Even Heaven Is Helping Me-Is It Really Okay to Snatch the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor?

"This matter isn't urgent. There's plenty of time," Qian Xunji said with a bitter smile as he slowly rose to his feet. "Father, I also wanted to let you know that I plan to leave Spirit Hall for a while."

"Hmm?" Qian Daoliu frowned slightly and asked patiently, "Why? As the Pope, how can you abandon your post without permission?!"

"For no particular reason. I just want to get out and clear my head..." Qian Xunji shrugged. "Whenever I think of that ungrateful wretch, my chest feels so stifled I can barely breathe."

"If this keeps up, I'm afraid I'll end up with internal injuries from bottling it all up. So I want to go outside and sort out my mood."

"Nonsense!" Qian Daoliu snapped, somewhat angered. "You are the head of an entire hall! If you just walk away, who will handle Spirit Hall's affairs? How will Spirit Hall continue operating? Ridiculous!"

"That's something you should worry about, Father. Your son has realized he's quite the failure..."

Qian Xunji was not buying any of it. Once he decided to leave, no one could stop him—not even his father!

"Anyway, no matter what you say, I can't stay in Spirit City right now. If you think it's inappropriate, then either come out of retirement and take charge again, or choose another Pope. Don't send anyone to look for me during this time. No one is to disturb me!"

With that, Qian Xunji gave Qian Daoliu no chance to reprimand him.

He left with swift decisiveness, vanishing from the hall like a gust of wind while casually shutting the doors behind him.

In an instant, the hall became terrifyingly quiet. The several worshippers looked at one another, each seeing the same astonishment in the others' eyes. It was their first time seeing Qian Xunji act so boldly.

"That brat..." Golden Crocodile Douluo looked strangely at the closed doors. "Did he take the wrong medicine today? He actually dared to speak to you like that, Big Brother?"

"Sigh..." Qian Daoliu sighed softly. "It seems this matter has hit Xunji far harder than we imagined."

"It is understandable," Golden Crocodile Douluo said with a sigh. "He painstakingly raised her for fourteen years and loved her as if she were his own daughter."

"In the end, she betrayed him without mercy, and he had to harden his heart and cripple her with his own hands. Sigh, I'd feel awful too if it were me! It's good for Xunji to go clear his head, lest he really bottle something up..."

"Since Xunji wants to go out and relax, let him," Azure Luan Douluo said.

But he soon thought of a problem. "However, with Xunji gone, who will review the Papal Palace's affairs?"

"I'll handle them." Qian Daoliu rubbed his brow wearily. "Starting tomorrow, have the people from the Papal Palace send all official matters to our Worship Hall. This concerns Spirit Hall's operations; we cannot be careless!"

"Of course, you lot... will be handling them too!"

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, Lion, Lightfeather, and the others, who had been watching the show, instantly changed expressions.

"Big Brother? That doesn't seem appropriate, does it? Official affairs are the responsibility of you as the High Priest or former Pope. What does that have to do with us?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo protested.

"Exactly, Big Brother. We've cultivated in seclusion for so many years. How would we know how to deal with these trivial matters?"

Qian Daoliu gave his old brothers a cold glance, then revealed a kindly smile. "Why should I enjoy this alone when everyone can enjoy it together?"

"As your big brother, how could I possibly forget you when it comes to dedicating yourselves to Spirit Hall?!"

"Get to work properly, all of you! If anyone dares to slack off, this old man will personally spar with him!"

"Big Brother, I suddenly feel that Xunji really was out of line for abandoning his post without permission. I'll go bring him back right now!"

"Too late!" Qian Daoliu smiled playfully. "None of you are getting away. Let Xunji go out if he wants to!"

The worshippers: "..."

After leaving the Worship Hall, Qian Xunji looked at the still-churning dark clouds and pouring rain before him, and his mood immediately brightened.

"I can finally leave this damned place." Qian Xunji let out a relieved breath and stretched. "Since I can get out now, should my first stop be to look for the Blue Silver Emperor?"

"Judging by the timing, the Blue Silver Emperor and those two from the Clear Sky Sect should have only known each other for a short while, right?!"

This was the true reason he had insisted on leaving for a while!

As a transmigrator who knew the future, he knew that his greatest cheat was the memories in his mind concerning the future course of major events, along with exact information about certain opportunities.

And at this point in time, the greatest opportunity on the entire continent was undoubtedly the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Blue Silver Emperor, who had rebuilt herself into a human and was traveling across the continent!

That was the future protagonist's biological mother!

If he could rely on his foreknowledge to get ahead and steal away this gentle, captivating Blue Silver Emperor—

Wouldn't that mean... he could become the future protagonist's father?

At the thought of that possibility, Qian Xunji could not help but grow excited!

Did the original timeline not prove it? Once the protagonist became a god, the whole family rose with him! Tang Hao became the Lord of the Plane, while Ah Yin directly became the Core of Life!

Qian Xunji's demands were not high. As long as he could comfortably lie low, casually obtain a Godhood, gain endless longevity, and live in comfort, that would be enough.

As for how to cultivate into a god? That was something the protagonist should worry about!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I hope there's still time!" Qian Xunji smiled faintly. Without wasting another moment, he headed straight for the Papal Palace.

Then, using his authority as the Pope, he easily retrieved all the information he wanted.

As the continent's most powerful force, Spirit Hall's vast network of informants had long spread across the entire continent.

How could Spirit Hall possibly fail to keep a close eye on Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, the Clear Sky Sect's most outstanding members of the new generation, while they traveled the continent?

Qian Xunji sat before his desk and patiently reviewed the reports.

At last, amid a pile of information, he found what he most wanted to know: "One week ago, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect... were traveling with an unidentified blue-haired young woman..."

Seeing this, Qian Xunji lightly tapped his fingers against the desk and burst into laughter. "One week ago? That means the three of them have only just met, right?!"

"At this point, the Blue Silver Emperor hasn't fallen for Tang Hao yet. Everything is still at that hazy stage of getting acquainted."

"Looks like even Heaven is helping me!" Qian Xunji rose in high spirits. "Then I'll gladly take this Blue Silver Emperor!"

Love and romance were far too troublesome. He was a Titled Douluo and the Pope of Spirit Hall—why would he need to make things so complicated?

What did a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast fear most? It feared being exposed before a Titled Douluo before reaching the Mature Stage!

After all, Titled Douluo possessed the ability to see through Transformed Soul Beasts. A mere Blue Silver Emperor—wouldn't she be easy to handle?