pertwk Chapter 13, "Scum Feeds Spiders," is not bad.
Chapter 13, "Scum Feeds Spiders," is not bad.
Chapter 13, "Scum Feeds Spiders," is not bad.
One day later.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei carried Pope Qian Xunji on their backs, disregarding their severe injuries, and traveled at full speed without sleep, finally returning to Wuhun City.
Ghost Leopard woke up midway, so he was responsible for carrying Jinming's body.
Time is tight.
Instead of entering through the city gate, they flew directly over the hundred-meter-high city wall and arrived at the Papal Palace.
…………
Offering Hall.
Beneath the lifelike, almost real, six-winged angel statue.
An old man with long, golden hair like Chihiro was kneeling on a prayer mat, praying devoutly.
The old man was handsome, with a resemblance to Qian Xunji. He was tall but not robust, and looked to be only in his thirties or forties, but he was actually over a hundred years old.
He exudes a calm and serene aura, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
This old man's name is—
A thousand streams.
His cultivation level reached the limit of Douluo level 99.
He is one of the three Limit Douluo of this era, known as the invincible Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, the master of the Douluo Hall and the Hall of Worship, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, and the father of the current Pope, Qian Xunji.
Qian Daoliu sensed it as Yue Guan and the others flew over the walls of Wuhun City.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Is something urgent?"
Qian Daoliu frowned.
Immediately, his immense spiritual power surged forth, sweeping across Yue Guan and the others.
The next moment, Qian Daoliu's calm face suddenly changed color, and his expression became extremely ugly.
"Golden Crocodile, something's happened!"
Qian Daoliu left a message and transmitted it to the Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Then, in a flash, he disappeared from the sanctuary and appeared directly in the papal palace.
At this moment, Yue Guan and the others had arrived and had just put down the bodies of Qian Xunji and Jin Ming.
"A grand, grand offering!"
Upon seeing Qian Daoliu appear, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Gui Bao quickly knelt down, their eyes filled with fear, their heads pressed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
"His bones are broken and tendons are fractured, all five internal organs are damaged, hemiplegia has occurred, he is on the verge of death, his physical body is shattered, and his spirit is suffering a backlash. If these injuries are not treated in time, he is very likely to die from them."
A thousand streams flashed to the bedside.
With a single glance, he knew Qian Xunji's condition, and his expression turned extremely grim.
Immediately, he released his martial spirit.
In an instant, a gigantic six-winged angelic spirit, hundreds of feet tall, appeared.
It directly enveloped the entire Papal Palace.
A soft, sacred golden light shone down on Qian Xunji.
Soon, Qian Xunji's pale face finally regained some color. Although it only temporarily stabilized his injuries, it still relieved Qian Daoliu.
He should recover after a period of rest and treatment by a healing-type Soul Master.
The sacred golden light not only filled the Papal Palace but also shone throughout the entire Martial Soul City.
The residents of Wuhun City, unaware of the reason, thought it was an angel's manifestation, and they quickly knelt down and prayed devoutly.
The sacred aura emanating from the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was sensed by all the powerful figures in the Spirit Hall, and all the enshrined members and elders of the Hall of Offerings and the Hall of Elders flew towards the Papal Palace.
Not far away.
Bibi Dong, who was cultivating in the Holy Maiden Temple, also sensed it.
Her pale purple eyes snapped open, her gaze fixed on the Papal Palace.
However, she did not go over; instead, she used her spiritual energy to observe the situation.
She quickly learned the general situation.
"Hahaha! Qian Xunji, you've finally met your match! You deserve it!"
Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cold smile, her face full of schadenfreude and mockery.
A moment later, her expression turned fierce:
"I can't let such a good opportunity slip by. As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. You scum, just you wait, I'll send you to hell right now!"
Next to the orphanage, by Blue Lake.
Ye Qifeng was holding a book that Hu Liena had borrowed.
He looked up towards the center of Wuhun City, where he saw a six-winged angel, hundreds of feet tall, radiating holy golden light.
