Father, save me

As everyone knew, Spirit Hall encompassed the Spirit Hall Main Hall, Douluo Hall, and Elder Hall.

Of these, the Spirit Hall Main Hall and Elder Hall were the centers of power and the most important components of Spirit Hall's fighting strength, while Douluo Hall was reserved for burying deceased Titled Douluo, a hall of honor recognized by almost every Soul Master.

At that moment, inside the main chamber of Douluo Hall...

"Father..."

"Save me..."

"Urgh..."

Pfft-

Qian Xunji clutched his chest with one hand as he staggered toward the main chamber, but before he could fully enter, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was thick and black, as though tainted by an evil power. Even as its droplets splashed onto the floor, they gave off faint sizzling sounds.

"Hmm?"

An old man appeared in Douluo Hall, dressed in white, with white hair and a golden half-mask. Naturally, he was Spirit Hall's strongest expert, the level-99 Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu.

Whoosh!

Qian Daoliu suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was already beside Qian Xunji. He looked at him with deeply furrowed brows. "What happened?"

At that moment, Qian Daoliu could clearly sense the supremely yin, supremely evil power of darkness lingering inside Qian Xunji. It was clearly a power specifically suited to countering his Angel Clan.

"Father..."

"This is what happened..."

Qian Xunji endured the intense pain and tried to explain, but the evil power of darkness within him began wreaking havoc again, inexplicably filling his mind with strange fragments of memory.

In those images...

It was the Supreme Pontiff's bedchamber. Qian Xunji burst through the door, then saw a scene that left him dumbfounded.

The scene was chaotic and wild, impossible to describe, unthinkable to describe...

But what needed to be known was that Qian Daoliu's figure appeared in those fragments of memory, along with his woman.

"Fa..."

"Father..."

"How could you?"

At that moment, Qian Xunji immersed himself in those fragments of memory, believing they had really happened. His face flushed scarlet.

"Why would you do this to me?"

Qian Xunji suddenly roared at Qian Daoliu. He could not imagine that the father he respected most had actually done something like that behind his back.

He had actually made him...

Wear! A cuckold's! Green hat!

"Why would you do this to me?"

Qian Xunji roared again, his eyes turning blood-red.

"What do you mean?" Qian Daoliu still had no idea what had happened. He merely frowned at Qian Xunji. "What are you trying to say?"

"Heh, you really know how to put on an act."

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that Qian Daoliu was still putting on a damn act, Qian Xunji's face filled with cold, self-mocking laughter. "Hmph, not long ago, you sneaked into my bedchamber and touched my woman. I saw everything. Why are you still pretending?"

"You... you unfilial son! Do you know what you're saying?"

The moment Qian Xunji finished speaking, Qian Daoliu's expression darkened.

"Hmph, of course I know what I'm saying. You old bastard, you played with my woman behind my back..."

Smack!

Qian Xunji wanted to continue, but Qian Daoliu had reached the end of his patience. He slapped him outright, sending Qian Xunji spinning through 720 degrees before crashing hard onto the floor.

Hum!

Qian Daoliu examined him carefully and noticed something amiss with him. Then he summoned his six-winged angel martial soul, and intense golden light instantly enveloped Qian Xunji.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Piercing sonic booms rang out, and Qian Daoliu's brows abruptly furrowed. He discovered that the power of darkness within Qian Xunji was far from simple. It was supremely yin and supremely evil, its darkness incomparably pure, as though it were... a power of darkness injected by a divine artifact.

If it had not been injected by a divine artifact, this power of darkness could not possibly have been so difficult to remove even with his intervention.

After a long while, Qian Xunji finally recovered.

"Fa..."

"Father..."

Qian Xunji seemed to realize how irrationally he had just behaved and dropped to his knees with a thud.

"Enough. Tell me the whole story first."

"Yes."

Qian Xunji obediently recounted his clash with Bibi Dong, including a clear, detailed description of the enormous scythe wreathed in eerie black mist.

"Bibi Dong..."

