Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 131 Angel and Rakshasa Have a Child? Qian Lin Collapses: What a Messy Plot! (Please Read On!)

But ultimately, it's impossible to completely eradicate the corrupt.

Those who awaken a dark martial soul, who do not follow the righteous path but only think of taking shortcuts, and who are born evil, will always exist.

The establishment of the Killing City could be considered a dumping ground for the Douluo Continent.

Qianlin largely agreed with this.

However, Qianlin did not seem to dwell on this issue for long, and his attention quickly returned to the more crucial question.

Qian Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, turned slightly to look in the direction of Martial Soul City, and said:

"You haven't answered that question yet."

"The atmosphere in the Papal Palace was cold, evil, and full of resentment and curses... Although it was well hidden, it could not escape my perception."

"Who is that?"

Is it the Pope, or another Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall?
Throughout the journey, Qian Lin had a feeling that something was off about Qian Daoliu.

This is definitely not just because they arranged for Qian Renxue, a promising talent, to infiltrate Tiandou, delaying her cultivation and carrying out some kind of plot to steal the country.

Qian Daoliu and Jin E are definitely hiding something from him!
Qian Lin's voice suddenly turned cold, and an invisible killing intent instantly locked onto Qian Daoliu:
"Qian Daoliu, you'd better think carefully before you answer."

If you dare to utter even the slightest deception…

"You should know the consequences."

Qian Daoliu felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

The Golden Crocodile Douluo standing to the side was also pale-faced, desperately trying to wink at Qian Daoliu, signaling him to quickly confess and receive leniency.

If this is kept secret any longer, not only will Bibi Dong be unable to be protected, but those two old bones will probably both die here today!

Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and sighed inwardly:
Well, what's meant to be will be!

Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his head. Although his body was still trembling slightly, a hint of determination appeared in his eyes:
"Ancestor, please calm your anger!"
"This junior...this junior would not dare to deceive you!"

"The owner of that aura... is none other than the current Pope of the Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong!"

"what?!"

Qian Lin raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then transformed into an even more intense rage:

"What did you say?
The current Pope?!

"Our Spirit Hall is a lineage left behind by the Angel God, representing the purest light and justice in the world!"

How could they let someone so full of evil become Pope?!

"A thousand streams!"

What are you good for, Grand Master?!

Are you blind?!

Qian Daoliu fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead slamming heavily against the hard ground, his voice piercingly mournful:
"Our ancestors were wise!"

This matter...this matter is a long story, and...and there are other hidden circumstances!"

“This Bibi Dong, she… she is my son Qian Xunji’s disciple, and also… she is Xue’er’s birth mother!”

Qian Lin froze in mid-air.

The originally destructive momentum froze slightly due to this sudden "ethical scandal".

The fierce winds howled overhead, but could not dispel the suffocating awkwardness and deathly silence.

There's just too much information.

Even Qianlin, who had lived for 20,000 years and seen countless storms, was not immune to such things.

My head is buzzing right now, and I can hardly believe my ears.

Qian Lin stared wide-eyed at Qian Daoliu kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with an indescribable strangeness and astonishment.

"You... what did you say?" Qian Lin took a deep breath, trying to sort out this tangled web of relationships:

"That woman named Bibi Dong exudes a dark aura more repulsive than the abyss. Is she the current Pope?"

"Is she Qian Renxue's biological mother?"

"And...she's also your son Qian Xunji's personal disciple?!"

This series of rhetorical questions, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Qian Lin's lips twitched uncontrollably, as if a thousand soul beasts were stampeding through his mind.

Twenty thousand years later, have the angel race become so "indiscriminate" in their appetite?
That's the aura of Rakshasa god power! That's the ultimate evil and depravity!

To Qian Lin, this aura was like a rock in a cesspool—stinky and hard. He couldn't bear to touch it, and even looking at it was an eyesore.

But his own descendant, that guy named Qian Xunji, could actually bring himself to harm someone like that?!

Moreover, the key point is—

Master and apprentice?!
"Thousands of streams!"

Qianlin suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling a rush of blood to his head.

This plot is even more outrageous than the third-rate, melodramatic stories written by bards 20,000 years ago!

Teacher and disciple?
Light and dark?
Angels and demons?
What a mess!

"Your son... Qian Xunji, has he lost his mind, or have all the women in the world died?"

Qian Lin pointed in the direction of Martial Soul City, his fingers trembling slightly, his tone filled with disappointment and frustration:

"As a descendant of the angelic race, representing holiness and light, it's one thing to accept someone with a dark martial soul as a disciple, but..."

Still...

He even had a child with her?!

"This is absolutely ridiculous!"

Qianlin felt increasingly uneasy as he thought about it, realizing that this was not just a misfortune for his family, but a disgrace.

Qianlin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to rush down and clean house immediately.

Their gazes returned to Qian Daoliu, who was covered in sweat.

A rare, tentative hope flickered in Qian Lin's eyes as he asked in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Qian Daoliu, tell me the truth..."

"Besides this bastard named Qian Xunji, do you... have any other sons?"

"This Qian Renxue is the daughter of your other sons and Bibi Dong, isn't that right?"

At this moment, Qianlin desperately wanted an affirmative answer.

Even if there's just one illegitimate child, even if their talent is slightly lacking...
Even if it's someone missing an arm or a leg,
As long as one's brain is functioning normally, and as long as one's aesthetic sense is normal,
He was willing to accept it even if he had to hold his nose.

How can teachers and students have children together?!
The chaotic relationships within this family were giving Qianlin a huge headache.

However, faced with Qian Lin's expectant gaze, Qian Daoliu's body trembled even more violently.

Qian Daoliu kept his head bowed low, wishing he could disappear into the ground. His voice was barely audible, filled with endless bitterness and despair.

"Reporting to...reporting to our ancestors..."

"This junior...this junior only has Xunji as his only son..."

"Moreover...moreover, Xunji had already...fallen more than ten years ago."

Qian Lin was stunned again. His body, which had been tense with anger, relaxed instantly like a deflated balloon.

Qianlin let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with helplessness and vicissitudes, as if he had aged several years in an instant.

(End of this chapter)