Qian Xunji's Generosity

When Jiang Mo Douluo mobilized his Soul Power and habitually summoned his Coiling Dragon Staff, he was astonished to discover that after completing the Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Qin Xuan, the Soul Power bottleneck within him—restricted by his talent, stagnant for years without any breakthrough, and almost impossible to break through in the future—actually showed signs of loosening.

When he looked at Qin Xuan, his nominal disciple, again, there was an extra trace of affection in his eyes.

His bitter expression vanished in an instant, replaced by excitement and exhilaration. The joy on his face was practically overflowing.

Creak— The doors of the Elder Hall opened in response.

Qian Xunji wore the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown and the Golden Armor Holy Garment. Striding in like a dragon and tiger, looking every bit the dignified figure, he marched into the hall.

Behind him followed two personal guardian Douluo and twelve Red-Robed Cardinals.

The Red-Robed Cardinals consciously split into two rows and remained outside the hall to wait, while the two guardian Douluo followed him inside.

[Ding, opposing character Qian Xunji detected. Would you like to bind him?]

"Bind him," Qin Xuan silently said to himself.

Talk about perfect timing. Just when he was sleepy, someone brought him a pillow.

[Ding, binding successful.]

"Your Holiness the Pope."

Qian Xunji stood at the entrance of the main hall. Chrysanthemum Pass and Ghost Douluo immediately dropped to one knee and respectfully saluted him.

"Rise." Qian Xunji nodded slowly. His tone was indifferent, but not harsh.

In his eyes, everyone below Titled Douluo was nothing but an ant. However, Chrysanthemum Pass and Ghost Douluo were different. Not only did they possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but they were also Level-Eighty-Nine Soul Douluo, only a hair's breadth away from becoming Titled Douluo. They could break through at any time, so calling them Quasi-Titled Douluo would not be an exaggeration.

They were worth taking seriously.

But when his gaze swept over Qin Xuan, a flicker of displeasure immediately flashed through his eyes.

[Qian Xunji resentment +18888]

[Qian Xunji resentment +28888]

[Qian Xunji resentment +28888]

This guy really deserved to be called the number one pervert in Douluo. He had not even said a word and had already contributed sixty or seventy thousand Emotion Points. Qin Xuan sighed inwardly.

At the same time, he could not help wondering, Do I really have to kneel?

Just as he was hesitating, Qian Daoliu's voice sounded beside his ear. "Xuan'er, you are Qian Jun and Jiang Mo's disciple. You are of the same generation as Jie'er, so there will be no need for you to kneel in the future. In private, you may address each other as brothers."

As soon as those words were spoken, the six Worships, as well as Chrysanthemum Pass and Ghost Douluo, were all stunned. Then, recalling the Martial Soul Fusion Skill from earlier, they quickly understood.

Not only was Qin Xuan exceptionally talented, but without either side using Soul Skills, he had beaten the Level-Eighty-Nine Soul Douluo Chrysanthemum Pass back step by step, leaving him completely unable to fight back.

Even more remarkably, he could join forces with Jiang Mo Douluo, the Seventh Worship, to perform a Martial Soul Fusion Skill despite only having the cultivation of a Soul King.

He was qualified.

In contrast, Qian Xunji and the personal guardian Douluo under his command looked as though they had eaten shit.

They knew the Grand Worship held Qin Xuan in high regard, but they had not expected him to value Qin Xuan to such an extent that he would let him call the Pope his brother.

What gave him the right?

Was it merely because he had five Soul Rings, or because he was the disciple of the two Worships, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo?

This old man had some skill. He really knew how to handle things. Qin Xuan was somewhat surprised as well, though he did not show it.

His acting instincts kicked in again. Putting on a flattered and apprehensive expression, he said, "Grand Worship, how could Qin Xuan possibly deserve to call His Holiness the Pope his brother? This is far too great an honor for me. I ask the Grand Worship to withdraw this order."

