Journey to the Worship Hall, All the Worships Enter Seclusion

Watching Qian Daoliu leave with effortless grace, leaving Qian Xunji alone before a desk piled high with documents and on the verge of tears, Qian Xunzong suppressed a laugh. Carrying the remaining top-tier Immortal-Grade Herbs and holding the drowsy, lethargic Xiaojing in his arms, he slowly turned and left the Papal Palace.

He was a little tired, so he returned to Cloud-Treading Villa and rested for the night.

The next day.

He had harvested an enormous number of immortal herbs yesterday. Aside from the portions reserved for Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji, the rest were all suited to the various Worships of Spirit Hall.

Qian Xichen and the major Worships were all among Spirit Hall's greatest combat forces. Feeding resources to the powerful members of his own faction was absolutely a guaranteed profitable investment.

He could both win the favor of his elders and greatly increase the strength of these big shots, reinforcing Spirit Hall's foundations. Why not?

He strolled forward at an unhurried pace, passing through the layers of gilded halls within Spirit Hall before soon arriving at the solemn and imposing Worship Hall.

The Worship Hall had always been quiet and sparsely populated. Only soft strands of holy light lingered there year-round, while the Angel God Statue stood in the center of the great hall, radiating an ancient and distant sacred aura.

At that moment, Qian Xichen sat in the seat of honor, while the other seven great Worships were arranged along both sides. Some had their eyes closed in meditation, while others quietly exchanged insights into cultivation. The atmosphere was solemn.

Sensing someone enter the hall, everyone opened their eyes and looked over. When they saw that it was Qian Xunzong, warm smiles appeared on all their faces.

"Zong'er is here." Qian Xichen's brows and eyes softened. The more he looked at his extraordinarily gifted grandson, the more satisfied he became.

The other Worships also nodded in greeting. Toward this young master, who had awakened two transcendent divine-level Martial Souls, possessed innate thirtieth-level Soul Power, and had even received blessings personally bestowed by the Angel God, every one of them favored and valued him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hahaha, Zong'er is here! Your Soul Power is nearly at Soul Ancestor already!"

"Excellent, excellent!"

"..."

Qian Xunzong strode forward. Without any formalities, he simply waved his hand, and several top-tier immortal herbs, shining with dazzling spiritual light and wreathed in immortal aura, appeared out of thin air and floated at varying heights throughout the hall.

An incomparably dense surge of heaven-and-earth spiritual energy instantly swept through the entire Worship Hall. Milky-white spiritual mist nearly solidified, causing the spiritual energy within the originally gentle and solemn hall to multiply severalfold in an instant. Sacred radiance spread through the air, auspicious energy filling every corner.

These immortal herbs were peerless treasures he had looted from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Every one was a rare spiritual root even in the God Realm, suited to different Martial Soul attributes and capable of compensating for all manner of cultivation weaknesses. He had already sorted them beforehand and precisely matched them to each Worship's cultivation and Martial Soul characteristics. Nothing would go to waste.

Qian Xunzong spoke with a smile, his voice clear and gentle:

"Grandfather, esteemed Worship grandfathers, while exploring a secret realm during this journey, Zong'er was fortunate enough to obtain a batch of top-tier immortal herbs. I specifically matched them to the Martial Souls of all my elders and brought them as gifts, as a small token of my affection."

As his words fell, he lightly tapped with his fingertip. The floating immortal herbs flew out one by one, accurately landing before each Worship.

Before Qian Xichen in the seat of honor floated a Primordial Sacred Light God Lotus, entirely golden in color. Its lotus fragrance was rich and pure, capable of cleansing all things. It was most suited to his sacred origin and could nourish his soul.

Second Worship Xinghe possessed the Imperial Spear Martial Soul. His killing intent was fierce, and he specialized in offense. He received a Nine-Heavens Starbreaker Grass, its green light sharp and cold, containing boundless power to shatter barriers.

Third Offering Moyun's Divine Flute Martial Soul excelled at controlling sound, manipulating energy and illusions, and attacking the mind. He was suited to a Pure-Rhythm Soul-Congealing Lingzhi, gentle and ethereal, capable of stabilizing the soul and dispelling inner demons.

Fourth Worship Chu Mingshan's Berserk Rhino Martial Soul gave him a heavy, powerful body and immense strength, but his Soul Power lacked sufficient refinement. He received a Ten-Thousand-Jin Essence-Fixing Flower, which could densify his Soul Power and temper his muscles and bones, allowing his body and Soul Power to complement one another.

Before Fifth Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo was a Heaven-Burning Golden Dragon Ginseng, entirely crimson. It was supremely fierce, vigorous, and tyrannical, perfectly suited to the Golden Crocodile King's ultimate offensive Martial Soul. It could temper the body and consolidate one's foundation.

Sixth Worship Feng Fuyao possessed the Gale Dragon Martial Soul, granting him extreme speed and agility as he rode the wind. He received a Flowing Cloud Pursuing Moon Immortal Vine, light and nimble, capable of amplifying the profound principles of speed and bringing his movement techniques and attacks closer to perfection.

Seventh Worship Golden Wheel possessed the Sun and Moon Martial Soul, in which yin and yang complemented each other, balancing offense and defense. He received a Yin-Yang Life-Transforming Fruit, capable of harmonizing yin-yang Soul Power and balancing the two polar forces of his Martial Soul.

Qian Xunzong spoke casually, as though he had merely produced ordinary flowers and grass. Yet everyone present was a top expert who had lived for more than a century. Their eyes were exceedingly sharp.

The gazes of Xinghe, Golden Crocodile, and the other Worships swept over the immortal herbs filling the air. Their pupils contracted in unison, and even their breathing paused slightly.

