The Young Heir of Spirit Hall Returns to His Roots

"There was such a thing?"

"If that's true, this will be difficult."

"Are we supposed to stand by and watch Tang San become a god, and then..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo was deeply frustrated, but he did not finish.

With gods involved, even Qian Daoliu did not know what to do.

Across the entire continent, few understood the power of gods better than he did.

"Grandfathers, don't worry. Our ancestor's journal recorded how Tang San became a god and how everyone fell under his sway. I have a way to stop him."

At this point, Tang San was only ten years old and posed no threat. Qian Zong had plenty of time to plan how to seize the fortunes of Douluo Continent.

At those words, surprise flickered in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Qian Zong seemed sure of himself, and the plan would benefit the Angel lineage and Qian Renxue, so Qian Daoliu did not press him.

Qian Zong struggled to force a smile.

"But before that, could you let me get some sleep? I haven't rested properly in over six years."

Qian Zong was exhausted to the bone. If there had not been things he had to make clear, he would have simply fallen asleep.

Seeing that Qian Zong had a plan, Golden Crocodile Douluo said happily:

"Good! That's good!

"Just give the order, young heir. I would lay down my life for you."

Light Feather Douluo took a Worship Hall token from his robes and made his own pledge. "If you ever need anything, young heir, come to me. Whatever it is, I'll give it everything I have."

Both men were staunch supporters of the Angel lineage. Once Qian Zong's identity was clear, they went all in without a second thought.

"I was thoughtless. There's no rush. Zong'er, stay in the Worship Hall for now and focus on recovering."

There was a trace of apology in Qian Daoliu's concern. He had been so focused on asking Qian Zong about the Angel lineage's future that he had forgotten the boy was gravely injured.

"Ancestor, catch me." Qian Zong nodded, closed his eyes, and toppled into Qian Renxue's arms.

He had held on until now through sheer force of will, keeping himself going on one last breath.

Now that breath was spent. It was time to sleep.

Qian Renxue caught Qian Zong and let him rest in her arms.

She stroked his head without thinking. A secret delight stirred in her heart, mixed with melancholy and bewilderment.

I have a grandson. But how am I supposed to raise him?

I've never even been a mother. How am I supposed to be an ancestor?

Qian Renxue took her responsibilities seriously.

When Qian Zong fell asleep, Qian Daoliu summoned a thread of Angel Divine Power to protect him and Qian Renxue. At the same time, he unleashed the pressure of a near-god upon Ci Xue and She Long.

This time, Qian Daoliu held nothing back. He called directly upon Angel Divine Power.

Divine Power and Soul Power were entirely different things. Before Ci Xue and She Long could react, the crushing force pinned them down, leaving them unable to lift their heads.

"Ci Xue, She Long. Not a word of what happened today may reach a third person. If it does, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth and kill you."

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Light Feather Douluo also cast warning looks at Ci Xue and She Long.

Ci Xue and She Long were stunned, and their hearts sank.

They had suspected there were hidden depths to Spirit Hall's leadership, but never imagined the waters ran this deep: Qian Renxue was Bibi Dong's biological daughter.

Neither dared ask questions. They dropped to their knees and said solemnly, "We obey, Great Enshrined!"

Qian Daoliu withdrew the pressure and said:

"From now on, you two will live in the Worship Hall. I will instruct you personally. You may not leave without my permission."

What had happened today touched the very foundations of the Angel lineage. Qian Daoliu cast aside his usual manner and acted decisively.

The two answered together, "Yes!"

The chance to learn from Qian Daoliu, one of the continent's strongest, filled them with both joy and unease.

"In that case, go find yourselves a place to stay nearby."

After Ci Xue and She Long left the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu sighed softly.

He had initially thought Qian Zong was merely a descendant with Angel Bloodline. Since Ci Xue and She Long were Qian Renxue's protectors, he had not sent them away.

By the time he realized his mistake, they already knew who Qian Zong and Qian Renxue were. There was no point in expelling them then.

"Xue'er, take Zong'er to rest. I'll arrange two new guards for you."

With Qian Renxue's life and the Angel lineage's ten-thousand-year legacy at stake, Qian Daoliu intended to think this through carefully.

Qian Renxue considered it, then nodded. "I spend most of my time in the empire and rarely come back. Zong'er can stay in my room from now on."

Qian Zong might have accepted at once that Qian Renxue was his ancestor, but that did not mean she could immediately accept that he was her descendant from 589 generations down the line.

Qian Renxue's feelings were a tangled mess. She could not imagine how she was supposed to live with Qian Zong from now on.

The moment Mighty Lion Douluo entered the Worship Hall, he called out, "Big brother! You summoned us so urgently. What happened?"

"Greetings, young mistress!"

"Greetings, young mistress!"

All seven enshrined of Spirit Hall had arrived after receiving Qian Daoliu's message.

Qian Renxue needed time to collect herself. After greeting the enshrined, she unfurled her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and flew toward her chambers with Qian Zong in her arms.

Once Qian Renxue had left the Worship Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a long breath and asked:

"Big brother, is Bibi Dong truly the Rakshasa God's successor? And the young mistress's mother?"

He had wanted to ask for some time, but he knew Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong did not get along, so he had kept it to himself while she was there.

Qian Daoliu nodded and concealed nothing further.

"I sensed a source of dark power within Bibi Dong long ago. I only suspected she had inherited a god's legacy, but after what Zong'er told us, I can now confirm it."

Qian Daoliu paused, sighed, and continued:

"It's also true that Bibi Dong is Xue'er's mother."

With that, Qian Daoliu offered no further explanation.

He had meant to take the secret to his grave. He had not expected someone who knew everything to appear.

Light Feather Douluo was shocked, but he did not dwell on it. Instead, he asked:

"Big brother, what do we do next? Are we really letting Yu Xiaogang and Tang San go?"

He was a Super Douluo, yet he could not even kill a level-29 Soul Grandmaster. The thought left him simmering with frustration.

"We need not interfere. We'll give Zong'er our full support and avoid drawing the attention of the plane's consciousness."

Golden Crocodile Douluo, the only one of the six present who knew Qian Zong's identity, looked pained.

"But the young heir's body can no longer withstand cultivation. Big brother, is there truly no way to heal him?"

Light Feather Douluo gritted his teeth. "Those damned Evil Soul Masters. How could they be so vicious?"

At his words, silence fell.

Angel Divine Power could keep Qian Zong alive only because his bloodline was pure enough to passively absorb some of it and nourish his body.

But restoring his body to its former state was beyond its power.

Even gods were not all-powerful.

Mighty Lion Douluo gave a guileless grin and cut in:

"Big brother, second brother, Fifth, what are you talking about? Why can't I follow any of this?"

He had pieced together a few things from Golden Crocodile Douluo and Light Feather Douluo's conversation: Bibi Dong had inherited the Rakshasa God's legacy and was Qian Renxue's biological mother. Unbelievable as it was, he could grasp that much.

But what Golden Crocodile Douluo and Light Feather Douluo said afterward went over his head.

Azure Luan Douluo, Qian Jun, and Demon Subduing Douluo, who had arrived late, looked equally baffled. They guessed they had missed something important.