Chapter 132 Devouring Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong, the traitor? Qian Lin: Poseidon died a good death!
"Enough, enough..."
Qian Lin waved his hand helplessly, his face showing an expression of "destroy it all, I'm tired," his tone revealing a deep sense of powerlessness:
"Your family's relationships are a mess, a tangled mess that's hard to untangle, I'm too lazy to bother with these old, rotten matters."
"Anyway..."
Qian Lin paused, his eyes lowered slightly, sensing the angelic healing within Qian Renxue's body in the palace, his expression softening slightly:
"Anyway, your granddaughter Qian Renxue is exceptionally talented, so it's not like she's burying the noble bloodline of my angelic clan. As long as this sole heir is still alive, my Qian family still has hope."
Saying this, Qian Lin seemed to remember something, his eyes sharpening again, staring intently at Qian Daoliu kneeling on the ground, and asked in a deep voice:
"However, since you said Qian Xunji is your only son, and was the Pope at the time, his strength should not be weak."
"How did he die?"
Qian Lin frowned slightly, a hint of doubt and coldness flashing in his eyes:
"As a Title Douluo of level 95 or above, and with the blessing of the Angelic Divine Armor, even if he couldn't defeat a Level 99 Peerless Douluo, he could still escape. There are only a handful of people in this world who could kill him."
"Could it be Tang Chen from the Clear Sky Sect? Or Poseidon from Seagod Island?"
Hearing the patriarch ask about his son's cause of death, Qian Daoliu trembled.
His already pale face instantly turned deathly white.
A barely concealed pain and...fear flashed in his eyes.
Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but it was as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a sound for a long time.
That buried past was an eternal pain in his heart, and also the biggest scandal of the Spirit Hall.
"What? Is it hard to answer?"
Qian Lin's face darkened upon seeing this, and an invisible pressure descended once more, making Qian Daoliu almost unable to breathe:
"Speak! Who killed him?!"
"If it was done by an outsider, I, your ancestor, will go and wipe out his entire family to avenge my worthless descendant!"
In Qian Lin's view, although Qian Xunji was not very bright and had questionable taste, causing such a scandalous master-disciple relationship, he was still a member of the Qian family and the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
If he was bullied by outsiders, it would be a slap in the face for Qian Lin!
"Just tell me, who is the most threatening force to the Spirit Hall?" Qian Lin said.
"It's the Clear Sky Sect and Seagod Island."
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and said.
"Back in Douluo Continent, the three peerless masters who were known as the three peerless masters alongside me were Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect and Poseidon Island. Poseidon was the High Priestess of the Sea God. Tang Chen was from the Clear Sky Sect..."
Qian Daoliu then roughly recounted the contents of the previous exposition.
"Poseidon died so easily, it was too good for her."
"I wanted to settle accounts with her, but I didn't even have the chance."
Qian Lin snorted coldly.
"But this Wei Tianchen..."
Qian Lin closed his eyes and breathed softly.
"I never imagined that after 20,000 years, my father's descendants on the Sun Moon Continent would have developed to such an extent!"
Qian Lin recalled what Qian Daoliu had just said about the powerful figures of the Sun Moon Empire.
His feelings were extremely complicated.
His father died at Poseidon's hands, but his descendants had grown strong on two continents.
"With me here, at least the Qian family can have an equal dialogue with the Sun Moon Empire."
Qian Lin opened his eyes and said calmly.
"It's a pity I didn't get to witness the power of the Sun Moon Empire's soul tools firsthand."
The Sun Moon Empire now had both soul masters and soul tools flourishing.
The Douluo Continent had no chance of winning.
Not to mention the previous comparison of the top ten martial souls of the two continents.
It completely shattered the morale of the Douluo Continent.
"Twenty thousand years ago, the soul tool technology of our Douluo Continent was actually not weak either."
After Qian Lin finished speaking, Qian Daoliu exclaimed incredulously.
The Golden Crocodile Douluo next to him also blinked, somewhat curious.
Soul tools were not unfamiliar to the Douluo Continent.
However, the technology for making soul tools had long been lost.
Nowadays, the soul tools used by the Douluo Continent are mostly storage soul tools.
They are either inherited or found in ruins.
A classic example is the belt storage soul tool 'Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon' that Yu Xiaogang gave to Tang San.
It was found in a ruin by Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and Flander when they were adventuring on the continent.
"According to my mother, before that 'demonic chaos,' the soul tool technology of the Douluo Continent and the Sun Moon Continent was not much different, both were in the initial stage."
Qian Lin raised his head slightly and said in recollection.
"But it was precisely because of that demonic chaos that the Soul Tool technology of the Douluo Continent suffered a setback. After that, if my father hadn't been harmed by that despicable false god Poseidon, and had already transmitted the Soul Tool technology of the Sun Moon Continent, how could we have ended up like this today!"
"However, it's not all that tragic."
Qian Lin glanced at the Heaven Dou City beneath his feet, then looked at Qian Daoliu and Jin E.
"With me here, even if we have to cede some of the Douluo Continent's interests and annex Heaven Dou and Star Luo, we can still form a brotherly alliance with the Sun Moon Empire and vigorously develop Soul Tool technology."
"These so-called Heaven Dou and Star Luo are merely newly emerging nations. Twenty thousand years ago, the Douluo Continent only had the Douluo Empire. At that time, every emperor had to be appointed by the Pope of the Spirit Hall, who would crown him to be considered legitimate. The name of the Douluo Hall, one of the three great halls of the Spirit Hall, comes from this."
"But now..."
Qian Lin looked at Qian Daoliu and Jin E with a disappointed expression and sighed.
Qian Daoliu and Jin E exchanged a glance.
He felt wronged.
Twenty thousand years had passed.
The Spirit Hall's power had waned day by day.
What significant role had they played in it all?
"Alright."
Qian Lin suddenly remembered that he had intended to ask about Qian Xunji's death.
Having slept for twenty thousand years, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
This had delayed him again.
"Tell me, how did Qian Xunji die? As his father, don't you know?"
Qian Lin stared directly at Qian Daoliu, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't avoid this today.
Qian Daoliu trembled as he raised his head, his eyes darting away, unable to meet Qian Lin's gaze. His voice trembled as he spoke haltingly, "Reporting...reporting to Ancestor..."
"Xunji...he didn't die at the hands of Tang Chen or Poseidon..."
"Back then, he led a group to hunt down a 100,000-year-old soul beast, but they encountered a junior from the Clear Sky Sect named Tang Hao who blocked their way. Although Tang Hao had just entered the Title Douluo realm, he...he unleashed astonishing combat power, severely injuring Xunji..."
"Tang Hao?"
Qian Lin frowned, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes:
"A mere junior who just entered the Title Douluo realm, even with the Clear Sky Hammer, could he severely injure a level 95 Qian Xunji? It seems this Qian Xunji is not only mentally challenged, but also a complete waste of strength!"
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