Every herb possessed condensed spiritual energy and flawless patterns. They were all peerless immortal herbs long extinct on the continent. Any one of them would be enough to make Titled Douluo fight and kill over it. In the outside world, they were treasures that could not be bought at any price.

"Zong'er has truly put his heart into this!"

"Such rare treasures are scarcely seen in this world, yet you have given every one of them to us. This is far too generous."

The Worships sighed repeatedly, warmth filling their hearts.

In their eyes, this was simply the child's pure filial devotion. Precious as the treasures were, they only regarded them as tokens of affection from a junior and did not think much of their heaven-defying effects. They merely felt that slowly refining them to nourish their foundations, even a little, would be enough.

Qian Xichen looked at the dazzling collection of immortal herbs before him, his eyes filled with gratified smiles. He nodded gently. "My grandson is sensible and thoughtful."

"Grandfathers, these immortal herbs cannot be stored for long. You should absorb them now!"

Hearing this, everyone sat down with cheerful smiles. Not wishing to let the child's heartfelt gesture go to waste, they began refining the medicinal power.

Layers upon layers of spiritual light instantly rose throughout the hall—gold, red, azure, green, yin-yang radiance, and holy light intertwining. Vast and majestic elemental spiritual energy filled the entire hall, sacred and immense, as extraordinary phenomena emerged one after another.

At first, everyone remained composed, treating it as ordinary cultivation nourishment. Yet only moments later, every expression changed drastically.

After the gentle medicinal power of the immortal herbs entered their bodies, it instantly erupted. Rather than merely nourishing their bodies and Soul Power, it pierced directly into their origins, washing away the shackles in their meridians, refining the foundations of their Martial Souls, and allowing them to comprehend the power of heaven and earth!

The medicinal power, pure to the extreme, continually dismantled the obscure bottlenecks accumulated through years of cultivation. Countless sealed cultivation insights and profound truths of their realms became clear in an instant. The Soul Power surrounding them surged madly, and their Soul Rings began pulsing and glowing beyond their control.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was the first to be moved. He held the Heaven-Burning Blood Dragon Ginseng as its vast and tyrannical medicinal power entered his body, instantly washing through every meridian. This veteran Peak Douluo had not been at level ninety-seven for many years, and his bodily foundation was still somewhat unstable. At that moment, the supremely fierce medicinal power frenziedly tempered his body and assailed his realm. The energy around him pulsed violently, and his pressure rose steadily.

Immediately afterward, Second Worship Xinghe, Third Offering Moyun, and the others all changed color. Every one of them could clearly sense their foundations transforming. The cultivation bottlenecks that had long held them back all began to loosen, their barriers shattering one after another.

Qian Xichen on the seat of honor felt it most deeply. The Primordial Sacred Light God Lotus in his hand slowly bloomed, its incomparably pure sacred origin frantically nourishing his soul and Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

As Spirit Hall's peerless Douluo, his cultivation had long stood at the pinnacle of the continent. Now, as the lotus's medicinal power entered his body, it not only greatly extended his lifespan and healed old hidden injuries, but also allowed him to touch the higher barrier of Demigod. His insights surged, and the Angel holy light around him became ever more vast and transcendent.

In just a few breaths, the atmosphere of the entire Worship Hall completely changed. Everyone had immersed themselves in the ultimate state of cultivation enlightenment, unable to pull themselves free.

Qian Xichen was the first to open his eyes. His gaze was deep and vast, while his aura became increasingly transcendent. He gave the immortal herbs filling the air a deep look, then looked toward Qian Xunzong, who was calmly watching from the side, before quickly issuing an order in a deep voice:

"All of you, immediately enter seclusion and stabilize your realms!"

Once he spoke, he said no more. Golden light swept around him, and his figure vanished from the hall in an instant, heading straight for the top-level seclusion chamber.

The other seven great Worships also came back to their senses. Their faces were filled with shock and wild joy. No longer caring for pleasantries, they hurriedly left behind a "Thank you, Zong'er," then rose and rushed toward their respective places of seclusion.

In the blink of an eye, the Worship Hall, which had been somewhat lively moments ago, became completely empty. Only the lingering vast spiritual energy continued to flow slowly.

Seeing everyone enter seclusion, Qian Xunzong could not help but chuckle. He was not surprised in the slightest.

The peerless immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well were originally heaven-and-earth treasures at the very pinnacle of Douluo Continent. With the spiritual energy enhancement of the Jade Light Spirit-Void Pool added on top, their medicinal power had long surpassed ordinary immortal herbs. It was entirely normal for these veteran Douluo to gain further insights from them.

However, probably not many would break through their realms. After all, they were already the continent's strongest experts. Immortal herbs could offer them only limited improvement, and increasing their combat strength somewhat was already quite good.

"Go into seclusion properly. Spirit Hall's overall combat strength is about to soar again."

Qian Xunzong lazily stretched. Without disturbing their secluded cultivation, he held Xiaojing in his arms, turned, and lightly left the Worship Hall, casually closing the hall doors behind him.

Having settled the matter of the immortal herbs, he immediately fell back into an idle state of loafing around.

Qian Daoliu was in seclusion. Qian Xichen and the Worships were in seclusion. Qian Xunji was trapped in the Papal Palace, working through documents. Among the upper ranks of the entire Spirit Hall, he could not find a single person who could accompany him for a chat or a stroll.

"Since I'm free anyway, I might as well go take a look around Spirit City."

Qian Xunzong gave the order casually. Shen Ye, hidden in the shadows, instantly appeared and followed close behind. Gui Mei and Yue Guan also swiftly flashed over, bowing as they awaited orders.

"Young Master." The three spoke in unison as they saluted, their auras steady as they silently guarded his side.

"Come on. Accompany me out of the city for a stroll and let's take a look at Spirit City's street life."