Qian Daoliu: With the Trump Card in Hand, How Could I Lose? How Could I Lose?

"Old Qian, you've changed. You weren't like this before."

Qian Daoliu nearly lost his composure. This was far from their first exchange.

Yet this old fellow had come running over in the middle of the night, and the first thing he said was, "You've changed."

With that indescribably sarcastic undertone, Qian Daoliu truly wanted to split him in two with the Sacred Angel Sword.

He took a deep breath and lowered his sword. "If you have something to say, say it. Don't tell me you came all the way to Spirit Hall in the middle of the night just because you happened to be passing by."

Tang Chen burst into laughter, slinging the Clear Sky Hammer over his shoulder. His figure flashed, and he landed beside Qian Daoliu from several hundred meters away, reaching out to drape an arm around his shoulder with a meaningful smile.

"Old Qian, how long has it been since we sparred? I have a proposal. How about letting the younger generation have a match?"

Qian Daoliu glanced at him but did not answer immediately. He had known Tang Chen for many years. Since Tang Chen had come all this way and even suggested that their juniors compete, he clearly had absolute confidence.

"Brother Tang, could it be that some peerless genius has emerged from your sect, which is why you're making this suggestion?"

Tang Chen's smile paused slightly before becoming even brighter. He really had come here to show off.

His grandson, Tang Hao, was a true peerless genius. He believed that boy would surpass him in the future and lead the Clear Sky Sect to even greater heights.

He had brought along the Clear Sky Sect's younger disciples precisely so Qian Daoliu could see for himself, so he would understand that the Clear Sky Sect's future was brighter than Spirit Hall's.

But the corner of Qian Daoliu's mouth lifted imperceptibly.

Brother Tang, Brother Tang, you've made a miscalculation this time.

Luo Jiuyou's face surfaced in his mind.

How long had it been since his awakening? Yet he was already level forty-nine. Ordinary soul masters would need at least ten or twenty years to reach this point, but that boy had done it in mere days.

His soul ring configuration was so outrageous that even Qian Daoliu had never seen anything like it: two red, one gold, and one black. Before any force on the Douluo Continent, it would be an unbelievable existence.

Qian Daoliu silently calculated that if Tang Chen saw this, he might smash his Clear Sky Hammer on the spot, pick it back up, and smash it again.

And it was not just Luo Jiuyou. Bibi Dong possessed Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power. Qian Renxue possessed a Six-Winged Angel and innate level twenty Soul Power. His own granddaughter, Ye Guyi, had a mutated Sacred Angel whose talent was equally shocking.

There were also the three little girls Qian Xunji had recently taken in.

Every one of those seven children would be fought over by every major sect outside. Qian Daoliu could not imagine how he could lose.

He pretended to hesitate as though weighing the pros and cons, while inwardly he was already laughing.

Only after quite some time did he slowly nod. "Fine. Since Brother Tang is in the mood, let the juniors have a match."

Tang Chen's smile widened further after seeing him agree. He gave Qian Daoliu's shoulder a heavy pat.

"Good, good, good! Let them fight first thing tomorrow morning! Old Qian, don't hold back on me."

Qian Daoliu's expression remained calm.

"Of course not. But Brother Tang, if your Clear Sky Sect has any particularly outstanding young disciples, bring them along as well. Let me see them."

Tang Chen waved a hand grandly. "Don't worry. You won't be disappointed!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, each harboring his own thoughts. One had come to show off, while the other was waiting to turn the tables.

The night wind carried away their pressure, and the sky gradually returned to calm.

On the ground, Qian Xunji had already rushed out. Looking up at the backs of those two old men in the sky, he could not help sighing inwardly.

Level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo—either one of them could destroy heaven and earth with a casual strike.

But what he felt more than anything was pride. Old man, though my talent may be inferior to yours, my eye for talent is far superior.

Thinking of his disciples, the corners of his mouth nearly reached his ears. The more he looked at his three youngest disciples, the more stunned he became.

Their talents did not lose out to the earlier ones at all.

