Seven Great Worships

Elder Hall.

This was the largest building in Spirit City aside from the Papal Hall, and it represented the strongest force within all of Spirit Hall.

Inside the towering domed structure lay a vast hall immediately upon entering. The hollow dome rose nearly thirty zhang high, with four levels surrounding it. The first level had no rooms; from the second level upward, each floor contained ten rooms.

Except under extremely special circumstances, only those with Soul Power above Level-Ninety and the strength of a Titled Douluo were qualified to reside here.

This was the seat of Spirit Hall's highest authority. Even the Pope, Qian Xunji, was subject to its constraints.

In the end, it all came down to strength.

Especially the seven Worships who lived on the highest floor.

Any one of them was stronger than the Pope.

That was because they were all Super Douluo at least at Level-Ninety-Six, or even Peak Douluo and Limit Douluo.

At this moment, the Elder Hall was utterly silent. There was not even a single attendant in sight.

The guards were nowhere to be seen either.

The moment Qin Xuan stepped into the enormous hall, his heart jolted. Every hair on his body stood on end, while the Martial Soul within him seemed to be drawn by something, resonating with two presences ahead that were even more powerful than Qian Xunji.

At the very innermost part of this enormous hall.

Before a Six-Winged Angel statue over ten meters tall stood seven people in silence. Their backs faced the entrance, their hands pressed together in prayer as they closed their eyes before the statue.

Judging from their backs, they were seven men. Each wore distinctive golden armor, differing only in the colors of their inner robes and capes.

The man in the very center was rather tall but not particularly muscular. His shoulder armor was shaped like a Six-Winged Angel, while his inner robe and cape were dark blue. His golden hair flowed behind him, impeccably groomed.

There was something extremely peculiar about him.

It was as if all the sunlight streaming through the enormous windows around the hall had converged upon him alone.

Though he merely stood there, his figure seemed infinitely magnified, as if he had become the center of the Elder Hall itself. Even the burly old man to his left, who was far taller than him and wore wildly imposing crocodile-shaped shoulder armor, had been reduced to a mere foil.

He inspired the urge to bow down in worship.

"Qin Xuan pays his respects to my two teachers and the five Worships."

Qin Xuan stepped forward. Though he was not accustomed to kneeling, he still dropped to one knee and respectfully saluted the seven men.

The seven showed no intention of turning around and simply continued gazing quietly at the massive Six-Winged Angel statue before them.

After a long while.

The figure standing at the far left, who was especially petite compared to the others, was the first to lose patience. He turned his head slightly and said in a low voice,

"Brat Qin Xuan, I heard from the Pope that you're going to Slaughter City. Not bad, not bad. You've got courage. This old man is starting to appreciate you."

His left eye was covered in ice and snow, and he had a head of silver hair. Due to his Martial Soul, his left arm resembled ice. Though he was truly an old man, his appearance and voice remained like those of a youth.

He was Spirit Hall's Fifth Worship, Guangling Douluo, whose Soul Power had reached Level-Ninety-Six.

"Guang Ling, be serious." The tall old man standing to Qian Daoliu's left shot him a sidelong glance and sternly rebuked him.

"Oh." Guangling Douluo pursed his lips and replied softly, but he did not dare argue. He resumed his earlier praying posture.

Qin Xuan did not dare interrupt either. He remained on one knee, waiting silently.

A long time passed.

Only then did the man standing in the center open his eyes and slowly turn around. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, and his features bore some resemblance to Qian Xunji's.

Yet his bearing far surpassed the latter's. A faint smile always rested on his face, and his aura was calm and serene, making others feel extremely comfortable.

He was Spirit Hall's Grand Worship, the Level-Ninety-Nine Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu.

The remaining six deliberately slowed their movements by a beat. After reverently bowing to the Six-Winged Angel statue, they turned around along with him.

"Rise." Qian Daoliu spoke, and a gentle strand of Soul Power lifted Qin Xuan to his feet.

"Thank you, Grand Worship." Qin Xuan was somewhat flattered. In his memories, he had not had much interaction with Qian Daoliu. They had only met once, over a year ago, when he became Qian Jun and Jiang Mo's disciple.

The man had actually used Soul Power to help him up from afar, just short of personally extending a hand.

Though Qin Xuan was not particularly moved. Aside from that dead bastard Qian Xunji, it seemed only the six great Worships and the future Qian Renxue received such treatment.

"I heard from Jie'er that you wish to train in Slaughter City, and that he has praised your performance during this period, strongly supporting the matter." Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back and asked gently yet majestically, "What do you say?"

"Qin Xuan is willing to go," Qin Xuan answered firmly.

At the same time, he sneered inwardly. That old bastard Qian Xunji truly wished for his death. He had not mentioned a single word about agreeing to let him marry Bibi Dong.

Before awakening the system, he would have tried to find some roundabout way to refuse.

At worst, he could have delayed for a while.

But now, he had Immortal Herbs, [Phoenix Fire] to guard against the miasma in Slaughter City, and the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique and Ghost Valley Breathing Technique to strike downward in Slaughter City. What was there left for him to hesitate about?

If he continued staying in Spirit Hall, he would instead become a thorn in Qian Xunji's side.

"Ah, foolish child." Qian Daoliu sighed softly.

As the saying went, no one knew a son better than his father. How could Qian Daoliu not know what kind of scum Qian Xunji was, what sort of character he had, and what schemes he was plotting?

As the Pope of Spirit Hall, he was already over fifty, yet he had remained unmarried and had yet to produce descendants for the Angel Clan.

On one hand, his standards were too high. He looked down on those ordinary beauties, believing they were unworthy of bearing the Angel Clan's bloodline.

In this regard, he somewhat resembled Qian Daoliu. Otherwise, Qian Daoliu would not have fathered Qian Xunji only at seventy. He simply was not as extreme as Qian Xunji.

On the other hand, there was Bibi Dong. She possessed the two supreme Twin Martial Souls, the Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Eating Spider Emperor. Not only did she possess Innate Full Soul Power, but she was also a peerless beauty.

Whether in temperament or appearance.

Across the entire Douluo Continent, few could surpass her.

From the moment Qian Xunji accepted Bibi Dong as his disciple, Qian Daoliu had noticed a change in Qian Xunji's gaze.

There was greed and desire in his eyes.

Though he hid it well, he could not conceal it from Qian Daoliu, his father.

That was not the gaze one cast upon a disciple, nor upon a junior. It was the gaze one cast upon prey.

Mm!

The kind of gaze a lecherous middle-aged man gave a little girl.

He wanted to devour her completely, leaving not even bone fragments behind.

Qian Daoliu had merely turned a blind eye.

He felt that if Qian Xunji could one day make Bibi Dong fall in love with him, and the two could naturally come together, it would not be so bad.

Perhaps they might even produce a future Angel God for the Angel Clan. That was why he had delayed exposing it.

Thus.

Qian Daoliu's character flaw was fully revealed.

He liked to look ahead and behind before doing anything.