A Bird Freed from Its Cage

Leaving in such a humiliating manner was not Qian Mo's style.

So Qian Mo's eyes darted, and a brilliant plan quietly formed in his heart. He immediately strode toward the Awakening Hall.

To lodge a complaint!

Of course, Qian Mo did not directly air his grievances and say that Qian Xunji was targeting a mere Grand Soul Master like him.

Instead, Qian Mo beamed at Ye Yun, the titled elder who had awakened Qian Mo's Martial Soul last time.

"Grandpa Yun, someone has finally recognized all my hard work over the years. It was even His Holiness the Pope who recognized it. He personally issued an order for me to serve as the deputy hall master and concurrently as the deacon of Golden Ear City."

At first, when Qian Mo said someone had recognized him, Ye Yun nodded instinctively, looking rather pleased.

Although members of the Angel Clan were generally noble by nature due to their Martial Souls,

that did not mean they were all fools!

Especially not someone as old as Ye Yun.

The moment he heard that Qian Xunji had personally issued the order, he immediately sensed that something was off.

Good heavens, what top-tier power would go out of its way to recognize a Grand Soul Master?

And even specially issue an order for it!

Who would believe there was no ulterior motive behind that?

Realizing this, Ye Yun's gaze toward Qian Mo became even more affectionate.

What a wonderful child. How had he ended up being targeted by those above him for no reason!?

At once, Ye Yun, who was usually kind and benevolent, rarely let his eyes turn cold. He rose directly from his recliner and said,

"Little Mo, there is something suspicious about this. Do not rush to leave yet. Let this old man ask what is going on first."

As he spoke, six wings unfurled behind Ye Yun. He was about to seek justice for Qian Mo!

But Qian Mo immediately reached out to stop Ye Yun and said solemnly,

"Grandpa Yun, please do not do this.

Although I also know that this matter is somewhat suspicious,

His Holiness the Pope is still the leader of our Martial Soul Hall. If you confront him face-to-face, where would that leave His Holiness?

Others might even see discord within Martial Soul Hall. If Martial Soul Hall suffered any losses because of this, my sin would be too great."

At this point, Qian Mo smiled gently.

"Besides, His Holiness the Pope and I are ultimately of the same clan. He would not take my life.

And I feel that it is time for me to go out and see the world, so do not worry, Grandpa Yun.

With the others from Martial Soul Hall protecting me, I will be fine."

Ye Yun stared blankly at Qian Mo, whose face was gentle but whose eyes could not conceal his stubbornness.

In Ye Yun's heart, he had not expected that Qian Mo had long since noticed the clues that Ye Yun thought only he had seen. Qian Mo had merely brought him good news and hidden the bad.

Moreover, after thinking it over carefully, Ye Yun found it reasonable. If Qian Xunji truly wanted Qian Mo dead, why go through so much trouble?

In that case, treating this trip as a form of training was not a bad idea.

Thus, Ye Yun finally let out a soft sigh.

"Very well. Since you know your own limits, go out and gain some experience.

But remember, the clan will always be your support. If anyone bullies you outside, do not keep it hidden. Grandpa Yun will definitely stand up for you."

After giving him a string of reminders, Qian Mo left, though he felt as if he had forgotten something.

Ye Yun silently watched Qian Mo's departing back. Once Qian Mo had completely disappeared from sight, Ye Yun snorted coldly.

"Little Mo has a point. If I had gone to question Qian Xunji so directly just now, it would indeed have made Martial Soul Hall a laughingstock to outsiders.

But that old fool Qian Xunji has truly grown more foolish with age, actually targeting a child like Little Mo!

Fine, it is inconvenient for me to confront you directly, so I will have Old Qian deal with you instead!

Hmph! I would like to see whether, after becoming Pope, you think no one in Martial Soul Hall matters and believe you can cover the sky with one hand!"

Qian Xunji, who thought he had handled the matter properly, did not yet know that danger was on its way.

His scalp merely felt a little itchy. It was probably because he had stayed up late last night and had not bathed, so he decided to wash up properly later.

Meanwhile, Qian Renxue arrived as usual at the little garden where she and Qian Mo studied music.

After yesterday's conversation, many questions Qian Renxue had previously failed to understand had suddenly become clear under Qian Mo's explanations. She had even prepared quite a few new questions today.

But time passed bit by bit.

One hour, two hours...

Qian Renxue gradually realized something was wrong. She knew that Qian Mo was obsessive about many things!

So there had to be something strange behind this lateness!

Qian Mo was easy to locate because of the characteristics of his mutated Martial Soul. Qian Renxue asked around all the way until she finally found Ye Yun.

Only to learn that Qian Mo had already gone away on official business.

Qian Renxue felt as though her entire world had fallen apart!

Her huge music teacher.

Such a friend she could pour out her troubles to.

And he had actually vanished without a word, not even saying goodbye to her!

Just as Qian Renxue was feeling lost and dejected, Ye Yun's gaze upon her became thoughtful.

As the elder responsible for Martial Soul awakenings in the Angel Clan, Ye Yun was very familiar with the younger generation of the Angel Clan, especially the children who had not yet awakened their Martial Souls.

And he was certain that there had been no child like Qian Renxue among them.

Yet Qian Renxue's pure golden hair, the most orthodox trait of the Angel Clan, as well as the holy and radiant aura that even an unawakened Martial Soul could not conceal, made him utterly certain.

This child before him was one of the Angel Clan!

Though Ye Yun had long held a guess regarding a child in such a special situation, he could not help but ask,

"Little one, who are your parents?"

Qian Mo leaving without even saying goodbye had dealt a tremendous blow to Qian Renxue's young heart.

As a result, Ye Yun had to ask two or three times before Qian Renxue came back to her senses.

"My father is Qian Xunji, and my mother is—"

Halfway through her words, Qian Renxue suddenly froze as even worse memories flooded into her mind.

Bibi Dong had sternly warned her never to say she was Bibi Dong's daughter, or Bibi Dong would kill Qian Renxue.

Although Qian Renxue did not believe it, she still chose to remain silent, unwilling to defy Bibi Dong and make Bibi Dong hate her even more.

Though he had not obtained all the information he wanted,

Ye Yun looked at Qian Renxue, who had come looking for Qian Mo, then thought of the departed Qian Mo. He vaguely guessed that Qian Mo's inexplicable targeting was related to this little girl before him.

A moment later, Ye Yun smiled.

Because Ye Yun had thought of a way to add fuel to Qian Xunji's fire.

Within the Angel Clan, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was the symbol of the main lineage and also the most powerful Angel Martial Soul.

Therefore, among the main-lineage powerhouses who possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul throughout the generations, not one had been below level 96.

Yet Qian Xunji was the odd one out among all the Six-Winged Angel powerhouses. He had been stuck at level 95 for many years.

As a powerhouse from the strongest clan on Douluo Continent, he naturally knew that beyond level 95, the path of cultivation for a Super Douluo depended on whether one's comprehension and temperament aligned with one's Martial Soul.

"Hehe."

Ye Yun gave a sinister smile.

This time, he would expose Qian Xunji's targeting of a Grand Soul Master junior before Old Qian.

Ye Yun refused to believe that this would not be enough to make Qian Xunji suffer!

Thus, after nightfall, an unnamed desolate mountain outside Martial Soul City shone as brightly as day. Bloodcurdling screams continually rang out from within.

It was clear that whoever was suffering in there was having an absolutely miserable time~