Return to Spirit City, the Consecration Hall's Many Complaints

Spirit City's walls looked lofty and imposing from afar, like a black python lying sprawled across the ground.

Up close, they were magnificent beyond compare. A lifelike statue of a Six-Winged Angel stood atop the walls, its expression filled with compassion for all living things.

"Is this Spirit City?" A Yin looked at the ever-nearing walls and tightened her hold around Qian Renxue and Qian Renfeng. She was about to meet that Peerless Douluo.

She wondered whether he could truly accept her identity as a Soul Beast. And if he could not accept her, what then?

Qian Xunji raised a hand and gently stroked A Yin's head. Smiling, he said, "Don't be nervous. I'm here for you."

The carriage entered Spirit City. Compared to a year ago, it had not changed at all. A year could change many things, yet it could also change nothing.

As they passed the central square, Qian Xunji looked in surprise toward where Bibi Dong had originally been. She was actually gone?

He did not pay much attention to it, though. The effects must have been too severe, so his father and the others had moved Bibi Dong elsewhere.

A Yin also looked where Qian Xunji was looking. She was likewise surprised not to find that person, but she said nothing.

"Looks like you won't be able to meet her now, A Yin. Maybe because the impact was too severe, she isn't there anymore. When there's time in the future, I'll definitely take you to meet her—a person who played herself to death..."

Qian Xunji spoke calmly. After a year, Bibi Dong's affairs could no longer affect him in the slightest.

"Mm-hmm..." A Yin nodded.

The moment A Yin entered Spirit City, Titled Douluo had already noticed her. However, when they sensed that His Holiness the Pope was also inside the carriage, they made no move.

They were even curious. The Pope had gone out for a year, so how had he come back with a Transformed Soul Beast? A Yin was still far from reaching maturity; coming to Spirit City was no different from a sheep walking into a tiger's den.

Of course, that might have been true in the past. But who told them she was now Qian Xunji's woman? Even if those Titled Elders knew her identity, would they dare do anything? They would not!

Most importantly, A Yin was the mother of the young master and young miss of the Qian Household. If they truly dared do anything, Qian Daoliu could split them in two with his sword.

Inside the Elder Hall...

"His Holiness the Pope has returned, but why is there a Transformed Soul Beast beside him? It seems His Holiness did not spend this past year merely..."

"Shut up! Is the Pope's business something we can discuss? The Chief Attendant and the others will make their own decision!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The carriage soon arrived at the foot of Divine Mountain. It stopped, and Qian Xunji and A Yin stepped down, looking up at Divine Mountain.

"Finally back. It's been a year. I wonder if Father and the others will beat me when they see me? Probably not."

Qian Xunji was not confident either. This past year had absolutely been Spirit Hall's busiest year, yet its Pope had not been around?

"A Yin, let's go up..." Qian Xunji took one of the little ones from A Yin's arms, then held A Yin's hand and headed toward the steps, making his way toward the Consecration Hall one step at a time.

Meanwhile, inside the Consecration Hall...

"He still knows how to come back? He made this mess himself, yet we had to clean it up for him! Big Brother, no matter what, you have to teach that ungrateful little Xunji a lesson!"

"Exactly, exactly! He was gone for an entire year without even sending a single letter back. Big Brother, he clearly has no respect for you!"

"I'd say that brat Xunji has never taken Big Brother seriously. Otherwise, why had he never sent even one letter?"

"Precisely, precisely!"

The Attendants spoke one after another. This year had exhausted them. If they did not teach Qian Xunji a lesson, it would be utterly unjustifiable!

Qian Daoliu said nothing, but he was clearly furious as well. Why had Qian Xunji not sent a single letter to his father during this entire year? This was outrageous!

"But why is there a Transformed Soul Beast beside little Xunji? What is going on?" Golden Crocodile Douluo asked in surprise.

"Looks like little Xunji did not accomplish nothing during his year away. At least he brought back a Transformed Soul Beast."

"Quiet down. Little Xunji will be here soon. I believe he will give us an explanation!" Qian Daoliu said.

Everyone fell silent, their blazing gazes fixed on the doors ahead. Many of them had much to say to Qian Xunji.

Having reached the Papal Palace, Qian Xunji raised his head toward the Consecration Hall. For some reason, a chill ran down his spine.

It was as though some great terror awaited him. He could also guess that the uncles in the Consecration Hall must have many grievances against him.

"Xunji, why did you stop?" A Yin asked in surprise as she looked at Qian Xunji, who had halted beside her.

"A Yin, you have to plead for me later!"

Qian Xunji looked at A Yin bitterly. He had been gone for a year and had dumped all the administrative affairs onto the Consecration Hall.

Whether it was his father or that group of uncles, they definitely would not let him off! He was certain he would not escape a beating!

"Huh?" A Yin stared at Qian Xunji in confusion. You're going home, so why are you more nervous than me?

As they drew closer and closer to the Consecration Hall, the two climbed the final step and arrived at the plaza before it.

A Yin looked at the sacred Consecration Hall ahead, and her breathing quickened. She would soon be meeting Father.

"Xunji, I'm a little nervous. What if Father can't accept me?" A Yin looked at Qian Xunji beside her.

Yet Qian Xunji was already drenched in sweat. He could practically see the resentment within the Consecration Hall, black enough to smoke.

Qian Xunji's palms were sweaty, but he still had to comfort A Yin in turn. "Don't worry, A Yin. You're so beautiful, and you gave me a son and a daughter. Even if Father can't accept you, he'll have to!"

"Besides, don't you still have me? At worst, I won't be this damned Pope anymore. Our family can run away together!"

"Xunji..." A Yin gazed at him with eyes as soft as water.

"Do you think you can simply quit being Pope whenever you want? Get your ass in here!" The voice exploded like muffled thunder!

It frightened Qian Xunji so badly that he nearly dropped to his knees. His body trembled, and he turned to A Yin. "A Yin, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" A Yin asked doubtfully. Why did Qian Xunji look even more nervous than she was? What was going on?

"What are you standing there for? Get in here! Come in and explain yourselves properly..." Seeing that Qian Xunji did not move, the voice rang out beside his ear again.

It was the voice of his father, Qian Daoliu, and it was clearly filled with anger. As for where that anger came from, do not ask!