“Father, this senior, he is…”
Dressed in magnificent Supreme Pontiff robes and wearing the Nine-Segment Purple Gold Crown, Qian Xunji asked with a look of bewilderment.
He had originally come here filled with rage and the majesty of the Supreme Pontiff to slay the intruder.
As a result, seeing this extremely disjointed scene before him, he was suddenly at a loss.
Qian Daoliu was still worried about having just beaten his own father and was so embarrassed he didn’t know where to hide.
Hearing this, he directly swung his large arm.
“Smack—” The crisp sound was exceptionally loud on the white jade square.
Qian Daoliu swung his arm in a full arc and delivered a solid slap to the back of Qian Xunji’s head.
This slap even knocked the Purple Gold Crown of this Supreme Pontiff—who stood high above in the hearts of Spirit Masters—askew.
“What are you just standing there for!
You disrespectful thing, you have no situational awareness at all!”
Qian Daoliu glared with wide eyes and roared, “This is your biological grandfather!
Hurry up and get over here to pay your respects!”
“Ah?
Ah…
Ah, this?!”
Qian Xunji was slapped so hard that he saw stars, looking at his father in a daze.
He clutched the back of his throbbing head, his brain stalling, clearly not having processed the situation at all.
My grandfather?
Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang?
But…
didn’t my grandfather pass away before I was even born?
His old man’s remains are still buried in the Douluo Hall.
Moreover, looking at this middle-aged man in front of him, with a glowing complexion and abundant vitality, he looked to be about the same age as himself!
Looking at his father’s gaze, which seemed ready to devour him, even if Qian Xunji had a hundred thousand questions in his heart, he could only suppress them.
There must be a reason his father was doing this, and his father would never joke about such a major matter!
Furthermore, the bloodline resonance originating from the Seraphim bloodline could not be faked.
This person before him truly was his grandfather.
“Grandson Qian Xunji…
pays respects to Grandfather!” Qian Xunji tidied his appearance slightly, then knelt on one knee to salute Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang.
“Grandfather, how exactly did he come back to life?” His heart was full of doubt; could the dead really live again?
It wasn’t just him; Qian Daoliu and the Six Great Offerings were also filled with doubts.
Resurrection?
This simply defied all logic!
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Good!
Good child, get up quickly.”
Looking at this dignified and impressive grandson whose cultivation had reached Rank 95, Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang laughed heartily.
He used his spirit power to gently lift Qian Xunji up, his eyes full of the appreciation and affection one has for a junior.
“Not bad, truly not bad!”
“As expected of my Qian family’s blood.
Though your talent is a bit lacking, this bearing and style have the look of how I was in my youth!” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang nodded with satisfaction.
But if he knew that the grandson before him, who seemed like a gentleman, had done such beastly things behind everyone’s back…
He would probably draw his sword immediately and cleave this ‘black cotton ball’ in two to clean up the family!
To think that in their Spirit Hall’s Qian family, every generation had been upright and honorable people.
How did a black cotton ball pop out from this pile of white cotton balls?
Seeing that his father’s mood was decent, Qian Daoliu cautiously approached and asked, “Father, now that the misunderstanding is cleared up…”
“Should you, old man, perhaps explain exactly how you…
returned from the dead?”
Speaking of this, Qian Daoliu suddenly felt a bit aggrieved.
“Back then, it was I, your son, who personally prepared your body, sealed the coffin, and finally buried you.”
“I even clearly remember how many silver nails were on your coffin lid.
For you to suddenly resurrect…
you can’t blame me for treating you like an evil Spirit.”
“If the you of back then had seen my grandfather suddenly resurrect, you probably would have done something even more excessive than me.”
“So, Father, please explain, how exactly did you resurrect?!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Gold Crocodile Douluo and the other five offerings, including the newly risen Qian Xunji, all held their breath and pricked up their ears.
This was the great secret of returning from the dead!
If their Spirit Hall could fully master it, wouldn’t Spirit Hall take off and dominate the continent right then and there?!
Looking at the aggrieved Qian Daoliu, Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang also felt a bit in the wrong.
If he hadn’t just suddenly appeared, this kind of blunder wouldn’t have happened.
“This is a long story, so let’s keep it short.
It’s only a few sentences.”
“Actually, even I find this matter incredible, like a dream.”
“But regardless, the reality is that I am standing here before you alive and well.”
“When I was resurrected, I was also in a daze, even thinking it was a deathbed hallucination.”
Qian Daoliu: “…”
Qian Xunji: “…”
The Offerings: “…”
So you, old man, are a confused ghost yourself?
Are you playing riddles with us here?
“Cough, cough—” Seeing everyone’s expressions that looked as if they were constipated, Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang’s old face turned red as he explained, “Enough idle talk.
This matter is all thanks to Little Ji!”
“Ah?
How does this involve me?
Why don’t I know about this, Grandfather?” Qian Xunji pointed at himself.
He didn’t seem to have done anything today, right?
He was just reviewing official documents in the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
How did he become the hero who resurrected his grandfather?
Could it be that I, Qian Xunji, have some incredible, heaven-defying ability that no one else knows about?!
“Naturally!” Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang said as a matter of course.
“If you hadn’t been successful enough to give me two such wonderful great-grandsons, this old man would still be lying down there.”
Having said that, Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang stopped being mysterious and told everyone present about Qian Renheng’s awakened Twin Variant Spirits, especially the heaven-defying ability of the Death Angel Spirit, and how they had dug up his grave tonight and finally used the Spirit ability to resurrect him.
The scene was terrifyingly quiet, so still that one could hear a pin drop.
Only the sound of the night wind blowing echoed, yet it could not blow away the shock in everyone’s hearts.
The more everyone listened, the more their scalps tingled.
Little Heng’s variant Spirit actually had such a terrifying ability that defied the laws of heaven and reversed the cycle of life and death?!
Most importantly, since Little Heng had such heaven-defying skill, why didn’t he give them a heads-up first?
If Qian Renheng had simply said beforehand, “Grandpa, I’m going to dig up Great-Grandfather to resurrect him…”
This group of people would have definitely gone to help Qian Renheng dig the grave with drums and gongs!
After all, who would stop something that would strengthen Spirit Hall’s foundation!
But what happened?
These two siblings were something else.
In the middle of the night, without a word, they snuck out of the Elder Hall, dug up their Great-Grandfather in Douluo Hall, and even resurrected him.
After the resurrection, they didn’t even notify them, letting Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang walk in boldly, which ultimately led to this scene of ‘filial piety’!
Case solved!
So tonight, this group of peerless experts had fought a battle that shook the heavens and earth.
Qian Daoliu had almost even used the Angelic Sacred Sword to send Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang back to the underworld.
The culprits were these two audacious siblings who feared no chaos!
“Creak—”
Once Qian Daoliu realized what happened, his fists clenched until they cracked, and his face turned visibly ugly.
Did these two little ancestors want him, Qian Daoliu, to bear the infamy of beating his own elderly father?
If they had just notified him beforehand, he wouldn’t be here being scolded like a disciplined dog.