Ye Qifeng's mouth dropped open:
"This... could it be that old man Qian Daoliu's martial soul? For him to summon his martial soul, something big must have happened. Judging from the timeline, it must be that Qian Xunji went to capture Ah Yin, but was beaten half to death and paralyzed by Tang Hao."
"Hmm, if that's the case, then Qian Xunji is not far from death. A scumbag feeding spiders, not bad, he deserves to die."
Inside the offering hall.
A cozy, decorated room for a girl.
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 has long, beautiful golden hair that falls loosely, skin as white as snow, captivating and delicate features, and a straight nose.
Although young, she possesses a beauty comparable to Bibi Dong, but her temperament is distinctly different, exuding a unique pride and arrogance.
She is none other than the young master of the Spirit Hall—
A thousand feet of snow.
She is also the granddaughter of Sendo-ryu.
Suddenly, the six-winged angel martial spirit within her stirred, and she opened her slightly slender phoenix eyes.
Within her eyes were a pair of azure pupils, as clear and sparkling as brilliant sapphires.
"That's Grandpa's martial spirit aura. What happened? Should we go check on him? Never mind. With Grandpa around, even the biggest problems can be solved. I should just keep cultivating. I need to become stronger so I can't let Grandpa down."
Although Qian Renxue was curious, she was an obedient child, especially after hearing Qian Daoliu's words, so she suppressed her curiosity and decided to continue cultivating.
Qian Renxue felt that the person who was the best to her in the world was her grandfather.
Even her father couldn't compare to her grandfather, because her father was always busy with the affairs of the Spirit Hall and didn't have much time to spend with her.
From childhood to adulthood, there has only been one person who has always been by my side: my grandfather, Qian Daoliu.
Therefore, she was closest to her grandfather and listened to him very much.
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Inside the Papal Palace.
The three—Moon Gate, Ghost, and Ghost Leopard—were in a very difficult situation.
After stabilizing Qian Xunji's injuries, Qian Daoliu did not immediately withdraw his martial spirit.
He turned around and looked at Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Gui Bao, his face extremely gloomy, like a fierce tiger about to devour its prey.
The three of them, including Yue Guan, were so frightened that they trembled and had no choice but to lower themselves even further.
"snort!"
Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, and the power of a Limit Douluo was instantly unleashed, solidifying into a tangible form, directly striking Yue Guan and the other two.
boom!
The three of them, Yue Guan and his companions, were struck hard and slammed against the wall of the Papal Palace before falling to the ground, further exacerbating their already serious injuries.
*Pfft*
The three of them, Yue Guan, coughed up blood, struggled to their feet, and knelt before Qian Daoliu again, trembling with fear, without daring to utter a single complaint.
"What's wrong?"
At this moment, a rough voice came from outside the door, full of doubt. Then, a robust old man in golden robes walked in from the hall door. He was none other than the Second Elder of the Hall of Offerings—Golden Crocodile Douluo.
He was just playing with his newborn granddaughter and arrived a little late.
He flashed into the arena and the first thing he saw was Jin Ming lying lifeless on the ground.
The golden crocodile was taken aback for a moment.
The next second, his body shook violently, clearly having suffered a huge shock and unable to accept it for a moment.
Then he completely broke down, his hands trembling as he hugged Jinming tightly, wailing and sobbing:
"Son, what happened to you? How did you get like this after just one trip out? Get up! You can't die! If you die, what will happen to Yue'er? Who will protect her then...?"
Behind them, all the titled Douluo-level powerhouses followed closely.
One by one, the group entered the Papal Palace.
Upon seeing the dying Pope and the dead Jin Ming, everyone's eyes widened in shock. When they saw the pitiful Yue Guan and the other two, their eyes were filled with sympathy and pity.
They thought that if the Pope were to die because of this, the three of them—Moon Pass, Ghostly Demon, and Ghost Leopard—would probably all be buried with him.
(End of this chapter)