Was I, Qian Xunji, Actually Blessed with Astonishing Wisdom?

Qian Xunji looked pleadingly at A Yin. She wore a conflicted expression, but in the end, she resolutely left.

As she walked out of the hall, A Yin did not forget to close the door behind her.

"Phew..." Once outside the hall, A Yin let out a long sigh of relief. All her worries had been unnecessary.

Moreover, Father had given her a gift—the Angel God's divine power. It could help her conceal her aura.

"Xiao Xue, Renfeng, it seems Mother's worries were unnecessary. Your grandfather is a reasonable man."

"It's just that your father may be in for a miserable time. The dignified Pope left Spirit Hall for an entire year—I don't even dare imagine how badly he'll suffer next," A Yin said to the two little ones in her arms.

Inside the hall...

"You really are calculating, brat. Even when you left, you didn't forget to scheme against us. You threw Bibi Dong into the central square and made such a huge spectacle. Were you trying to pressure us?"

"Now everyone in the world is laughing at Spirit Hall. Everyone knows that Spirit Hall's Saintess actually betrayed Spirit Hall."

"Everyone is waiting for Spirit Hall to retaliate against the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect... Xunji, what a scheme you devised!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke through gritted teeth.

"Huh?" Qian Xunji felt like his head had doubled in size. Had he thought that much back then? No, right?!

Back then, he had merely wanted to take revenge on Bibi Dong.

"And now, if we cannot crush the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect with thunderous force, how will the soul masters of the world view us?"

"We suppressed this matter for an entire year, and now everyone in Spirit Hall is so enraged that they can't wait to wipe out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

"This was all part of your scheme, wasn't it? You knew we most likely would not interfere, much less take action, so you used this method to force us to act!" Golden Crocodile Douluo saw through everything, his mind as clear as a mirror.

"Huh?" Qian Xunji was utterly dumbfounded after hearing that. Was he really that wise? Could it be that he possessed astonishing wisdom too?

"Second Uncle, Second Uncle, I truly didn't think that much! I only wanted to take revenge on Bibi Dong, that's all. Really," Qian Xunji explained.

"Hehe!" The seven spoke in unison.

"Let's set that matter aside for now. You caused such a huge mess, then disappeared from Spirit Hall for an entire year? Do you know how we managed when Spirit Hall had no Pope for a year?"

"Do you know?" This time, Light Feather Douluo spoke. After dealing with all that infuriating administrative work, he had even developed dark circles under his eyes.

Qian Daoliu was furious as well. He had not been Pope for many years; he had already retired. Yet Qian Xunji had simply dumped everything on him?

"Just don't beat him to death," Qian Daoliu said flatly.

"Hey! Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, Sixth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, you all watched me grow up! Go easy on me!"

A moment later, Qian Xunji sat on the floor, utterly despondent. With his swollen pig head, he felt that he might as well have died outside.

"You still count as human. Since you brought this old man a granddaughter and grandson, this will just be a minor punishment," Qian Daoliu said, clapping his hands.

"Get lost, Your Holiness the Pope! Spirit Hall's troublesome affairs are still waiting for you to handle!" Qian Daoliu said sarcastically.

"Then I'm leaving." Qian Xunji got up and sprinted toward the doors, as fast as lightning.

"Wait..." Qian Daoliu suddenly remembered something. He immediately released his soul pressure and pinned Qian Xunji to the ground.

"Damn..." Qian Xunji slowly turned his head, looking at his father in terror. "Dad, what else is there?"

"Slap yourself!" Qian Daoliu swung his palm through the air, striking Qian Xunji's face with a crisp smack.

"Dad, why did you hit me again?" Qian Xunji asked.

"I'm your father. Why are you looking at me with such fear?" Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand, looking puzzled.

"Huh?" Qian Xunji was stunned. That counted too?

"Hahahaha!" Golden Crocodile Douluo clutched his stomach in laughter and gave Qian Daoliu a thumbs-up. "Big Brother, you really are something!"

"Dad, do you have anything else or not?" Qian Xunji asked helplessly.

"Yes, yes!" Qian Daoliu said. "Put seeking justice from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect on the agenda as soon as possible!"

"The public sentiment in Spirit City has been suppressed for a year. If it is not vented soon, it will explode."

"You brat... now that I think about it, your schemes are everywhere. You certainly didn't take that beating for nothing!" Qian Daoliu added.

"I... I've been wronged!" Qian Xunji felt utterly aggrieved. When had he ever thought that much?

"Dad, tell me the plan!"

"This old man will personally act and wipe out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!" Qian Daoliu said, his gaze sharp and killing intent overwhelming.

"Huh?" Qian Xunji was shocked. "Dad, isn't that too serious? Wipe out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect outright?"

"And does it really require you to act personally? You are Spirit Hall's pillar holding up the heavens, its stabilizing force. It's only the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. How could they possibly warrant your personal intervention?"

"Hehe!" Qian Daoliu sneered. "That is why I say you are brilliant! At first, the public merely wanted justice from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Even declaring war on them was only talk."

"But now public sentiment has reached a truly terrifying level. It is no longer simply about seeking justice—they want blood to flow like rivers. It must be released!"

"The timing of your return was quite precise. This is exactly the critical moment." Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji with admiration.

Although his son was somewhat incapable of handling major responsibilities, his mind was indeed quite sharp.

He had calculated against the Consecration Hall so thoroughly that even he, a Peerless Douluo, had been forced to act.

"I..." Qian Xunji's mouth twitched wildly. He could not help doubting himself. Had I really thought of that much back then?

"Enough. Hurry up and get lost. When the time comes, just come to the Consecration Hall and inform this old man. It has been many years since I last acted."

Qian Xunji swiftly left the hall, closing the doors behind him before taking several deep breaths.

"What kind of joke is this? What exactly happened during the year I was gone? How did things reach the point where even Dad has no choice but to act?"

Qian Xunji nearly fell into self-doubt. Since things had reached this point, then that beating really had not been undeserved.

"Pfft..." Seeing Qian Xunji's pig-like swollen face, A Yin could not hold it in and burst out laughing.

"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."

"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."

"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."

Perhaps infected by A Yin's laughter, Qian Renxue and Qian Renfeng in her arms also began laughing.

"A Yin, what are you laughing at?" Qian Xunji looked depressed. He had truly been misunderstood terribly today, but it did not matter.

"Let's go... back to the Papal Palace. Ow, that hurts..."

Qian Xunji cried out in pain. Once A Yin had finished laughing, she looked at him with distress. "Father really went too far. How could he hit you so hard? You're his son!"

"Exactly! It's infuriating! I only left the Papal Palace for a year, and he treated me like this? He's gone too far!"

"Don't you think so, A Yin?" Qian Xunji complained as he walked beside her.

"Keep complaining here, and this old man will whip you!" The voice exploded beside Qian Xunji's ears like rolling thunder.

Qian Xunji shrank his neck and ultimately chose to shut up.