“Brother, if you do this, it’s a great lack of filial piety!”
“If Dad and Grandpa knew we snuck into Douluo Hall tonight to dig up Great-Grandfather, they would definitely beat us to death.”
Although Qian Renxue was only about six years old, she was the eldest young lady of Spirit Hall and the successor of the Angel Martial Soul.
She had received an elite education alongside Qian Renheng since childhood; digging up a grave was simply outrageous and rebellious!
Digging up one’s own ancestral grave?
Such a frantic, immoral thing—she wouldn’t dare do it even if she were given ten times the courage.
Looking at the non-stop chattering Qian Renxue, who was so anxious she was about to cry, Qian Renheng wasn’t flustered at all; instead, he was full of confidence.
He jumped down from a stone, walked up to his sister, reached out to gently stroke her head, and began his divine logic.
“Little Xue, you’re thinking small, your vision is too narrow!”
“Little Xue, think carefully.
We clearly have the ability to resurrect Great-Grandfather, to let him see the light of day again and enjoy family happiness!”
“But because of worldly concepts, we remain indifferent and stand by, letting Great-Grandfather continue to eat dirt underground.”
“Isn’t that another kind of great unfilial piety?”
“And as long as we invite Great-Grandfather out and resurrect him, he might even praise us.”
“So…
this grave, we must dig, and we must dig it quickly!”
Qian Renxue was slightly stunned upon hearing this, her gem-like eyes filled with a clear kind of stupidity; this actually seemed to make some sense?
Taking advantage of the gap while Qian Renxue’s CPU was overloaded and crashing, Qian Renheng struck while the iron was hot to seal the deal.
“So Little Xue, for Great-Grandfather to be resurrected, for Great-Grandfather to see the light of day again!”
“So that Dad can see his grandfather, so Grandpa can see his father, and so Great-Grandfather can see his two adorable great-grandchildren!”
“For the glory of Spirit Hall, for the eternal cause of our Qian family, for…”
A dozen ‘for the sake of’s completely dazed Qian Renxue.
“So, we have to dig this grave.
If we don’t, we are unworthy descendants, and even Grandpa couldn’t stop us!”
As his words fell, as if by magic, Qian Renheng pulled out two brand-new standard iron shovels from nowhere.
He shoved one directly into the hands of the still-dazed Qian Renxue and held one himself.
“Little Xue, why are you still standing there?
Start digging!”
Thus, within this solemn and dignified Douluo Hall, a very absurd and comical scene appeared.
Two six-year-old children, dressed in fine clothes and looking like carved jade, were sticking their butts up, huffing and puffing as they swung shovels taller than themselves, frantically digging at their own Great-Grandfather’s grave.
*Clang—*
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the shovel seemed to hit some hard object.
The two children were already sweating profusely and panting, sitting down on the turned-up soil.
Through their unremitting efforts, they finally dug out Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang’s luxurious coffin, made of ten-thousand-year-old sunken wood, in its entirety.
“Great-Grandfather, may your Spirit in heaven not blame your great-grandson for being rude.
After all, I truly have a way to resurrect you.”
“I imagine after lying down there for so long, you’d also want to come out for some air and see the scenery of this new era!”
Qian Renheng muttered to himself, treating it as psychological preparation, then he took a deep breath.
Using sudden force with both hands, he jammed the shovel into the gap of the coffin and pried hard.
*Bang—*
The heavy coffin lid was flipped off, and a faint scent of special spices diffused into the air.
The scene inside the coffin was revealed without reservation to the two of them.
Instead of the tragic sight of corpse worms everywhere as imagined, there was an extremely complete, crystal-clear skeleton!
The surface of the white bones shimmered with a faint, moist luster, proving that its owner during life was an extremely powerful Titled Douluo!
Although it had been buried underground for unknown years, the luxurious silk worn on the body showed no signs of decay.
“Ah—”
No matter how mature Qian Renxue was, she was only a girl of about six.
Suddenly seeing the white bones lying in the coffin, she immediately let out a scream of terror!
She hurriedly threw away the shovel in her hand, covering her eyes tightly with her hands while still peeking out through the gaps between her fingers.
“Bro…
Brother!
Let’s go quickly.
It’s still not too late for us to turn back now.”
Qian Renxue spoke with a sob, beginning to ramble incessantly.
“If Dad and Grandpa find out we didn’t sleep at night and ran here to flip Great-Grandfather’s coffin lid, they will definitely beat us to death.”
“Waaa—Little Xue doesn’t want to be beaten, Little Xue doesn’t want to experience a mixed doubles beating, Little Xue doesn’t want…”
Clearly, the girl was completely terrified by the horrific scene before her and the impending family punishment.
“Shh—”
Qian Renheng was quick-handed, covering Qian Renxue’s chattering cherry-like mouth.
“My little ancestor!”
“Keep your voice down.
In the middle of the night, if you attract the guards outside, we’re both truly finished!”
“The kind where we couldn’t clear our names even if we jumped into the Yellow River!” Cold sweat also broke out on Qian Renheng’s forehead, clearly spooked by the commotion Qian Renxue made.
