Supreme Pontiff Palace.
Council Chamber.
“F*ck, how did I foolishly end up asking the Supreme Pontiff for a marriage arrangement?”
“I just transmigrated here.
I’m so young, so handsome, and now I’m already done for.”
“And to make matters worse, I did it acting like a total simp.”
Inside the massive council chamber, which spanned over a thousand square meters, a young man was rubbing his temples with a headache, clearly troubled by something.
He looked no older than eighteen or nineteen and was incredibly handsome.
He wore a bright, fiery-red tailored coat.
With his cascading black hair, pure and flawless dark eyes, and a tall, heroic nose, his features came together in an impeccable combination.
If he were back on his previous world, the Blue Planet, any woman who laid eyes on him would briefly lose her breath.
To describe him with ancient poetry—a brilliant and handsome youth, gazing proudly at the blue sky, as radiant as a jade tree in the wind—would not be an exaggeration at all.
But right now, Qin Xuan was frowning.
His gaze darted around erratically, taking in the magnificent, gold-adorned surroundings without a shred of joy.
Ultimately, this was because he was not from this world.
Before this, he had been an ordinary young man living in the 21st century on the Blue Planet, full of grand ambitions and hot blood.
But before he could even make his mark, he caught a fever.
And he simply never woke up.
When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in a strange world.
Sitting in front of him was a middle-aged man with a majestic demeanor, guarded by two deep-auraed elders on either side.
The man was tall and burly, wearing luxurious golden battle armor adorned with winged patterns and a nine-curve purple gold crown.
He had fair skin and handsome features, but his golden pupils were what made him look truly extraordinary.
Especially that faint layer of golden light bathing his body—it exuded an invisible, sacred majesty that made people want to bow down in worship and awe.
Before Qin Xuan could even familiarize himself with this world, a majestic, overwhelming pressure swept out from the middle-aged man and crashed into him.
Thud—
In the next second, he was crushed to one knee, breaking out in a cold sweat.
It turned out that the three people in front of him were the current Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, and two background-character Titled Douluos who had been beaten half to death by Tang Hao in the original story without even having their names mentioned.
And he himself was a member of Spirit Hall.
He was considered a chosen genius.
Within Spirit Hall, his talent was second only to Bibi Dong, who possessed twin martial souls.
Because of the uniqueness of his martial soul, he had been exceptionally accepted as a disciple by the two reclusive consecrates of the Elder Palace, Qianjun and Xiangmo.
His predecessor had secretly been in love with the Holy Maiden, Bibi Dong.
Seeing her flirting all day with a piece of trash named Yu Xiaogang, he got hot-headed, rode single-handedly to the Supreme Pontiff Palace, and, exactly at the moment his past life memories awakened, proposed a marriage.
He asked Qian Xunji to betroth his disciple, Bibi Dong, to him.
By the time Qin Xuan snapped back to reality, it was already too late.
Who was Qian Xunji?
A scum who would even force himself on his own disciple.
Even someone like Qin Xuan, who admitted to being a bit of a degenerate, thought the man was a freak.
In order to keep an ungrateful wretch like Bibi Dong around, he was willing to use force.
There were so many ways to handle it, so why use force?
Wouldn’t a simple “Bibi Dong, you wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to Yu Xiaogang, right?” have sufficed?
Would Bibi Dong have dared to betray Spirit Hall after that?
Or he could have just taken back everything Spirit Hall had given her, crippled her cultivation, or simply killed her with a single slash.
Any of those options would have been better than forcing himself on her, letting her stay in Spirit Hall with a heart full of hatred, effectively burying a ticking time bomb.
Did he have to be so extreme?
In the end, it was just because Qian Xunji was a twisted psychopath who coveted Bibi Dong’s body and saw his own disciple as a breeding tool.
Sure, any man might covet her, but she was his disciple!
Thinking of this, Qin Xuan couldn’t help but want to slap his predecessor a few times.
Of all things to be, why be a simp?
