One day later.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei, carrying Pope Qian Xunji, disregarded their severe injuries and rushed back to Spirit City without rest, finally arriving.
Ghost Leopard woke up midway, so he was responsible for carrying Jin Ming’s body.
Time was pressing.
They didn’t choose to enter through the city gate, but instead flew directly over the hundred-meter-high city wall, heading straight for the Pope’s Palace.
…
Priest Hall.
Beneath the lifelike Seraphim angel statue.
An old man with long golden hair, identical to Qian Xunji’s, was kneeling on a prayer mat, praying devoutly.
The old man had handsome features, a seven-tenths resemblance to Qian Xunji, and a tall but not robust physique.
He appeared to be only thirty or forty years old, but in reality, he was over a hundred.
He exuded a calm and serene aura, giving off a very comfortable feeling.
This old man’s name was–
Qian Daoliu.
His cultivation had reached the ninety-ninth level of Limit Douluo.
He was one of the three great Limit Douluo of his era, known as the invincible High Priest of Spirit Hall, the overseer of the Douluo Hall and Priest Hall, and also the former Pope of Spirit Hall, as well as the father of the current Pope, Qian Xunji.
When Yue Guan and the others flew over the Spirit City wall, Qian Daoliu had already sensed it.
“Rushing like this, is there something urgent?”
Qian Daoliu frowned.
Immediately, his immense Spiritual Power erupted, sweeping back and forth over Yue Guan and the others.
The next moment, Qian Daoliu’s calm face drastically changed, becoming extremely grim.
“Golden Crocodile, something has happened!”
Qian Daoliu left a message, informing the Second Priest, Golden Crocodile Douluo, via telepathy.
Then, his figure flickered, disappearing from the Priest Hall and directly appearing in the Pope’s Palace.
At this time, Yue Guan and the others had arrived and had just laid down Qian Xunji and Jin Ming’s body.
“H-High Priest!”
Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard, seeing Qian Daoliu appear, quickly knelt down on both knees, their eyes filled with panic, their heads pressed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
“All bones broken, tendons snapped, all five organs severely damaged, half-paralyzed, on the verge of death, true form shattered, mental backlash.
With these injuries, if not treated in time, he is very likely to perish.”
Qian Daoliu flashed to the bedside.
With a glance, he understood Qian Xunji’s condition, his expression extremely grim.
Immediately, he released his Martial Soul instantly.
In an instant, a colossal Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, hundreds of meters tall, appeared.
It directly enveloped the entire Pope’s Palace.
Soft, sacred golden light sprinkled onto Qian Xunji.
Soon, Qian Xunji’s paper-white complexion finally recovered a trace of color.
Although his injuries were only temporarily stabilized, it still allowed Qian Daoliu to breathe a sigh of relief.
After finding a Healing-type Soul Master for treatment, he should fully recover after a period of recuperation.
The sacred golden light not only filled the Pope’s Palace but also spread throughout the entire Spirit City.
The residents of Spirit City, not knowing why, thought it was an angel’s manifestation.
They quickly knelt down and prayed devoutly.
All the powerhouses of Spirit Hall sensed the sacred aura emanating from the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
All the Worship Elders and Elders from the Priest Hall and the Elder Palace flew towards the Pope’s Palace.
Not far away.
Bibi Dong, cultivating in the Saintess Hall, also sensed it.
Her pale purple eyes suddenly opened, and her gaze turned towards the Pope’s Palace.
However, she didn’t go over, merely observing the situation by spreading her Spiritual Power.
Soon, she understood the general situation.
“Hahahaha–!
Qian Xunji, you have this day too, you truly deserve it!” Bibi Dong’s lips curled into a cold smile, her face filled with schadenfreude and mockery.
A moment later, her expression turned ruthless: “I can’t miss such a good opportunity.
As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot.
Scum, just you wait, I’ll send you to hell right away!”
By the Blue Lake, next to the Orphanage.
Ye Qifeng was holding a book borrowed from Hu Liena.
