Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 97, Section 114: In the Secret Chamber

Meanwhile, with the Tian Gu Ridge incident, all sides on the continent turned their attention to the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect.

The Clear Sky Sect is preparing for the funeral of its former sect leader and elders, while the Spirit Hall is eerily quiet.

As a major power on the continent, how will the Spirit Hall handle this matter? This is a matter of great concern to all parties.

However, soon after, devastating news spread from the Spirit Hall—Pope Qian Xunji had died from his injuries sustained in a battle with Tang Hao.

Inside the basement of the Papal Palace.

Qian Xunji was seriously injured and could not be cured despite treatment, so she had to recuperate in a secret room.

At this moment, the door to the secret room opened, and Bibi Dong appeared at the entrance.

At this moment, the innocence of her youth had faded from her face, and her wine-red hair began to turn purple.

"Dong'er, you've arrived." Qian Xunji was not on guard.

During the time he was injured, he was taken care of by Bibi Dong.

“Yes, teacher, I’m here.” Bibi Dong walked step by step toward Qian Xunji. Suddenly, eight spider claws opened up from behind her. A chilling murderous intent flashed in Bibi Dong’s beautiful eyes: “I’ve come to collect a debt from you.”

"How dare you—" Qian Xunji realized something was wrong and tried to summon the Holy Sword, only to find that his soul power was sealed.

"Damn it, there's something wrong with that medicine," Qian Xunji said through gritted teeth.

“You’re right, I put a soul-sealing drug in the medicine I gave you,” Bibi Dong sneered.

As she spoke, Bibi Dong suddenly appeared in front of Qian Xunji. Eight spider spears pierced towards Qian Xunji.

Qian Xunji looked at the spider spears that were thrusting towards him, but did not resist, as if he had resigned himself to his fate and was waiting to die.

However, Bibi Dong's spider spear did not pierce his body, but instead passed through his shoulder and pierced the wall behind him.

“Before I kill you, there is something I am puzzled about.” Bibi Dong stared and said, “Whether it is the three upper sects or the two great empires, they all have a set of standards and procedures when they cultivate successors, and they know what kind of people to meet at what age.”

"But what I don't understand is, ever since you brought me back, you seem to have deliberately raised me to be a naive and innocent girl," Bibi Dong said, frowning. "It's as if all of this was waiting for Yu Xiaogang to appear."

"Yes, Bibi Dong, who was lonely and lacked love, held a high position in the Spirit Hall and had no friends, naturally developed a rapid relationship with a friend she could talk to. In addition, she had you, her teacher, as a driving force behind the scenes."

“During my growth, you kept me on a pedestal and forbade anyone else in the Spirit Hall from getting close to me, yet you ignored an outsider who came into contact with me. It wasn’t until the very end, when I was almost about to elope with him, that you finally intervened to stop me.”

"As a teacher, you had many ways to break the emotional bond between me and him, but you chose the worst one."

"Teacher, what is your purpose?" Bibi Dong questioned.

Hearing Bibi Dong's series of questions, a hint of panic flashed in Qian Xunji's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He adopted his usual cold tone and said, "Hmph, your teacher raised you from childhood with the aim of using your body to conceive a child with outstanding bloodline for me. You are my exclusive possession, how could I allow anyone else to get close to you? I just didn't expect that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang to interfere. Dong'er, you actually want to leave the Spirit Hall for a good-for-nothing, then don't blame your teacher for breaking up this loving couple."

After saying that, Qian Xunji said regretfully, "It's hateful. Just because your body can still give birth to more outstanding offspring for me, I kept you. I never thought I would be in this predicament today. If I had known earlier, I should have killed you the moment Xue'er was born."

“Today, I have fallen into your hands, and I admit defeat. Come on—” Qian Xunji said resolutely. “As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, with the Spirit Hall under your control, how could you not know that Yu Xiaogang is approaching your disciple me? How could you not know that Yu Xiaogang covets the Spirit Hall’s collection of books? In fact, Yu Xiaogang persuaded you through me and obtained the title of Theoretical Master. Don’t you know any of this?”

Chihiro remained silent.

Sometimes, those involved are blinded by their own perspectives while bystanders see things clearly. How can someone caught up in their own obsessions possibly see the bizarre aspects of these events shrouded in mystery?

"Answer me." Bibi Dong grabbed Qian Xunji, a red glint flashing in her eyes.

“You—” Qian Xunji was shocked.

Even though his soul power was sealed at this moment, it was only temporary. His soul power as a dignified level 95 titled Douluo was actually invaded by Bibi Dong, a level 88 Soul Douluo. When did people with eight soul rings become so powerful?
My name is Qian Xunji. I was born into the Angel Clan. At the age of 50, I became a Title Douluo.

In our era, before the Haotian Twin Stars, I could say that I was the youngest Title Douluo of my generation.

You might envy my exceptional talent, but a sense of discontent has always been in my heart.

Am I outstanding? No, actually, I'm quite ashamed.

The Angel Clan possesses a divine-level martial soul bestowed by the God Ancestor, making the attainment of a title a certainty. However, compared to my ancestors, my talent seems mediocre.

I am a 50-year-old Title Douluo, but even if I exhaust all my talent, I can only reach the level of a 97th-level Super Douluo at most.

If you compare my life's limit to the angelic offerings of the Spirit Hall throughout the ages, you'll realize just how useless my talent really is.

When I was six years old, at the moment my martial spirit awakened, I saw the expressions of disappointment in the eyes of my father and my uncle who was enshrined.

My father once told me, "Your lack of talent is due to a deficiency in your innate qualities caused by my mother's lack of talent."

My mother passed away the moment she gave birth to me. Giving birth to the Angel Martial Soul consumed a great deal of her essence. An Angel Soul Master is not something that an ordinary mother can bestow.

I don't blame my mother; she lost her life for me, but I will never allow my descendants to follow in her footsteps.

Later, I participated in the angel god's test, but compared to my father's red-level test, I only received a black-level test.

Even the angels don't acknowledge my talent.

God is such a sublime and great being. Before the world, I am a powerful being who is high above and holds the authority of the Pope.

But before God, I am so humble that I do not even have the right to behold her glory.

This event had a great impact on me. The angel race worships the Angel God, and we are all fervent believers of the Angel God. It is our honor to worship the Angel God and even to dedicate our lives to her successor. For our race, being abandoned by God is more terrible than death.

A black-level assessment means that the angels are no longer watching me; I have been abandoned by God.

This made me feel an unprecedented sense of loneliness and fear. For a long time, I knelt in the Temple of Angels, praying to the Goddess, hoping that she would send a gentle look upon me.

"God has ignored you, so why not prove your existence to her?"

(End of this chapter)