"Could she have obtained the Rakshasa Demon Scythe?"

Qian Daoliu fell into thought, a look of disbelief flashing across his face.

"If that is the case, wouldn't she pose a tremendous threat to our angel lineage?"

Qian Daoliu's expression grew grave.

As the Angel God's Great Enshrined, he understood better than anyone that the powers of the Angel God and the Rakshasa God countered each other completely. If the two collided, either both would perish together, or one side would certainly die.

"It seems I must eliminate that girl."

"Fa... Father, are you planning to kill my disciple?"

"She has already obtained the Rakshasa Inheritance, and our angel lineage absolutely cannot tolerate the emergence of such an opponent. I must kill her."

A gleam of gold flashed through Qian Daoliu's eyes, and his intense killing intent seemed to freeze the entire space.

"But..."

"But..."

Qian Xunji hesitated, then added, "Bibi Dong possesses top-tier twin martial souls. She is Spirit Hall's most prodigious genius in a hundred years, as well as its current Saintess. Must we really kill her?"

Bibi Dong had grown up in Spirit Hall, and only after considerable effort had she finally been raised into the Saintess and groomed as his successor. Most importantly, Bibi Dong had blossomed into such a graceful, beautiful woman, hailed by the Soul Masters throughout Spirit City as the most beautiful woman of all.

Her skin was as white and flawless as ice and snow, her waist soft and slender, her long legs incomparably perfect, her proud peaks full, rounded, and brimming with temptation, her body pure and sacred, without a trace of defilement...

He had yet to taste any of it. No, he had not even seen it or touched it.

Most importantly, as long as he united with the supremely gifted Bibi Dong, they might produce a descendant with an even purer bloodline who could truly receive the Angel God's inheritance. Then all his years of painstakingly nurturing Bibi Dong would not have been in vain.

Thinking of all this, how could Qian Xunji accept it? He immediately plucked up his courage and pleaded, "Please reconsider, Father. Spare Dong'er's life."

"Hmph, you wretched fool."

Qian Daoliu glared at Qian Xunji, exasperated that iron would not become steel. "Have I not made myself clear enough? Bibi Dong has now received the Rakshasa God's inheritance. She stands in complete opposition to our angel lineage. She must be eliminated. Do you understand?"

"..."

Seeing Qian Xunji remain silent yet still appear unwilling to accept it, Qian Daoliu seethed inwardly and rebuked him again. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. But you must understand that before the Angel Clan's glorious mission-producing a god from the Qian Family-any romantic attachment can be abandoned. Even if it costs us our lives, we must not hesitate. Do you understand?"

Without waiting for Qian Xunji to answer, Qian Daoliu walked straight past him.

"Father..."

"I know that with your abilities, you can certainly destroy the Rakshasa Inheritance. Of course, that would also destroy everything Dong'er has. But I beg you, if possible, spare her life."

"I have waited more than ten years for this day. I cannot accept giving up just like this. Surely you also wish to see a descendant of the Angel Clan capable of initiating the divine trials."

Just as Qian Daoliu was about to leave, Qian Xunji could not help speaking up after all.

This time, his words were utterly naked.

He wanted to unite with Bibi Dong. He wanted to have a child with her.

Even if Bibi Dong's cultivation were crippled and she became an ordinary person, he still wanted to try. After all, Bibi Dong's former talent was there for all to see. Perhaps it might succeed.

Silence lingered for a long time.

"Hmph, I will decide according to the circumstances."

Qian Daoliu gave a soft snort, but inwardly began weighing the matter.

Bibi Dong is indeed the most gifted woman I have seen in a hundred years, and such a beauty as could bring disaster, too. I can hardly blame this unfilial son for being unwilling to give her up.

Unfortunately, how could a woman whose soul power has been crippled bear a child capable of withstanding angel divine power? How could a Douluo stripped of her soul power withstand those 'hundred million' portions of your strength? At the very least, it would take a woman of the same level as you.

(End of chapter)