Qian Xunji's Incompetent Ranting

Inside the Papal Hall.

Bang—! More than a year later, Qian Xunji smashed a jade teacup once again. The priceless Douluo-famed tea splashed all over the ground.

"Say that to me again."

Dressed in a gold-inlaid red robe, wearing the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, and inner-built with the Golden Armor Holy Garment, Qian Xunji clenched his left fist tightly while pointing his right hand forward. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his wicked, handsome, and indifferent face was hideously distorted, filled with extreme rage.

Opposite him was a middle-aged man dressed entirely in black and veiled with a black cloth.

Kneeling on one knee, he said in fear and trembling, "During this trip to Yelin City, Holy Maiden and Yu Xiaogang's words and actions were intimate, and it seems—"

"Seems what?" Qian Xunji asked angrily, pursuing an answer upon hearing this.

"It seems they have already fallen in love, and it has been quite some time."

"Trash, trash! I told you to protect the Holy Maiden in secret, did you stuff those eyes of yours into a dog's belly?"

Golden light rippled across Qian Xunji's body. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the masked man and kicked toward the latter's chest.

The masked man only had the cultivation of a Soul Douluo, so how could he possibly be Qian Xunji's match? Even if he possessed a shred of retaliatory strength, he did not dare to dodge.

His entire body was instantly sent flying by Qian Xunji's kick, violently slamming against the hall's golden pillar. Disregarding the excruciating pain, he hurriedly fell to his knees and begged for mercy after hitting the ground:

"Please spare me, His Holiness the Pope! Holy Maiden always hid things extremely well in the past. Every time they met over this past year, it was with Yu Xiaogang in the library, and this subordinate also—"

There was another sentence he did not say, which was that he never expected the dignified Spirit Hall Holy Maiden and future Pope successor to actually fall in love with someone like Yu Xiaogang, who was notoriously famous as trash in the Soul Master circle.

"Also what? Get lost and continue monitoring." No matter how angry Qian Xunji was, he could not actually do anything to the masked man.

After all, he was a Soul Douluo. No matter which faction he was placed in, he was an indispensable high-tier powerhouse.

He was an existence who might grow into a Titled Douluo.

He was not about to truly punish the other party over this matter.

"This subordinate obeys." Upon hearing this, the masked man felt as though he had been granted amnesty. He answered respectfully and scurried away.

Watching the masked Soul Douluo's distant retreating figure, Qian Xunji fell into contemplation.

"His Holiness the Pope, should I—"

That mob close-protection Douluo who had previously suggested killing Qin Xuan walked to Qian Xunji's side and made a neck-slicing gesture.

"No need, this seat has a better idea." Qian Xunji raised a hand to interrupt, a bizarre smirk suddenly blooming on his wicked and indifferent face.

Things had reached this point; it was already impossible to marry Bibi Dong through normal means.

He understood that good disciple of his better than anyone else.

Once she set her mind on something, no one could change it.

Neither could he lower his status to pursue his own disciple.

That would compromise his dignity as Pope.

The reason he had delayed in capturing Bibi Dong was precisely because he worried she would seek death or make a huge fuss afterward.

Now it was different; with Yu Xiaogang as this weakness, Bibi Dong would never be able to shake off Qian Xunji again.

Just as Qian Xunji was entertaining pleasant thoughts, a palace guard hurried inside and dropped to one knee. "His Holiness the Pope."

"Speak!" With a wave of Qian Xunji's large hand and a flash of his figure, he returned to the papal throne and sat down. The two close-protection Douluo guards flanked him on either side, majestic and calm.

"Second Excellency has returned." The palace guard said respectfully.

Qian Xunji was stunned. "Second Excellency?"

When did Spirit Hall get a Second Excellency? Why had he never heard of it?

The two close-protection Douluo guards exchanged glances upon hearing this, hints of strange expressions flickering in their eyes as they reminded him from the side, "Your Holiness, you've forgotten. A year ago, in the Elder Hall, you and Qin Xuan—"

"Oh, you mean that brat."