Especially Na'er. Even the Six-Winged Angel could faintly sense resonance from her Silver Dragon Spear. This was clearly a God-Level Martial Soul.

Though she did not possess God-given Soul Power and only had Innate Full Soul Power, there was no doubt about its grade.

Zi'er's Hell Demon Dragon was a purely destructive martial soul, while Bi'er's Emerald Swan was the highest-tier healing martial soul.

He was already fantasizing about the future. If he properly nurtured these disciples, then in a thousand years, the title "Teacher of Gods" would spread across the entire Douluo Continent. He had even thought of the title already.

The more Qian Xunji thought about it, the more excited he became. The exhaustion in his body and mind from handling government affairs for days vanished at once, and he could not wait to return and plan new arrangements.

Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue had already gathered around Ye Guyi and asked in lowered voices.

"Third Junior Sister, what exactly happened? Who was that person in the sky?"

Ye Guyi shook her head. "I'm not sure, but anyone who can make Grandpa Qian personally face them definitely isn't ordinary."

Luo Jiuyou stood nearby, his eyes fixed on the figure in the sky. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

"That was Tang Chen, the former sect master of the Clear Sky Sect. A level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, on the same level as the Grand Priest."

Bibi Dong's eyes widened. "On the same level as Grandpa Qian? Then why did he come here?"

Luo Jiuyou shook his head. "I'm not certain, but he wouldn't come here without reason."

"It definitely won't be anything simple."

When Qian Daoliu landed in the plaza, Qian Renxue hurried forward.

"Grandpa! What did that person come here for?"

Qian Daoliu glanced at her. "An old fellow from the Clear Sky Sect. He came to show off his grandson."

Bibi Dong did not react at first. "Show off?"

"Dummy Eldest Sister, they must think that grandson of his is strong, so they came here to flaunt it in front of us." Qian Renxue placed her hands on her hips and widened her eyes.

"Hmph, hmph. But if he learns what level Little Junior Brother is, he'll probably be scared to death."

"Mhm, Senior Brother is very strong." With a piece of candy in her mouth, Na'er hopped to Luo Jiuyou's side and raised her head to look at him.

"Na'er is very strong too."

Looking at Na'er before him, Luo Jiuyou reached out and patted her head, revealing a smile.

"Ah..."

Na'er lowered her head shyly. "I'm not as amazing as Senior Brother."

Luo Jiuyou smiled meaningfully.

Zi JI and Bi Ji exchanged glances at the side, their eyes filled with a trace of shock.

Why was their lord so good at this??

Qian Daoliu looked at these children whose futures held such promise, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Tomorrow, I'll let you go meet them. How does that sound?"

Everyone exchanged looks and nodded.

After saying that, Qian Daoliu clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the hall, quickly disappearing into the lights at the end of the corridor.

Seven figures remained in the plaza, looking at one another.

Bibi Dong watched Qian Daoliu's departing back and scratched her cheek.

"Tomorrow, he'll let us go meet them? Does Grandpa Qian mean he wants us to fight?"

Qian Renxue shot her a glance. "What else? Go drink tea? Dummy Eldest Sister."

"But... I don't even know who's on the other side. How are we supposed to fight?"

Ye Guyi spoke softly. "People from the Clear Sky Sect should not be weak."

"Since Grandpa is sending us, that means they won't be too strong. At most, they're here to show off their younger generation."

Hearing Qian Renxue's words, Bibi Dong froze. "Then are we going there to fight, or to watch them show off?"

Qian Renxue did not reply, instead turning her gaze toward Luo Jiuyou. Bibi Dong followed her gaze, and Ye Guyi turned her head as well.

Luo Jiuyou was stared at by all three at once. After a brief silence, he said, "Why are you looking at me?"

Bibi Dong leaned closer, her face full of curiosity. "Little Junior Brother, are you fighting tomorrow?"

"I am."

Bibi Dong asked, "What if the other side is very strong?"

The corner of Luo Jiuyou's mouth split into a bloodthirsty smile. "Then I'll hit harder. It's normal for a little blood to spill, isn't it?"

