Poor Ghost

Yes, this was Qin Xuan and Yan Lingji's child.

In Qin Xuan's words, since he was already here, how could he take the benefits and still expect to leave?

On the night of the day she emerged from seclusion and showed off to Yue Shen, Qin Xuan had devoured her completely.

Her life full of "sin" had come to an end, and she was forced into becoming a wife and mother.

Qin Xuan wore a wicked grin, his face filled with teasing and smugness. "Are you jealous, Firestarter Princess?"

"Don't call me Firestarter Princess." Yan Lingji instantly broke down. This bastard called her those three words every time he used the Wheel-Turning Divine Art on her, leaving her with nearly a psychological shadow over them.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you." Qin Xuan curled his lips and changed the subject. "How are the Six Sword Slaves doing now?"

Yan Lingji turned serious. "Zhen Gang, Luan Shen, and Duan Shui have already advanced to Titled Douluo. Wang Liang, Zhuan Po, and Mie Hun are a little behind, but they've all reached level 89, so there shouldn't be any problem. As you instructed, I've summoned them all back."

"Very good. That's enough." Qin Xuan said, "Arrange for someone to send word to the Clear Sky Sect right away. Tell them that the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast has been found. Have them bring Tang Hao to the Soul Master Guild to pay."

Clear Sky Sect's council hall.

Since the Clear Sky Sect had yet to produce an heir capable of taking up the mantle of sect master, Tang Tian, who was barely holding on, sat weakly in the seat of honor at the very top.

Below him, seated in two rows, were Tang Bai, Tang Lie, and the other six Soul Douluo elders.

Silence!