Soul Land: The Founding Pope Returns—and Goes on a Rampage!

Lin Ci was binge-reading Soul Land late into the night when the Qian family of Spirit Hall nearly drove him into a rage-induced grave.

One claimed the moral high ground while doing absolutely nothing. Another assaulted his own disciple and defied his master, only to get killed in return. And the most gifted of the bunch went off to become an undercover agent.

Seriously, what is wrong with this family?

Just then, an interface appeared with three options.

[If you could resurrect one of these three characters from Soul Land, who would you choose?]
[1. Qian Daoliu's father, the thirteenth Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall: Peerless Douluo Qian Chenming.]
[2. Tang Hao's father, the former sect master of the Clear Sky Clan: Titled Douluo Tang Tian.]
[3. Sword Douluo Chen Xin's father, the Rank 97 Super Douluo Chen Jianjun.]

It wasn't exactly a difficult choice. Lin Ci picked the first option instantly.

What could he say? The Qian family was full of real geniuses. Who wouldn't want to go over there and give every last one of them a good, hard slap?

And then...

The next moment, Lin Ci woke up in a graveyard. He really had become Qian Chenming, the founding father of Spirit Hall.

Wait, you're actually serious about this?!

Fine, fine. If that's how it's going to be... Qian Chenming cracked his knuckles and pulled out his trusty Septwolves belt.

Qian Daoliu: "Father, please stop hitting me! I promise I'll never slack off again!"

Qian Renxue: "Great-Grandfather, I never should have gone undercover. I regret it!"

Bibi Dong: "What?! You're saying the old Supreme Pontiff has come back to life, and now he's coming to take my position and settle scores with me?"

Qian Chenming: "Oh, right. Where's that good-for-nothing Qian Xunji? Dead already, is he? No problem. Dig him up. I'll whip his corpse."