Rest Assured, Bro, I've Got Your Back!

Qian Chenzhou looked at the somewhat bewildered Qian Xunji, placing his little hand on Qian Xunji's thumb. "I need you to help me with something."

Feeling that soft little hand in his palm, Qian Xunji was delighted. He patted his chest and said, "Whatever it is, just say the word. Why would brothers like us stand on ceremony? Even if you wanted the Pope's position, I'd hand it over to you once you're grown!"

Qian Daoliu looked at his eldest son and practically wanted to slap him across the forehead. Why was he telling his youngest son such things now?

Still, seeing that the brothers, despite their large age gap, had such a good relationship filled him with pride.

What he feared most was brothers turning against each other, like the Star Luo Imperial Family, where relatives fought one another. For Spirit Hall, that would definitely not be a favorable situation.

"Help me investigate someone."

"Who?" Qian Xunji asked curiously.

What sort of person could catch the eye of his unusually mature younger brother?

"Yu Xiaogang."

Qian Xunji's lips curled upward. "I thought it was something serious. Isn't he just that old Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's useless son? Easy. I'll have someone bring the information to you tonight."

"We'll discuss it tomorrow." Qian Daoliu snorted.

Qian Xunji, who had just made such a bold promise, immediately cowered. He did not have the nerve to oppose his father.

Whether in terms of strength or status.

"Then we'll discuss it tomorrow."

"Alright."

Qian Xunji carried Qian Chenzhou toward Pope Hall. Although the six great offerings wanted to keep Qian Chenzhou behind, they ultimately had no excuse to do so.

Qian Chenzhou's bedroom was in Pope Hall, where attendants were specially assigned to serve him.

Looking at Offering Hall, apart from old men like them and the guards outside, there were only white jade steps and trees. There was nothing else!

"Retrieve Yu Xiaogang's information."

The guard outside clasped his fists toward Offering Hall. "Yes, Great Offering!"

"Little bro, I'm telling you, I'll get it for you today, but don't tell Father that you saw it tonight." Qian Xunji held Qian Chenzhou and spoke in a low voice. He looked just like a thief, even darting his eyes around nervously.

The soldiers on both sides had all received professional training.

If the man before them were not the Pope, they might have thought some family's thief had broken into Spirit Hall.

"Don't worry, bro. I've got your back!" Qian Chenzhou imitated Qian Xunji and patted his little chest.

"Good."

Qian Xunji used soul power to protect his little brother, hurried toward Pope Hall, and swiftly ordered his subordinates to fetch the records.

Qian Chenzhou sat in Pope Hall and clicked his tongue as he looked at the vast, imposing great hall. He wondered how much manpower and material resources it had taken to build such a palace.

While the brothers waited, they had no idea that two groups had already crossed paths.

Both had retrieved all information on Yu Xiaogang since his arrival in Spirit City and left.

Inside Offering Hall, Qian Daoliu listened to his subordinate's report. His expression shifted from green to white, and he immediately felt that his eldest son was truly disappointing—his words were no better than farts.

In Pope Hall, Qian Xunji received the file and stuffed it directly into Qian Chenzhou's arms. Smiling, he said, "Hurry back to your room, kid. Don't let Father catch me with evidence, or I'll get beaten. And if I get beaten, I'll spank your butt."

Qian Chenzhou hugged the file to his chest. "Don't worry, bro. I'll leave right away. I definitely won't let Father catch you with evidence."

With that, he trotted away.

Unfortunately, he was still young, his body had not fully developed, and his legs were too short. Even after running for a while, he had not gone very far.

The sight made Qian Xunji behind him grin from ear to ear.

About ten minutes later, he could no longer laugh. The messenger who returned reported that Offering Hall's Soul Douluo had also taken Yu Xiaogang's file.

Sitting in the Pope's seat, Qian Xunji rubbed his brow and waved the man away, then continued sighing in the empty hall.

Bedchamber.

Maids waited outside, all dressed in tight-fitting clothes that displayed their youthful figures. Their hips swayed as they walked.

Every one of them was a young woman at the Soul Elder rank.

Naturally, they had all been selected from among commoner soul masters. The women allowed to stay here naturally possessed outstanding figures, looks, talent, and strength, and Spirit Hall's treatment was naturally excellent.

If they wished to leave, marry, and have children, there would naturally be no problem.

They could even take positions as bishops in places like Soto City.

Of course, very few chose to leave. After all, aside from the heavy workload outside Spirit City, cultivation resources elsewhere were nowhere near as abundant.

As Qian Chenzhou approached, a woman stepped forward to take the file folder from his arms, then picked him up directly.

Feeling the broad softness against him, Qian Chenzhou's expression remained calm.

If he were about fifteen years older, not a single person here would escape him!

After all, not every descendant had exceptional talent, but once the numbers grew large enough, the chances of producing geniuses increased considerably.

The water temperature in the wooden tub had long since been adjusted, and fresh seasonal flower petals floated within.

Qian Chenzhou kept insisting that he could do it himself, but he was no match for these Soul Elders. They stripped off his clothes, placed him in the tub, and served him as he bathed.

"Oh, my God, this damn hedonism really is wonderful!"

Qian Chenzhou knew he could not resist, so he simply obediently enjoyed it.

After leaving the bath, he was dressed in a luxurious sleeping robe. He did not even need to walk, as the woman carried him straight to the bed.

But the rise and fall of that chest, so soft and resilient, truly tormented his adult soul!

The agony of being able to look but not eat, especially when it was so close at hand—no one could understand it!

The lavish bed had a vase on its bedside table, filled with blooming flowers that someone came to replace every day.

The mattress was soft and plush. When Qian Chenzhou sat on it, he could not feel the slightest hardness.

Leaning against the bedside table, he picked up the delivered file and began reading it carefully.

The maid was already lying comfortably beneath the covers. She had intended, as before, to tell Qian Chenzhou about the layout of Douluo Continent and the major sects, but when she saw him reading the file himself, she moved closer, intending to read it aloud for him.

But when she saw the urgent marking on it, she immediately abandoned that thought.

It had to be said that Spirit Hall kept detailed records on the arrival of disciples from these major sects: what they did each day, whom they met, and precisely when they met them—all of it was meticulously recorded.

As for certain profound conversations, such as when Titled Douluo used soul power to isolate their surroundings, there was naturally no way for them to eavesdrop.