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Congratulations on finding the most surreal Douluo Continent fanfiction.] Douluo Continent, Wuhun City, The Pope’s Palace.
This was the most supreme place in the mortal World and the heart of the Holy Land in the minds of the World’s Soul Masters.
“Qian Xunji, do you even hear what you’re saying?!
You rebellious son!” “With such a malicious heart, how can I ever feel at ease handing Spirit Hall over to you in the future?” Upon the throne of the Supreme Pontiff on the high platform, Qian Daoliu—who was still the Supreme Pontiff—shouted in anger at the blond man below who shared seventy percent of his features.
The person currently being subjected to Qian Daoliu’s furious outburst was the current Saint of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji.
Facing the scolding of his ‘cheap’ old man, he simply kept his head down and avoided eye contact.
To put it simply, it went in one ear and out the other.
Qian Xunji felt that there was actually nothing wrong with his plan; it was just that this old man before him was far too pedantic.
Over the past few days, he had presented several strategies to Qian Daoliu that he considered absolutely perfect.
These included, but were not limited to, sending those old shut-ins from the Enshrinement Hall to slaughter the royal families of the Two Great Empires.
While they were at it, they could frame the scene to look like the work of certain boors who only knew how to swing big hammers.
In this way, Spirit Hall could not only take over the chaotic Two Great Empires immediately but also deploy their own experts to forcibly merge the two empires into one, establishing an Angel Empire that fully worshipped the Angel God.
They could also manipulate the ignorant masses, utilizing the banner of righteousness and a ‘just judgment’ to launch a surprise attack on the Clear Sky Sect.
As for the first-generation Tang Chen in the Clear Sky Sect?
Qian Xunji figured that would be the moment for his old man to shine.
As long as he stalled Tang Chen, the remaining members of the Clear Sky Sect would be like clay chickens and pottery dogs under the ‘righteous’ gang-beating led by Gold Crocodile Douluo and the other Enshrinements.
Furthermore, they could even abduct the female members of the Clear Sky Sect back to Spirit Hall.
That way, after a few decades, they would have Clear Sky Hammer Soul Masters belonging to Spirit Hall.
The same method could be applied to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Unfortunately, such a perfect proposal was directly rejected by Qian Daoliu.
“Old man, I’m serious, you should reconsider.” “You are so pedantic that Spirit Hall will be ruined in your hands sooner or later.” Qian Xunji’s words caused the veins in Qian Daoliu’s temples to throb as he sat on the Supreme Pontiff’s throne.
This rebellious son’s way of doing things had not only completely deviated from the light and justice of the God Ancestor they worshipped, but he was now even starting to criticize his status as the Supreme Pontiff.
This was unbearable!
Just as Qian Daoliu was on the verge of exploding in rage, Qian Xunji’s figure had already stealthily slipped to the entrance of the The Pope’s Palace.
“Old man, if you don’t agree to my plan, you’ll regret it!” Qian Xunji’s final sentence was like the spark that ignited a powder keg.
Qian Daoliu, sitting on the throne, slammed his hand onto the table in front of him in fury.
With a loud crash, the table was split directly in two.
Table: Speak for me!
As if some unknown force had intervened, Qian Daoliu spoke without the slightest sense of incongruity.
“Rebellious son, I am the Supreme Pontiff!” …
Back in his Holy Son Palace, Qian Xunji stared blankly at the exquisitely decorated ceiling with a look of helplessness.
Indeed, this guy wasn’t a local.
When he realized he had arrived in the Douluo Continent and transmigrated into Qian Xunji, he felt terrible.
What was this supposed to be?
Like joining the losing side in 1949?
His current body’s spirit power was only Rank 86, and he was nearly forty years old.
Such talent could be called a Genius in the outside World, but for the Angel Family protected by a Divinity…
According to the memories left by the original owner, he seemed to be the one with the weakest talent in the history of the Angel Qian Family.
If he didn’t do something, then even if he wasn’t captured and fed to spiders by that top-tier ‘love-brain’ Bibi Dong, he wouldn’t have many decades left to live.
He recalled the process of getting along with his current body’s original ‘cheap’ father over the past few days.
Setting aside his pedantry…
The man was constantly holding him back.
If he didn’t take the chance to deal with those ‘Celestial Dragons’ of the Clear Sky Sect before that Tang Buddha was born…
By the time the Demon Child descended into the World, it would be too late for everything.
“I’ve been transmigrated for so long and haven’t sensed the existence of a System, so there’s a high probability I don’t have one.” “I’ll first go and wipe out that Half-beast’s place of origin.
If things truly become impossible, I’ll deal a heavy blow to those few even if it costs me my life.” A thick Killing Intent was revealed in Qian Xunji’s eyes.
In his vision, if the Asura God in the heavens was truly determined to use Spirit Hall as a whetstone for his precious darling…
…then he, Qian Xunji, would surely take the Angelic Sacred Sword and plow through the entire Douluo Continent.
If they wanted his life, he would make everyone on the Douluo Continent be buried with him.
Thinking up to this point, Qian Xunji’s mind seemed to clear up slightly.
The matters that had been weighing on his heart also seemed to vanish into thin air.
Involuntarily, he felt the spirit power circulating within his body become much smoother.
In other Xuanhuan Worlds, there was a specific term for this situation—Unobstructed Thoughts.
“Summon Bishop Yue Guan to see me.” Qian Xunji ordered the guards below.
On the Douluo Continent, the only ones who knew clearly the uses of those Immortal Herbs, besides Yue Guan, were the members of the Breaking Clan.
As for why a Tang San who possessed another’s body from a Low-martial world could know these things?
It was really hard to guess.
While Qian Xunji was still deep in thought, a bizarre-looking man wearing a platinum-gold uniform with feminine rouge and powder applied to his face walked in.
“Yue Guan pays his respects to the Saint.” “Rise.” Currently, Yue Guan was not yet the World-renowned Chrysanthemum Douluo; he was merely a Platinum Bishop in Wuhun City.
His spirit power was only just over Rank 80.
Looking at his exaggerated attire, although Qian Xunji felt a bit uncomfortable, he didn’t say much.
In his past life, he had lived for over twenty years in a place known as the ‘Gay Capital’; compared to those people, the Yue Guan before him was still considered okay.
“Yue Guan, let me ask you, do you have an Illustrated Guide in your Possession that records the specific harvesting and consumption methods of Immortal Herbs?” Faced with Qian Xunji’s inquiry, the latter was first stunned, and then a look of wild joy emerged in his eyes.
His tone of voice even stuttered a bit because he was overly excited.
“Your…
Your Highness, could it be?”