Travels to the Holy Light Continent

When I woke up again, my mother was sitting next to me. In my previous life, I was an orphan. Although I later became the leader of the martial arts world and was accepted as the last disciple by my master after his death and eventually became a Daluo Jinxian, there was always something missing in my heart.

"Mother, go back to sleep!"

"Third brother, are you okay? Your grandfather said you were just tired!"

"Yes, I am indeed tired. Don't worry, mother. I'm fine."

After sending my mother away, I sat cross-legged and began to meditate. Whenever a person uses all his strength, it is the best time to break through. I can't miss this opportunity. The remaining spiritual energy keeps running along the meridians, and I feel that the spiritual energy in my body is gradually becoming more full.

At this time, at the Murakami family, Murakami Motoyasu and Archbishop Murakami were chatting.

"Brother, Xuanyuan Aotian really didn't give me any face today! I'm so mad!" Murakami Motoyasu said angrily.

"Second brother, you were too impulsive today. I heard from my subordinates what happened. No one would agree to your request!"

"I am also very angry. Last time, the Xuanyuan family caused us to lose 50,000 gold coins. We were almost unable to make ends meet. Now he has framed the second and third sons. How can I bear it?"

"The Pope's birthday is coming soon. This time I plan to make it a bigger occasion so as to resolve the crisis in our family!"

"Well, this is a good opportunity to get his Dragon Crossbow!"

The next day, Archbishop Murakami announced in the palace that the Pope's birthday celebration was about to begin. His Majesty announced on the spot that he would donate 10,000 gold coins as a gift, and other ministers also expressed their willingness to donate. Archbishop Murakami walked to his father and asked, "Marshal Xuanyuan, I heard that your son recently got the Dragon Crossbow. I wonder if he has expressed his gratitude to the Pope?"

This was basically robbery. Everyone knew that donations were made on a voluntary basis. But if you had a treasure but were unwilling to donate it, wouldn't that be disrespecting the Pope? My father was caught in a dilemma.

"I don't think the Pope would want that!"

Everyone turned around and saw Grandpa hobbling into the hall with a cane.

"Oh my God! The old general can actually use crutches? This is cause for celebration!" His Majesty said happily.

"Your Majesty, I am honored to meet you!" Grandpa bowed.

"No need to be so polite. Please take a seat! General, you haven't been to court for more than ten years, right? Is there anything you need today?"

"That's right! We haven't been together for a few years. I'm afraid that others will think that our Xuanyuan family has fallen on hard times. I came here today to tell Murakami Yuantai not to mess with my third son again. Otherwise, don't blame me for not caring about the reputation of our two families!"

After my grandfather finished speaking, he released his murderous aura, which made everyone breathless. Some civil servants were even frightened to the point of peeing.

"General, you are too polite. What does the fight between children have to do with the relationship between the two families? But you just said that you were unwilling to pay tribute to the Dragon Subduing Crossbow. Are you dissatisfied with the Holy See?" Archbishop Murakami accused.

The situation became ugly at one point. Angering the Vatican and defying the Pope were not ordinary crimes. Some small countries even paid the price of national destruction for this.

"Hmph! It's a joke that the Pope's biological daughter is my wife. In other words, the Pope is my father-in-law. Do you think I have any dissatisfaction with my father-in-law? My third son is the Pope's great-grandson. Have you ever seen a grandfather who has the nerve to ask for something from his great-grandson on his birthday? Ask him to write an edict and I will present it to you immediately!" said the grandfather.

Archbishop Murakami was suddenly speechless. Not to mention that he was just an archbishop, even if he was fortunate enough to be promoted to a cardinal, he would not be qualified to point fingers at the Pope. He was afraid that he would not be able to write anything for the Pope. Besides, how could the Pope have the nerve to really write such an edict? Wouldn't he become a laughing stock of the entire continent?