Old Bull Brand Qian Xunji

At his age, trying to regain the Angel God's favor was somewhat of a fantasy.

Qian Daoliu knew that he had a granddaughter, Qian Renxue, whose talent was exceptional. Setting Qian Chenzhou aside, she was considered the strongest person in Spirit Hall, and he could not help feeling tempted.

"This matter still requires your elder brother's opinion."

Although he was the father, marriage was a major matter, and Ji'er's own opinion naturally had to be sought.

"Father, Qian Renxue must be born. We cannot delay."

"Why?" Qian Daoliu asked.

Even the six worshippers turned their gazes toward him. They did not understand why Qian Chenzhou was in such a hurry, much less why a child like him was worrying over so much.

"Because our opponent is not Tang San, who had only just become a god." Qian Chenzhou frowned slightly. "He is Tang San, who had already been the Asura God King for many years and had been plotting to seize control of the God Realm."

"Although I do not know how much he will remember after returning, it would be best if the original rules remained the same, or at least mostly the same."

The six worshippers could not help recalling the tragic ends they had heard about from their eldest brother. While feeling indignant, they were also filled with concern for the future.

They represented far more than themselves. Each of them had relatives and a clan behind them.

Given their positions in Spirit Hall, the clans behind them could live very well.

Once Spirit Hall, this towering tree, fell, their clans would inevitably be purged.

Whether for themselves or their clans, Qian Xunji had to get married!

"Big Brother, let's do it this way." Golden Crocodile spoke first, his eyes flickering. "We can just inform Ji'er afterward."

"Big Brother, I also think this is how it should be done!"

"Big Brother, let's go with this."

The six worshippers spoke at once. Clearly, they had no objections to Qian Chenzhou's arrangements.

"Fine, then we'll do it this way." Qian Daoliu waved his hand. "You handle the arrangements."

"Alright."

"Chenzhou, we can't leave this sort of thing to you. Let your uncles arrange a marriage for your brother." Light Plume Douluo spoke with a grin.

"Chenzhou will follow my uncles' arrangements."

Inside the palace, Qian Chenzhou began attempting to compress his soul power. Having long memorized the circulation route of soul power, he continually tried to merge his spiritual power into it and guide it.

Several days passed in a row, and he finally made a little progress.

Under the perception of his spiritual power, his soul power resembled drifting mist. It was scattered, shapeless, and only a thin layer.

His spiritual power continuously guided it, gathering and compressing the soul power.

It gradually changed from its previous loose, mist-like state into condensed fog.

Unfortunately, this was only a small-scale attempt. Once his spiritual power dispersed, the mist gradually thinned and returned to its previous state.

Qian Chenzhou opened his eyes and raised a hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, feeling slightly dizzy.

"As expected, it is still too difficult to do this now." Qian Chenzhou's eyes flickered. "But isn't this also one way of training spiritual power?"

The only drawback was that it consumed too much spiritual power. He could only rest passively and wait for it to recover, leaving him less time to cultivate.

However, his soul power was already overflowing, so it did not really slow his cultivation progress.

"Has Bibi Dong not returned yet?"

The maid standing guard beside him bowed and brought over the letters they had received, placing them before Qian Chenzhou. "Young Master, the Holy Maiden returned two days ago. She came by several times as well, but when she saw that you were cultivating, she left immediately."

"Alright."

Qian Chenzhou took the letters, opened them one by one, and began reading.

The more he read, the stranger his expression became.

The final part mentioned that Bibi Dong went to that courtyard every night, concealed her aura, and stood by the window watching Yu Xiaogang and Rong'er doing those things.

Each time, she stayed for two or three minutes before leaving. The gloom on her face could not be hidden at all.

Looking at the contents of the letter Ghost had sent back, Qian Chenzhou shook his head speechlessly.

"I really don't know whether this woman has that kind of fetish or what."

"Greetings, Your Holiness."

The guard's voice outside was not quiet, so Qian Chenzhou naturally heard it. Just as he was about to rise and open the door, it was pushed open.

Qian Xunji was dressed in an ordinary robe today, pounding his lower back with his right hand as he walked.

He came over and sat beside Qian Chenzhou.

The maid set down the tea, then silently withdrew.

Without an order, she absolutely could not remain nearby and eavesdrop on a conversation between the brothers.

Seeing Qian Xunji like that, Qian Chenzhou's eyes were full of amusement. "Big Brother, you've worked hard these past few days."

"You little brat, you've got the nerve to say that? You're pushing your own brother into a pit of fire. Am I even your real brother?" Qian Xunji took a sip from his teacup. "You're just adding to my burden, you know that?"

Thinking back to how the six uncles had come for him several days earlier, not even giving him a chance to explain before dragging him straight to a small courtyard.

Inside were women from all the major families of Spirit City. Every one of them stared at him eagerly, as if he were some delicious slab of meat. Their gazes looked as though they wanted to devour him whole.

Qian Xunji had lived for decades. When had he ever seen such a scene?

It was not until his six uncles told him that he could choose women from among them, and that whoever became pregnant with Qian Xunji's child could become a daughter-in-law of the Qian Clan.

The women's gazes became even more terrifying.

At first, Qian Xunji said it was too early. He was now the Pope, so he should not be spending his time on romantic affairs.

However, when the six worshippers said they would leave all the women behind, Qian Xunji's expression changed drastically.

He could only take the illustrated albums, learn about the family backgrounds listed within them, and eventually choose three women.

Over the past few days, he had been plowing almost every day.

The moment he stepped outside, the worshippers taking turns on guard would block his way and force him back in. Every day, a dedicated physician waited at the door to check the women's pulses and see whether any had become pregnant.

"Big Brother, how is this adding to your burden?" Qian Xunji thought of the madness of the past few days.

It had been wonderful at first, but the days that followed were simply inhuman!

He finally understood what it meant when they said there were only bulls worked to death, never fields plowed barren!

At last, after several days of his relentless assault, one of them finally became pregnant.

Only then did he get the chance to catch his breath.

"Big Brother, this is all for our Spirit Hall." Qian Chenzhou spoke blandly, without the slightest guilt. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Father about Spirit Hall's final fate, then come back and find me."

When Qian Xunji heard this, his gaze changed slightly.