Douluo Continent: Transmigrating into Qian Xunji, Tang San is Tang San's Daughter

The bishop swallowed hard. "Master Yu said that if he could not personally thank His Holiness the Pope for his life-saving grace, he would rather stand outside the temple until he turned to stone than leave."

"Yu Xiaogang? Yu Yuanzhen?"

Qian Xunji was taken aback at first, and the corners of his mouth visibly curved upwards.

"Let's go to the main hall. I need to see my 'soulmate'."

With a thought, Qian Xunji immediately switched to the second form of his martial soul. Twelve sacred wings of light flashed behind him, and the pure and flawless crown of holy light disappeared into the void.

In an instant, he transformed into a compassionate and holy pope, radiating the light of righteousness.

A moment later, in the main hall of the Papal Palace,

Yu Yuanzhen paced anxiously in the hall, while Yu Xiaogang, sitting in a chair, looked like a completely different person compared to his dejected and depressed appearance a year ago.

Although he was still thin, his hair was neatly combed, and his eyes shone with a light called "academic confidence".

"His Holiness the Pope has arrived!"

With a loud chant, Qian Xunji, dressed in a snow-white papal robe inlaid with gold, walked out slowly from the back hall with a gentle smile on his face, like a god descending to earth.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Yu Yuanzhen pulled Yu Xiaogang along and knelt down on one knee without hesitation, performing a grand salute.

Especially Yu Xiaogang, whose gaze as he looked up at Qian Xunji carried a fanatical sense of pilgrimage. It was this man before him who, with a single sentence, had awakened this good-for-nothing struggling in the mire.

"Sect Master Yu, there's no need for such formalities. Please rise, and Xiao Gang, please rise as well."

Qian Xunji raised his right hand, and a gentle, divine soul force lifted the father and son up. He gazed intently at Yu Xiaogang, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, clear eyes, and a restrained sharpness. It seems that this year, you have found your own path."

Upon hearing this praise, Yu Xiaogang trembled with excitement, and his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"It's all thanks to His Holiness the Pope's words that awakened me from my dream. If it weren't for His Holiness's discerning eye, I'm afraid I would have spent my whole life in a daze. I will never forget His Holiness's kindness!"

Yu Yuanzhen quickly stepped forward, took out a lead box radiating a lightning-like luster from his storage soul tool, and presented it with both hands.

"Your Holiness, this is a ten-thousand-year-old right arm bone with lightning attribute from my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. It is a small gift, nothing more than a token of my gratitude for Your Holiness's guidance of my worthless son."

Yu Yuanzhen paused, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his old face, and continued:

"Actually, besides thanking you, I have another request to make today. Xiao Gang has read through all the sect's classic texts over the past year, and his theory of martial spirit has begun to take shape."

However, to completely resolve Luo Sanpao's weaknesses, we still need to utilize the vast collection of books of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. But... that old fox Ning Zhen never acts without a clear objective, and our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School isn't exactly on par with them either.

"Therefore, I shamelessly ask Your Holiness the Pope, considering Xiao Gang's sincere desire for enlightenment, if you could... help write a letter of introduction? With your help, Ning Zhen would never dare to turn Xiao Gang away."

Looking at the lead box containing the soul bones of ten thousand years, and then at the expectant father and son, Qian Xunji's wicked sense of humor grew wildly like weeds.

Are you asking me to write a letter of introduction to escort Yu Xiaogang into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

Isn't this like a mouse acting as a bridesmaid for a cat—offering itself up for entertainment?

"Sect Master Yu, you're being too polite."

Qian Xunji readily accepted the lead box and said righteously, "I have always cherished talent. Xiao Gang's ability to regain his confidence from adversity is his own good fortune. I was merely going with the flow. Why be so formal?"

So you're still accepting it?

Yu Yuanzhen was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Alright, no need for further words."

Qian Xunji waved his sleeve,

"As for the letter of introduction... writing a letter is too formal and doesn't show how much I value Xiao Gang. How about this, Sect Master Yu, you can return to your sect and take charge of the overall situation. Tomorrow morning, I have nothing to do and I happen to be going to Seven Treasures City to inspect the Martial Soul Branch Hall. I will personally take Xiao Gang to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"what?"

This time, Yu Yuanzhen was completely dumbfounded.

The dignified Pope of the Spirit Hall is going to personally act as a tour guide and bodyguard, escorting his good-for-nothing son to study at another sect.

This kind of treatment is something even the emperor of the Heavenly Dou Empire couldn't ask for.

Yu Yuanzhen instinctively felt something was amiss; this windfall seemed far too good to be true. But then he thought, Qian Xunji was the Pope, holding the power of most of the soul masters on the continent. What was he after? Did he want Yu Xiaogang to not take a bath? Did he want Luo Sanpao to fart?

There's absolutely no reason! Their only reason is that His Holiness the Pope is truly selfless and possesses a sacred heart that cherishes talent and is compassionate towards all humanity!

"Your Holiness the Pope is so kind! On behalf of the ancestors of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, I thank Your Holiness for your great kindness!" After finishing his mental rehearsal, Yu Yuanzhen was so moved that he almost burst into tears on the spot, and bowed deeply.

"Go on, go on, drive carefully."

Qian Xunji suppressed a laugh and sent the grateful Yu Yuanzhen away.

Inside the main hall, only Qian Xunji and Yu Xiaogang remained.

Qianxun quickly walked down the steps, personally went to the table, poured two cups of hot tea, and pushed one of them towards Yu Xiaogang, who was somewhat flattered.

"Xiao Gang, have a seat."

Qianxun gestured to the rosewood chair beside her, her voice gentle, revealing the magnanimity and composure characteristic of someone in a superior position.

Yu Xiaogang dared not sit down properly, only daring to rest half of his buttocks against the edge of the chair. He hadn't even reached the threshold of a level 20 Great Soul Master yet, and was stuck at the awkward bottleneck of level 19, unable to move forward or backward. Facing the unfathomable Pope who held the reins of all Soul Masters in the world, he felt utterly inferior.

Qianxun quickly took in Yu Xiaogang's awkwardness.

"Xiao Gang, do you know why I treat you so differently out of all the talented people on this continent?" Qian Xunji picked up his teacup, gently stirring the floating tea leaves, his tone deep and resonant.

Yu Xiaogang raised his head blankly. "Xiaogang is slow-witted... Perhaps it's because His Holiness the Pope is merciful and takes pity on Xiaogang's plight?"

"wrong."

Qian Xunji placed the teacup back on the table, making a crisp sound that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"Sympathy? I have no sympathy for the weak. The reason I value you is because—"

"In this world, there are no useless martial spirits."

boom--

For Yu Xiaogang, this short sentence was nothing short of another lifeline.

There are no useless martial souls...

Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted sharply. Wasn't this the truth he had been longing to shout out from the highest point on the entire continent, the truth he had wanted to utter the most during the past year when he had been studying theories day and night with bloodshot eyes?

"Your Holiness the Pope..." Yu Xiaogang's eyes instantly reddened, and two streams of hot tears could no longer be held back and burst forth.

"You...you actually understand me! The whole world laughs at me, Yu Xiaogang, for being a good-for-nothing, but only you..."

This famous quote you'll use to arm yourself in the future—I'll say half of it for you first, and look how touched you are!

"Therefore, you must believe in your Luo Sanpao, and even more so in the wisdom accumulated in your own mind. The level of soul power is merely the courage of a common man."

"Your trip to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School isn't about seeking knowledge under someone else's roof; it's about theoretical exchange and jointly exploring solutions to martial soul bottlenecks."