He had long legs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a handsome face, and extraordinary talent.
At only nineteen years old, his soul power had reached level 54.
He was exceptionally taken in as a disciple by the Elder Palace’s perpetually secluded Qianjun and Xiangmo consecrates.
With such strength and talent, even if he couldn’t compare to Bibi Dong and the future cheat-using Shrek Seven Devils who ate immortal herbs, he was still vastly superior to the so-called Golden Generation of Spirit Hall.
Yet, every time he was in front of Bibi Dong, he acted so lowly and desperate.
It would be one thing if he just didn’t dare to pursue her openly, but to be a simp?
He was so afraid of making Bibi Dong angry that he practically stood guard for her while she flirted with Yu Xiaogang.
No wonder Bibi Dong looked down on him.
Damn it.
With that pathetic attitude, even he would look down on himself.
He was the ultimate simp, just swallowing his grievances whole.
And in the end, he foolishly ran to Qian Xunji to ask for her hand in marriage.
Did he have no self-awareness?
What did Bibi Dong like?
Why did she fall for Yu Xiaogang?
Anyone who had read the original Douluo story knew.
As the proud daughter of Spirit Hall, no matter where she went, people were extremely respectful.
Furthermore, Qian Xunji strictly guarded her against outstanding peers of the opposite sex.
She was protected too well, leaving her completely blank and naive when it came to romance.
Then came Yu Xiaogang.
Born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan—inferior yet arrogant, a piece of trash whose soul power was stuck at level 29 for life.
He made Qian Xunji lower his guard.
By staying calm in front of Bibi Dong and showing off knowledge from a few books he had read, he piqued her interest, found a loophole, and stole her heart.
If Qin Xuan really wanted to marry Bibi Dong, wouldn’t it have been better to just go directly to his two consecrate teachers in the Elder Palace?
With his talent, second only to Bibi Dong’s twin martial souls, and the guarantee of the highly respected Qianjun and Xiangmo, Qian Daoliu would have been happy to see it happen.
Even Qian Xunji, as the Supreme Pontiff, would have had no reason to refuse.
But now?
Qian Xunji, who viewed Bibi Dong as his forbidden property, clearly had murderous intent in his eyes.
Whether Qin Xuan could even walk out of the Supreme Pontiff Palace alive was a problem now.
Although he had two powerful teachers as backers, their utmost loyalty lay with Spirit Hall and the Angel Clan.
Even if Qian Xunji really killed him, those two would at most complain a bit, Qian Daoliu would offer a verbal reprimand, and Qian Xunji would still sit securely on the Pope’s throne, unharmed, waiting to be severely injured by Tang Hao and ultimately devoured by Bibi Dong.
Sigh, it was useless to say anything now.
If only his memories had recovered a bit earlier.
My Dong’er…
Ah Yin…
Xue’er…
Zhuqing…
Some of you haven’t even been born yet, and your Big Brother Xuan might already be done for.
At this moment, Qian Xunji was indeed harboring thoughts of murder.
The massive conference hall was terrifyingly quiet.
The only sounds were the crackling of Qin Xuan’s bones under the soul pressure and the rhythmic tapping of Qian Xunji’s fingers against the armrest of his throne.
If Qin Xuan were just an ordinary, talented member of Spirit Hall, a simple lesson would ensure he never dared to step out of line again.
But unfortunately, he had two incredibly powerful and highly respected consecrates as teachers.
Qian Xunji knew how highly those two valued Qin Xuan.
Even his father, Qian Daoliu, had high hopes for him.
Given the relationship between his father and those two, there was a real chance they might agree to the marriage.
If the two most talented youths of Spirit Hall’s younger generation came together, it would be a match made in heaven.
But Bibi Dong was his forbidden property.
She was his hope for the expansion of the Angel Clan.
She had to bear children with monstrous talent for the Angel Clan.
Absolutely no one was allowed to lay a finger on her.
Even if there were two Elder Palace consecrates standing behind him…