Qian Xunji came to his senses, then recalled that a year ago, under the mandate of his father Qian Daoliu, he had seemingly sworn brotherhood with Qin Xuan.

It had caused quite a stir within Spirit Hall at the time.

Some people felt Qin Xuan had run into blind luck, while others felt Qin Xuan was valued by Grand Worship and had a boundless future.

Back then, he was practically beside himself with anger. If not for the face of his father Qian Daoliu and the fact that the other party was about to go off to his death, he would have long since flown into a rage.

Making the successor of the Angel Clan, the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, swear brotherhood with a kid with a mere five Soul Rings.

Whenever he thought of it, he felt his old man placed far too much value on Qin Xuan, a person on the verge of death, and had a broken brain.

Wait... Qin Xuan was back?

"What did you say? Qin Xuan that brat is back?" Qian Xunji finally reacted, abruptly standing up, somewhat unable to control his excited emotions as he cried out.

How could he come back?

How could he possibly come back?

Even he lacked the confidence to get through a ghost place like Slaughter City where soul skills could not be used.

Relying solely on that kid with a mere five Soul Rings, how on earth did he get out?

Could it be that he really was going to have to marry Bibi Dong off to Qin Xuan's brat?

Anger, incomprehension, jealousy, murderous intent, and various other emotions quickly filled Qian Xunji's heart.

Before the Elder Hall.

"Stop." Two palace-guard knights clad in golden armor blocked Qin Xuan and his companion's path. Around them, a hundred palace-guard knights simultaneously raised the knight longswords in their hands.

One of the palace-guard knights recognized Qin Xuan and said respectfully, "Second Excellency, this is a forbidden area. You are His Holiness the Pope's second brother, and also the disciple of the Sixth Worship and Seventh Worship, so you naturally have the qualification to enter, but this lady——"

He looked at Jing Ni with some hesitation.

Although Jing Ni still maintained a poker face, she was inwardly astonished.

Because she discovered that not a single one of these people was weak.

They were all uniformly at the Soul King cultivation level.

Qin Xuan gave Jing Ni a reassuring look, then shifted his gaze to that palace-guard knight. "What, do I need to be blocked just to bring my wife to see my First Master and Second Master?"

His expression was indifferent, and his tone was filled with displeasure.

In this world of the jungle and the strong, treating low-level subordinates with amiability and a pleasant expression was a foolish act. The objects of his loyalty had always been those powerhouses of the Elder Hall.

Showing amiability would not make them feel the slightest bit of gratitude; on the contrary, you would gradually lose awe in their hearts.

"This——" Sure enough, as soon as those words came out, that palace-guard knight immediately shivered, dropped to one knee with a thud, and said, "This subordinate knows his crime."

The hundred-plus palace-guard knights composed of Soul Kings neatly and uniformly made the same movement. Then, under the waving signal of the lead knight, they cleared the way.

The two entered the hall.

Holding a staff in his right hand and draped in a purple robe, the Sixth Worship, Douluo Qian Jun, seemed to have already received the news of Qin Xuan's return and had been waiting here for a long time.

Standing before the statue of the Six-Winged Angel, his entire person had his back turned toward the direction of the main doors, his head raised to gaze upward.

As for the other worships, in order to pursue higher realms, they were each in seclusion engaging in bitter cultivation.

Last time was an exception. It just happened to coincide with the day of the sacrifice to the Angel God.

Excluding Douluo Jiang Mo who was in seclusion, with Qin Xuan's strength and status, it was not yet enough for them to grant an audience.

"First Master." Qin Xuan brought Jing Ni along to cup his hands and bow.

"You're back." A majestic yet calm voice reverberated through the hall. Douluo Qian Jun held the Coiling Dragon Staff in his right hand and slowly turned around. Whether in his words or expression, it was impossible to discern any emotion from him.

With a single step forward, in the blink of an eye, he arrived before Qin Xuan and Jing Ni.