward, you shall inherit the position of Spirit Hall's Adjudicating Elder."

Qian Xunyi shook his head. "I do not intend to inherit the position of Adjudicating Elder so soon. For all these years, I have cultivated within Spirit Hall and rarely traveled outside. Now that I have become a Title Douluo, I plan to properly travel across Douluo Continent before returning to Spirit Hall to inherit this position."

"You..." Qian Daoliu sighed. "Very well. Shutting yourself away to build a cart is not a good thing. It is time for you to go out, travel, and see the world. I will hold this position for you a while longer."

Qian Xunyi nodded.

There were two reasons he did not inherit the position of Adjudicating Elder.

One was that it was time for him to add Soul Rings to his other Martial Soul.

The other was that, compared with the position of Adjudicating Elder, he was far more interested in the position of Pope. Qian Xunji's premonition had been correct—Qian Xunyi had already set his sights on the seat beneath his brother's ass.

More than ten years ago, when Qian Xunyi had begun displaying his unparalleled talent, Qian Daoliu had still been serving as Pope. He summoned the two brothers, Qian Xunji and Qian Xunyi, and made arrangements for their succession. The less talented Qian Xunji would inherit his position as Pope, while the more talented Qian Xunyi would inherit the position of Adjudicating Elder.

Old Qian's arrangement had not been unreasonable. The status of an Adjudicating Elder was no lower than that of the Pope, and the role came without so many mundane affairs, giving Qian Xunyi more time to cultivate.

But he did not know that Qian Xunyi had a cheat. Whether it was the eighth achievement mission or the Prestige Points after unlocking the System Shop, both required the position of Pope.

That made the brother sitting on the Pope's throne rather obstructive. He had to find a way to move him aside!

The ambition to usurp the throne had long existed. When he reached level seventy, Qian Xunyi had begun planning for it. He started gathering his own faction, setting his sights on Body Martial Spirit soul masters, who were still in their pioneering era.

People of this era did not understand Body Martial Spirits. Many awakenings only recorded Innate Soul Power, while the Martial Soul Awakening itself was deemed a failure.

This benefited Qian Xunyi. He possessed the Body Martial Spirit awakening method rewarded by his achievement missions. Using it, he quickly gathered the eight hundred Body Martial Spirit users who had been overlooked in this era, secretly established the Body Camp, and planted some of its strongest members throughout Spirit Hall's various departments. Some took charge of the Spirit Hall Prison Directorate, some commanded the Papal Palace Guards in Spirit City, and some were placed in the Criminal Law Division...

Everything was ready but the east wind.

Eight hundred was eight hundred. Qian Xunyi had planned to find an opportunity to give his dear brother acute iron poisoning, fail to save him, then clutch his brother's corpse and weep bitterly before his father. "I want to command all the troops under heaven..."

But then something happened that changed Qian Xunyi's plans.

That day, Qian Xunji brought a six-year-old girl before Qian Xunyi and proudly showed her off. "Little brother, her name is Bibi Dong. Her Martial Souls are the Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Eating Spider Emperor. Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power. I was lucky to find her. There is probably no one with greater talent in this era."

Qian Xunyi looked at the young Bibi Dong and offered a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Oh, congratulations, Brother Ji. What a fine disciple you have found."

"Little brother, you need to work harder too. Try to gather some talent for our Spirit Hall. They do not need to be like Dong'er, but at the very least, they should have Innate Soul Power above level eight," Qian Xunji said earnestly.

"Brother Ji, your little brother is devoted to cultivation and has no intention of taking disciples for now. My apologies." Qian Xunyi looked meaningfully at the young Bibi Dong as he spoke to Qian Xunji.

Bibi Dong's arrival made Qian Xunyi change his plan. He decided to wait and see. After all, his brother dying after being bitten by a black spider was better than failing to be saved from acute iron poisoning. At least he would not have to stain his own hands with blood. Why not?

Thus, using his journey across Douluo Continent as an excuse, he left Spirit Hall and gave the stage and space to Bibi Dong, Qian Xunji, and Yu Xiaogang—three idiots fit for a museum—to perform to their hearts' content.

A Jie, his face covered in burly flesh, walked shirtless into the sauna room. Steam filled the place. This was one of the Body Camp's secret contact points.

Three big shots were sitting inside, playing Fight the Landlord.

One wore a hat and had a square face and a gloomy expression. At a glance, he did not look like someone to be trifled with. His name was Red Star, a Body Camp powerhouse. His Body Martial Spirit was the Flame Body, and he was an eighty-second-level Soul Douluo.

One was a young man who looked old beyond his years. Though only twenty-five, he had the face of someone in his fifties, wearing a lewd and carefree expression. His name was Huang Mian, and his Body Martial Spirit was the Flash Spirit Body. He was a seventy-seventh-level Soul Sage.

The last was a curly-haired young man with a lazy expression, someone who would not stand if he could sit and would not sit if he could lie down. His name was Qing Zhang, and his Body Martial Spirit was the Frozen Body. He was a seventy-fourth-level Soul Sage.

All of them stood at the pinnacle among Body Martial Spirits: true Body Martial Spirits. Their Martial Souls differed from the lineage inherited by Du Busi ten thousand years later only in attribute. Of the four Body Martial Spirits, one was poison, one was fire, one was light, and one was ice.