When Xiangmo Douluo mobilized his soul power to habitually summon his Coiling Dragon Staff, he was astonished to discover something: the soul power bottleneck that had restricted his talent and kept him stagnant for years—a barrier he thought he’d never break through in his lifetime—was actually showing signs of loosening after completing the Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Qin Xuan.
Looking at his cheap disciple again, a layer of closeness appeared in his eyes.
His bitter expression vanished instantly, replaced by sheer excitement and thrill.
The joy on his face was almost overflowing.
Creak— The Elder Palace doors opened.
Wearing a nine-curve purple-gold crown and golden battle armor, Qian Xunji strutted in with the swagger of a dragon and the step of a tiger.
He looked like a dog dressed in human clothes as he took wide strides into the hall.
Behind him followed his two personal Guardian Douluos and twelve Red-Clothed Archbishops.
The archbishops consciously split into two rows and waited respectfully outside, while the two Guardian Douluos followed him inside.
[Ding.
Opposing character Qian Xunji detected.
Would you like to bind him?]
Bind, Qin Xuan said silently in his heart.
Talk about handing me a pillow when I’m sleepy.
[Ding.
Binding successful.]
“Your Holiness.”
Standing near the entrance, Yue Guan and Gui Mei immediately knelt on one knee and greeted him respectfully.
“Rise.” Qian Xunji nodded slowly.
His tone was flat, but not harsh.
In his eyes, everyone below the Titled Douluo realm were ants.
But Chrysanthemum and Ghost were different.
Not only did they possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but they were also level 89 Soul Douluos—just a hair’s breadth away from becoming Titled Douluos.
They could break through at any moment.
Calling them quasi-Titled Douluos wasn’t an exaggeration.
They were worthy of his attention.
However, when his gaze swept past Qin Xuan, a flash of deep displeasure immediately flickered in his eyes.
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This guy truly lives up to his title as the Douluo Continent’s number one pervert, Qin Xuan sighed internally.
He hasn’t even said a word yet, and he’s already contributed over 70,000 Emotion Points…
At the same time, Qin Xuan debated internally: Do I really have to kneel?
While he was struggling with the thought, Qian Daoliu’s voice rang in his ears.
“Xuan’er, you are the disciple of Qianjun and Xiangmo, making you of the same generation as Xunji.
In private, you two can refer to each other as brothers.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the six great consecrates, as well as Yue Guan and Gui Mei, were stunned.
But remembering the Martial Soul Fusion Skill from just moments ago, they quickly understood.
Not only was Qin Xuan phenomenally talented, but he had also beaten level 89 Soul Douluo Yue Guan into a corner with zero chance to retaliate, all without using soul skills.
More importantly, he managed to execute a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with the Seventh Consecrate, Xiangmo Douluo, while only at the Soul King level.
He had the qualifications.
In stark contrast, Qian Xunji and his personal Guardian Douluos looked as if they had eaten sh*t.
They knew the Grand Consecrate had high hopes for Qin Xuan, but they hadn’t expected it to reach this level!
Letting Qin Xuan call the Pope his brother?
On what grounds?!
Just because of his measly five soul rings?
Just because he was the disciple of Qianjun and Xiangmo?
This old man has got some moves.
He knows how to play the game…
Qin Xuan was also somewhat surprised internally, but he didn’t show it.
His inner actor took over again.
Feigning extreme trepidation and feeling overwhelmed by the honor, he said, “Grand Consecrate, what virtue or capability does Qin Xuan possess to call His Holiness the Pope my brother?
This is truly elevating this junior too high.
I beg the Grand Consecrate to retract this order.”
Hmph!
At least you know your place, Qian Xunji coldly snorted internally, changing the subject: “Father, your son is here to offer congratulations.
Just now…”
Before Qian Xunji could finish his sentence, Qian Daoliu spoke up again.
“Do you two think I was joking with you just now?”
He narrowed his eyes, scanning the two of them—or more accurately, scanning Qian Xunji.
Qian Daoliu had just witnessed Qin Xuan’s strength and talent.
In fact, he had already decided that once he cultivated a new Angel God for the Qian Family, he would pass his position as Grand Consecrate over to Qin Xuan.
Yet his own son—for the sake of a woman—had lowered his status to target this genius of Spirit Hall.
“Your son wouldn’t dare.” “Qin Xuan wouldn’t dare.”
Qian Xunji and Qin Xuan bowed simultaneously with clasped hands.
“Good.” Qian Daoliu looked at Qin Xuan.
“Xuan’er, why aren’t you calling him Big Brother?”
“Big Brother…” Qin Xuan clasped his hands and turned toward Qian Xunji.
“Second Brother,” Qian Xunji forced down his raging anger out of respect for his father’s presence, smiling as he stepped forward to support Qin Xuan’s arms.
The two called out to each other back and forth, and finished by laughing heartily together.
To an outsider, they really looked the part.
In reality, they were both cursing each other’s mothers internally, harboring their own sinister plots, and wishing nothing more than to eradicate the other.
The difference was, Qin Xuan knew Qian Xunji wanted to kill him while plotting to kill Qian Xunji himself.
Qian Xunji, however, didn’t yet know that he was already on Qin Xuan’s kill list.
Seeing this scene, the seven great consecrates nodded in relief.
Now that they are brothers, Xunji shouldn’t do anything stupid again, right?
Qian Daoliu consoled himself.
Then he said to Qian Xunji, “Xunji, since you’ve acknowledged Xuan’er as your brother, you can’t just do so empty-handed.”
“Since Xuan’er is going to the Slaughter Capital to train, how about you gift him that Wisdom Skull Bone you obtained from slaying that 50,000-plus-year-old soul beast a while ago?”
Qian Daoliu’s imagination was beautiful, but reality is often cruel.
From the moment Qin Xuan stepped into the Supreme Pontiff Palace and asked to marry Bibi Dong, he was permanently etched onto Qian Xunji’s hit list.
And Qin Xuan felt the same.
From the moment he recovered his past-life memories and realized he had tried to claim this pervert’s forbidden property, he knew Qian Xunji would never let him go.
He certainly wasn’t foolish enough to rely on Qian Xunji’s mercy to survive.
Right now, he could only play along.
The two were destined to fight to the bitter end.
“Everything shall be as Father commands,” Qian Xunji agreed immediately without the slightest hesitation.
His generosity was so profound that even the two Guardian Douluos behind him looked as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Is this still our Pope?
The one who looks glorious on the outside but harbors filthy thoughts inside, lusting after his own disciple’s body?
He was giving away an incredibly precious 50,000-to-60,000-year-old Wisdom Skull Bone just like that!
And to Qin Xuan, the guy who dared to covet the Holy Maiden!
However, they weren’t roundworms in Qian Xunji’s stomach; how could they guess his true thoughts?
In his view, the Spirit Condensing Wisdom Skull Bone was indeed precious, enough to make his heart ache.
But no matter how much it ached, he had no use for it.
He already had the far superior Angel Suit Skull Bone.
As for his disciple Bibi Dong…
on the very day she was crowned Holy Maiden, she was granted a Wisdom Skull Bone of even higher quality than the Spirit Condensing one.
Rather than leaving it to gather dust in the vault, destined to fall into unknown hands later, he might as well give it to Qin Xuan to send him off to the Slaughter Capital.
This way, he could eliminate a rival in love who had designs on Bibi Dong, while also scoring brownie points with his father and the consecrates.
Gritting his teeth, it was an acceptable trade-off.
It’s just a pity about such a high-quality Wisdom Skull Bone.
Once Qin Xuan dies, who knows if I’ll ever be able to get it back…