Hmph! At least you know your place. Qian Xunji snorted inwardly and changed the subject. "Father, your son came this time to offer congratulations. Just now—"

Before Qian Xunji could finish, Qian Daoliu spoke again. "Do you two think I was joking just now?"

He narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over the two of them—or, more precisely, over Qian Xunji.

Qian Daoliu had already witnessed Qin Xuan's strength and talent. He had even begun considering letting Qin Xuan inherit his position as Grand Worship after he cultivated a new generation Angel God for the Qian Family.

Yet his son had lowered himself to target this genius of Spirit Hall over a woman.

"Your son would not dare."

"Qin Xuan would not dare."

Qian Xunji and Qin Xuan lowered their heads and clasped their fists at the same time.

"Good." Qian Daoliu looked at Qin Xuan. "Xuan'er, why have you not called him Big Brother yet?"

"Big Brother." Qin Xuan turned toward Qian Xunji and clasped his fists.

"Second Brother." With his father Qian Daoliu standing nearby, Qian Xunji could only force down the rage in his heart and step forward with a smile to help him up.

"Big Brother!"

"Second Brother!"

"Big Brother!"

"Second Brother!"

"Haha!"

The two called out to each other back and forth, then burst into laughter at the same time. They really did look like a pair of close brothers.

In truth, both were cursing in their hearts, each harboring his own schemes. Each wished he could get rid of the other as quickly as possible.

The difference was that while Qin Xuan wanted to kill Qian Xunji, he knew Qian Xunji wanted to kill him too.

Qian Xunji, meanwhile, had no idea that he had already made it onto Qin Xuan's kill list.

Seeing this, the seven Worships nodded in satisfaction.

Now that the two had become brothers, Jie'er should not do anything foolish again, right? Qian Daoliu comforted himself with that thought before saying to Qian Xunji, "Jie'er, since you have acknowledged Xuan'er as your brother, you cannot give him nothing."

"Xuan'er is about to enter Slaughter City for training. Why not give him the Wisdom Skull you obtained from killing that fifty-thousand-year Soul Beast some time ago?"

Qian Daoliu's imagination was beautiful, but reality was often cruel.

From the moment Qin Xuan entered the Papal Hall and asked Qian Xunji for Bibi Dong's hand in marriage, he had already landed on Qian Xunji's kill list.

Qin Xuan was the same. From the moment he regained the memories of his past life and realized he intended to lay hands on this pervert's forbidden treasure, he knew Qian Xunji would never let him go.

Nor was he foolish enough to rely on Qian Xunji's mercy to survive. For now, he could only play along.

The two were destined to fight until one of them died.

"Your son will follow Father's decision." Qian Xunji agreed at once, without the slightest hesitation.

His generosity was so startling that even the two personal guardian Douluo behind him looked as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Was this really their Pope, who looked magnificent and noble on the surface but was filthy inside, coveting his own disciple's body?

He was giving away a priceless Wisdom Skull from a fifty- or sixty-thousand-year Soul Beast just like that.

And he was giving it to Qin Xuan, the man who wanted to lay hands on the Holy Maiden.

However, they were not worms in Qian Xunji's stomach. How could they possibly know what he was thinking? In his view, although the Spirit-Concentrating Wisdom Skull was precious enough to make his heart ache—

No matter how much it pained him, he had no use for it. He already possessed the superior Head Soul Bone from the Angel Set.

As for his disciple, Bibi Dong, she had received a Wisdom Skull on the day she was invested as the Holy Maiden. Its quality was no worse than the Spirit-Concentrating Wisdom Skull.

Rather than leaving it in storage to gather dust, only to end up in someone else's hands someday—

He might as well give it to Qin Xuan and send him into Slaughter City.

That way, he could eliminate a love rival who wanted—and might have a chance—to lay hands on his disciple Bibi Dong, while also earning goodwill from his father and the Worships. If he gritted his teeth, it seemed acceptable.

It was just a pity about that excellent Wisdom Skull. Once Qin Xuan died, he did not know whether he would be able to get it back.

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