He could imagine with his toes what the consequences would be if his grandfather, who was extremely focused on rules…
…knew that his two precious grandchildren had come to Douluo Hall in the middle of the night to party and had even flipped his own father’s coffin lid.
That picture was too beautiful; he simply didn’t dare think about it!
At that time, let alone a mixed doubles beating, the whip in Qian Daoliu’s hand probably wouldn’t stop for twenty-four hours a day!
Hearing her brother’s warning, Qian Renxue’s eyes widened in terror.
She nodded desperately and bit her lip hard, no longer daring to make any sound.
“Hehe—”
Seeing Qian Renxue quiet down, Qian Renheng turned his gaze to his Great-Grandfather’s skeleton.
In the quiet night, he let out a slightly neurotic laugh.
There was no fear in his eyes, only excitement and fanaticism!
This was a Level 99 Peerless Douluo Great-Grandfather!
As long as he used his Spirit ability to resurrect him, this peerless powerhouse who once suppressed an era could reappear in the World.
He would become the most terrifying trump card in his hand!
When the time came, he would even bring the living Great-Grandfather to give his father Qian Xunji and grandfather Qian Daoliu a huge surprise!
“Be good, Little Xue.
Don’t be afraid.
Watch your brother’s operation!”
Before acting, Qian Renheng didn’t forget to comfort his trembling sister, Qian Renxue.
He was a transmigrator with an adult soul; seeing a skeleton wasn’t enough to scare him.
But Qian Renxue was different.
No matter how mature she was now, she was only a six-year-old child.
Accompanying him tonight to do such an outrageous, heartless, and immoral thing, it was normal for her to be terrified.
“Little Xue, don’t worry.
After Dad and Grandpa find out what I’ve done today, they will definitely be proud of us!”
“Trust your brother.
Don’t be afraid.
When has your brother ever lied to you?” Qian Renheng patted his chest and guaranteed.
He originally thought these words would serve as comfort.
He didn’t expect that upon hearing this, Qian Renxue first nodded and then, as if remembering something, shook her head violently.
The little girl stared at him aggrievedly, accusing him pitifully: “Brother is a liar, Brother often lies to Little Xue!”
“During New Year’s before, when Dad and Grandpa gave Little Xue lucky money, Brother said he would save it for Little Xue.”
“He said he’d give it to Little Xue when Little Xue grows up, but…
Brother has never given it to Little Xue.”
*Cough, cough, cough, cough—*
Qian Renheng’s face immediately turned red, and he said somewhat awkwardly: “Little Xue, vision, pay attention to your vision!”
“You’re still young; you can’t handle this kind of opportunity.
When you grow up, Brother will return it all to you with interest.”
“Now, don’t make a sound, okay?” Qian Renheng tried his best to hide his embarrassment.
“Clearly Brother and Little Xue were born on the same day, why isn’t Little Xue the one keeping the gold coins?” Qian Renxue pouted and grumbled.
After comforting his sister, Qian Renheng’s face turned solemn, his eyes became sharp, and he murmured: “Come out, Ming Ji!”
*Hum—*
Accompanied by a low hum, surging Soul Power fluctuations suddenly erupted around Qian Renheng.
Under the night, an exquisitely beautiful and aloof figure quietly descended.
She wasn’t illusory but existed as solidly as a real person, floating quietly behind Qian Renheng.
Waterfall-like black hair cascaded to her waist, and her eyes were like brilliant stars, yet they held a coldness that looked down upon all living beings.
A complex and gorgeous black Gothic dress outlined her flawless figure perfectly.
Three pairs of pure black wings slowly unfurled behind her, each feather wreathed in black flames that seemed capable of devouring everything.
Even more amazing were her expressive eyes; when she lowered her gaze to look at Qian Renheng, an unmaskable joy and attachment actually flowed from the depths of her frost-cold eyes.
Qian Renheng slowly extended his right hand and said solemnly: “Ming Ji, use Realm of Death, activate the first Death Apostle slot, and resurrect this skeleton!”
Hearing this, the girl called Ming Ji showed a submissive smile on her beautiful face and gave a slight nod.
She slowly floated down from mid-air, extending her jade-white left hand to rest beside Qian Renheng’s.
One large and one small palm met in the air, and Qian Renheng chanted: “Yin and Yang reversed, Samsara gives way, the Yellow Springs road is severed, the gates of the Underworld open!”
*Boom—*
In an instant, the surrounding space vibrated violently, and ink-black flames erupted from the two of them as the center, sweeping through the entire Douluo Hall like a domineering tsunami.
Beneath Qian Renheng’s feet, mysterious dark red entangled runes emitting an ancient aura lit up.
These runes intertwined and bit at each other, finally forming a dark red hexagram blood-colored magic array.
The moment the array formed, the surrounding space seemed to be violently torn apart by some powerful existence, letting out a piercing sound.
Another completely different, hair-raising World was forcibly projected into the real World.
It was a World where the earth was cracked, boiling lava flowed everywhere, and the sky seemed to be shrouded in darkness.
In the sky of this World, an exaggeratedly large blood moon hung high, demonic yet beautiful, brilliant and eye-catching.
“Resurrect, my Great-Grandfather—”