That sudden bloodthirsty smile, along with the demonic charm radiating from him, left the girls present momentarily dazed.

"I just don't know whether their younger generation has any Soul Saints. Otherwise, the fight won't be very satisfying."

Bibi Dong laughed carelessly. "Fine. With you saying that, I'm relieved."

Qian Renxue snorted beside them without speaking, but her eyes were full of ease. With Little Junior Brother here, any genius would be suppressed by him.

As for a Soul Saint among the younger generation?

How could that be possible?!

She did not believe anyone could be more monstrous than her Little Junior Brother.

At that moment, Na'er poked half her head out from behind them, still chewing something as she asked indistinctly, "After we fight tomorrow, will there still be food?"

Bibi Dong turned to look at her. "You're still not full?"

Na'er blinked. "I'm full, but I still need to eat tomorrow."

Bibi Dong fell silent.

Qian Renxue could not help laughing. "Don't worry, the cafeteria won't run away."

Only then did Na'er nod in satisfaction, drawing her head back and continuing to chew what was in her mouth.

Zi JI and Bi Ji stood a little farther back. Zi JI crossed her arms, her gaze lingering on Luo Jiuyou for a moment before withdrawing.

Bibi Dong became lively again. "Oh, right, Little Junior Brother. What martial souls do you think the Clear Sky Sect's people have? Definitely the Clear Sky Hammer, right? That thing's incredibly heavy. I heard it can smash people to death..."

Qian Renxue cut her off. "Isn't that obvious? If the Clear Sky Sect doesn't use the Clear Sky Hammer, what would they use?"

Bibi Dong said, "What if someone has a mutation?"

Qian Renxue replied, "Have you ever seen a mutation in the Clear Sky Sect?"

Bibi Dong said, "...No, but that doesn't mean there aren't any!"

The two started bickering again, trading words back and forth without either yielding.

At some point, Na'er had moved over again and stood on Luo Jiuyou's other side. She had finally swallowed what was in her mouth and blinked those red eyes.

"Senior Brother, if you win tomorrow, can you bring me a serving of sweet-and-sour ribs?"

Luo Jiuyou lowered his head and glanced at her. "Can't you go to the cafeteria yourself?"

Na'er said seriously, "But if you bring them back, they should taste better."

Bibi Dong immediately turned her head. "Why?"

Na'er tilted her head, thought for a moment, then answered as though it were only natural. "Because Senior Brother will be happy after winning, so the things he brings back will taste better too."

Bibi Dong fell silent.

Qian Renxue laughed beside them. "What kind of crooked logic is that?"

Na'er blinked, looking completely innocent. "It's not crooked logic. It's Na'er's logic."

Bibi Dong opened her mouth, but for a moment, she actually could not find anything to refute her with.

Ye Guyi stood nearby, smiling with curved eyes as she watched Na'er's righteous expression.

Even Luo Jiuyou was silenced by her crooked logic for a moment. "Fine. Sweet-and-sour ribs. I'll remember."

Na'er's eyes lit up, as if she could already see that plate of sweet-and-sour ribs laid out before her tomorrow.

Zi JI and Bi Ji increasingly felt that their lord's methods were truly impressive.

He had connected with the target so quickly.

The night wind swept through again, lifting everyone's hair and hems.

Bibi Dong finally stopped arguing with Qian Renxue and yawned. "Alright, alright. Let's go back, wash up, and sleep. We have a fight tomorrow."

Qian Renxue turned around as well. "Just don't be unable to get up tomorrow."

Bibi Dong glared at her. "You should worry about yourself first!"

"Hmph, I won't be like some lazy spider. And you talk in your sleep all the time—no, no, I don't want to read, Elder Jiang, I was wrong..."

Before Qian Renxue could finish, Bibi Dong bristled.

"Ah! Heaven's Punishment!"

"Come on, come on! If you catch me, I'll let you—hehe!"

Seeing those two start fooling around again, everyone present had long since become used to it. They exchanged glances and sighed.