Douluo Continent: Blue and Silver Twins, adopted by Bibi Dong

Chapter 123 Tang Hao: You'll regret it when my grandfather becomes a god! Qian Daoliu: Becoming a god is that easy?

This is simply breaking the ironclad rule of the Soul Master world!

"By cultivating according to this method, you can not only thoroughly solidify your foundation, but you may even have the potential to reach the peak realm of level 95 or above."

Lan Yue's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of dominance: "Dugu Bo, don't disappoint me."

"I, this old man—will give my life, even unto death!"

Dugu Bo bowed his head again, his awe of Lan Yue reaching its peak.

He even felt that Lan Yue was not a human genius at all.

Rather, it is the reincarnation of a god who came to reshape the rules of this continent.

Ah Yin stood behind Lan Yue, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wonder.

That air of complete control.

While she admired him, her affection for him grew even stronger.

It's heartbreaking to see someone so young bearing so many secrets and responsibilities.

At this time.

Wuhun City, a dark and damp underground water dungeon.

"ah!!!"

A scream shattered the silence.

Tang Hao was pierced through the collarbone by a thick soul-locking chain, leaving him suspended in mid-air.

His legs had been broken, and the wounds were oozing pus and blood as they were soaked in salt water.

Pope Qian Xunji stood before him with a gloomy expression, holding a barbed whip in his hand: "Tang Hao, tell me Tang Chen's whereabouts, and I will give you a quick death."

Tang Hao, his hair disheveled and his eyes unfocused, still grinned maliciously through gritted teeth: "Heh—heh heh—you'll never—find my grandfather—"

"Just wait, when Grandfather returns, he will surely have become a god—"

At that time, Grandfather will use the Clear Sky Hammer to flatten your Spirit Hall!

The screams from the depths of the water dungeon gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional clatter of the chains.

Qian Xunji put away his teaching whip and looked down at Tang Hao, who was tortured beyond recognition.

Those once arrogant eyes were now filled with pain and hatred, yet they still stared at him intently, like a caged beast that hadn't quite died yet.

"Grandfather became a god — hehe —"

Qian Xunji sneered, casually tossing the blood-stained whip to the jailer beside him. He then took the white silk handkerchief handed to him by a servant and slowly wiped the bloodstains that had accidentally splattered on his fingers.

"Tang Hao, do you know what I hate most?"

Qian Xunji leaned down, looking at Tang Hao's distorted face, her tone terrifyingly calm: "It's trash like you who, despite already being prisoners, still indulge in unrealistic daydreams."

"If Tang Chen could truly become a god, he should have returned long ago."

Do you think becoming a god in this world is such an easy thing?

Qian Xunji straightened up, shifting his gaze away from Tang Hao as if looking at him for even a second longer would be an insult: "Today I will let you see with your own eyes whether your so-called grandfather will come to save you, you piece of trash."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the water dungeon.

Behind them, Tang Hao's hoarse roar caught up: "Qian Xunji!"

You'll regret it!

"Everyone in your Spirit Hall will regret this!"

"When Grandfather returns, I will make him tear you all to pieces with his own hands!"

Qianxun continued walking without stopping until she walked out of the water prison.

His calm expression vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy look.

Qian Xunji did not return to the Papal Palace, but turned around and hurried along the white marble steps leading to the Hall of Worship.

The mountain wind was biting, making his long robe flutter loudly.

His pace quickened, and the thorn in his heart sank deeper and deeper.

"Tang Chen — Divine Inheritance —"

These two words felt like two mountains, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.

Tang Hao, that good-for-nothing, can be ignored, but he cannot.

Because he is the Pope of the Spirit Hall, the leader of the Qian family, and the future guardian of the entire Spirit Hall.

If Tang Chen truly returns as a god—

He dared not think about the consequences.

The doors of the offering hall slowly opened before him.

Qian Daoliu seemed to have anticipated this, and at this moment he stood with his hands behind his back under the statue of the six-winged angel, his gaze fixed on the deity that symbolized the glory of the Qian family.

"Father."

Qianxun quickly stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

Qian Daoliu didn't turn around, but simply gave a faint "hmm": "What, still haven't pried Tang Hao's mouth open?"

"They're very stubborn."

Qian Xunji took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at his father's tall back, and said with unprecedented solemnity, "Father, what I'm worried about is not whether he will say it or not, but what he said—I'm afraid it might come true."

Qian Daoliu finally turned around.

His eyes were deep and his face was expressionless.

Are you worried that Tang Chen will really return as a god?

Qian Xunji did not hide anything and nodded heavily: "Father, although Tang Hao is a good-for-nothing, he is right about one thing."

If Tang Chen really found the divine inheritance and successfully inherited the divine position—”

"At that time, our Spirit Hall and our Qian family will face annihilation."

"Although the angels are powerful, we are, after all, just servants of God. We can only borrow God's power, but we cannot truly become gods."

"But Tang Chen is different."

He is different from me and Poseidon.

Qian Daoliu's voice was low, revealing a complex emotion that even he himself was unwilling to admit: "He has never received any divine favor, yet he has relied on his own talent to reach a level comparable to mine."

"If such a person truly finds the land of divine inheritance, the possibility of inheriting a divine position is—"

It is indeed bigger than any of us.

Qian Xunji's heart sank suddenly.

Even my father said so, so this matter—

"Father, what should we do?"

He asked urgently, a rare hint of panic flashing in his eyes: "Are we just supposed to sit here and wait to die, watching Tang Chen become a god and then wait for him to destroy my Spirit Hall?"

"calm."

Qian Daoliu let out a low shout, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall, causing Qian Xunji's mind to tremble.

He looked at his son, his eyes filled with disappointment, but more so with complex emotions: "Xunji, you are the Pope of our Qian family this generation, the inheritor of the Heavenly Martial Soul, how can you be so impatient?"

"But Father—"

"Let me finish."

Qian Daoliu raised his hand to interrupt him, then slowly walked to the window and said leisurely, "I already knew that Tang Chen left Haotian Sect to search for the divine inheritance."

"But has he been heard from since he left?"

Qian Xunji was taken aback, then shook his head: "No."

Since Tang Chen left, things have been calm at the Haotian Sect, as if he had completely disappeared from the world.

"That's more like it!"

Qian Daoliu's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "The inheritance of gods, is it so easy to find?"

"My family has possessed the angelic divine lineage for twenty thousand years, and our ancestors have always taken pride in protecting the angelic god. But have you ever heard of anyone who has truly undergone the nine trials of the angels and inherited the angelic divine position?"