He looked up towards the center of Spirit City, at the hundreds of meters tall Six-Winged Angel emitting sacred golden light.
Ye Qifeng’s mouth was wide open:
“This…
could it be that old man Qian Daoliu’s Martial Soul?
For him to summon his Martial Soul, it seems something big has happened.
Judging by the timing, it must be Qian Xunji going to capture Ah Yin, only to be hammered half to death and half-paralyzed by Tang Hao.”
“Hmm…
if that’s the case, Qian Xunji isn’t far from death.
Feeding scum to spiders, not bad, he deserves it.”
Inside the Priest Hall.
In a girl’s warmly decorated room.
A little girl, about nine years old, dressed in a golden dress, was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her eyes closed, diligently cultivating.
This little girl had beautiful long golden hair casually draped, skin like snow, charming and delicate features, and a straight nose bridge.
Despite her young age, she possessed a beauty no less than Bibi Dong’s, but her temperament had a distinct difference—a proud and majestic individuality.
She was none other than the Young Master of Spirit Hall–
Qian Renxue.
She was also Qian Daoliu’s granddaughter.
Suddenly, her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul pulsed, and she opened her slightly long and narrow phoenix eyes.
In her eye sockets were a pair of azure blue pupils, as clear and translucent as brilliant sapphires.
“It’s Grandpa’s Martial Soul aura.
Did something happen?
Should I go take a look?
Forget it.
With Grandpa here, no matter how big the matter, he can handle it.
I should continue cultivating.
I want to become stronger and not disappoint Grandpa’s expectations.”
Although Qian Renxue was curious, she was an obedient child, especially when it came to Qian Daoliu’s words, so she suppressed her curiosity and decided to continue cultivating.
Qian Renxue felt that her Grandpa was the best person to her in this world.
Even her father couldn’t compare to her Grandpa, because her father was always busy with Spirit Hall affairs and didn’t have much time to spend with her.
From childhood to adulthood, the only one who had always accompanied her from beginning to end was her Grandpa, Qian Daoliu.
So she was closest to her Grandpa and listened to him very much.
…
Inside the Pope’s Palace.
Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard were having a very difficult time.
After Qian Daoliu stabilized Qian Xunji’s injuries, he did not immediately withdraw his Martial Soul.
He turned around and looked at Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard, his face incredibly grim, like a ferocious tiger ready to devour someone.
Frightened, Yue Guan and the other two trembled, only able to prostrate themselves even lower.
“Humph!”
Qian Daoliu let out a cold snort, and the might of a Limit Douluo instantly erupted, solidifying into a tangible force that directly slammed into Yue Guan and the other two.
Boom–!
Yue Guan and the other two suffered a heavy blow, smashing violently against the wall of the Pope’s Palace before falling.
Their already severe injuries were exacerbated.
Pfft–!
Yue Guan and the other two each spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, struggled to their feet, trembling, and knelt before Qian Daoliu again, not daring to voice any complaints.
“What happened here?”
Just then, a rough voice came from outside the door, full of doubt.
Then, a robust old man in golden robes walked in from the palace entrance; it was the Second Priest of the Priest Hall—Golden Crocodile Douluo.
He had just been playing with his newborn granddaughter, so he arrived a little late.
He flashed into the hall, and the first thing he saw was the lifeless Jin Ming on the ground.
Golden Crocodile was stunned for a moment.
The next second, his body swayed violently, clearly having suffered a huge blow, unable to accept it for a moment.
Then he completely broke down, trembling as he held Jin Ming in his arms, wailing and crying: “Son, what happened to you?
How did you end up like this after going out?
Get up quickly…
you can’t die.
If you die, what will Yueer do?
Who will protect her in the future…?”
Afterwards, all the Titled Douluo level powerhouses followed closely behind.
Everyone arrived one by one inside the Pope’s Palace.
Upon seeing the dying Pope and the deceased Jin Ming, everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
Then, seeing the miserable state of Yue Guan and the other two, their eyes filled with sympathy and pity.
They thought that if the Pope were to perish because of this, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Ghost Leopard would likely have to be buried with him.