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

Wuhun City

The majestic city gates reflected a cold yet sacred luster in the sunlight.

A luxurious carriage slowly drove in.

Inside the carriage, Bibi Dong remained trembling and timid.

A pair of innocent, large eyes curiously surveyed the scene outside the window, like a naive country girl who had never seen the world before.

But beneath that harmless exterior, this Rakshasa Queen, reborn in her second life, was inwardly sneering madly.

"Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji... I'm finally back."

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth inwardly; the despair and humiliation she felt in the secret chamber of her past life still seemed to throb with pain.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming hatred in her heart.

No rush. Now that she's been given a second chance at life, she has plenty of time to completely hollow out this magnificent cage from the inside, and then skin and dismember this white-haired man before her.

Sitting opposite her, Qian Xunji was lazily swirling the red wine in his glass. His deep, dark purple eyes seemed nonchalant, but in reality, they took in every subtle expression of Bibi Dong's.

"Still pretending? With acting skills like that, it's a waste not to win an Oscar."

Qian Xunji inwardly scoffed, but a gentle, elder-like smile appeared on his lips.

"Child, we've arrived."

From now on, this will be your home.

Bibi Dong, perfectly in sync, gave a look full of gratitude and affection, and timidly called out:

"Thank you... Your Holiness."

"Good boy." Qian Xunji responded meaningfully.

Yes, I'll be your perfect "gift package" and mail it to you right away. Wishing you and your brother Xiaogang a wonderful reunion...

After alighting from the carriage, Qian Xunji did not immediately settle Bibi Dong. Instead, he casually found a trusted bishop to take her away to rest, while he himself headed straight for the Elders' Hall.

Before even stepping through the gate, a subtle yet pure spiritual fluctuation emanated from the depths of the Elder Hall.

"Has that old man come out of seclusion?"

Qian Xunji raised an eyebrow and strode into the hall.

In the center of the main hall, beneath the statue of the angel, High Priest Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his face glowing with health, showing no trace of the boredom and fatigue he had experienced during his previous seclusion.

"Father." Qian Xunji bowed slightly.

"Xunji, you're back!"

Qian Daoliu turned around, and upon seeing his son, his once dignified old eyes instantly narrowed into two crescent moons.

Smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, he said, "That 'Complete Guide to Basic Soul Tools' you gave me last time was simply miraculous!"

Qian Daoliu rubbed his hands excitedly. This peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine was now like an old child who had just received a new toy.

"During my seclusion these past few days, I had assumed this long-lost martial art would be incredibly obscure and difficult to understand."

Upon closer examination… cough, for someone of my level, the method of inscribing this core formation is far too simplistic and easy to understand.

This isn't Qian Daoliu bragging.

What level of mental strength and control does a level 99 Peerless Douluo possess?

Those low-end soul-guiding artifact arrays, ranging from level one to three, were like asking a university professor to solve a linear equation—a complete dimensional reduction attack.

"So, Father, you've already mastered it?" Chihiro asked with a smile.

"It's more than just mastery!" Qian Daoliu waved his hand, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

"The moment I emerged from seclusion, I secretly dispatched dozens of our Spirit Hall's most core and absolutely loyal high-level craftsmen and Soul Saint-level support-type Soul Masters."

A top-secret production line has been set up.

Within three months, our Spirit Hall will be able to equip a fully-fledged logistics team with storage soul tools, and we might even be able to produce some small offensive gadgets.

Seeing the old man's decisive and efficient manner, Qian Xunji couldn't help but secretly give him a thumbs up.

The old man's strong execution ability is indispensable to the Spirit Hall's current strength.

"Father is wise. However, I have come today to report something more important to you." Qian Xunji put away his smile and lowered his voice, pretending to be serious.

Qian Daoliu's expression turned serious: "Oh? What is it?"

"I brought back a peerless genius from a remote town down below," Qian Xunji said unhurriedly.

"Innate full soul power, and moreover, twin martial souls."

"What?" Qian Daoliu was shocked, his old eyes widening instantly.

"Twin martial souls?! Really?!"

"Absolutely true. The martial souls are the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, extremely top-tier beast martial souls."

"Good! Good! May God bless our Spirit Hall!"

Qian Daoliu was so excited that he stroked his beard repeatedly, his face crinkling into a wide smile.

"Such extraordinary talents, if carefully nurtured, will surely become the pillars of our Spirit Hall in the future!"

Xunji, you've done a great job this time!

How do you plan to train her?

"How about I, as your father... or you take me as your direct disciple?"

Seeing Qian Daoliu's eagerness to recruit talent, Qian Xunji silently rolled his eyes in his heart.

Take her as a disciple? That's a second-cycle Rakshasa Queen, are you just going to keep her by your side to wait for her to die?

"Father, about this child..."

Qian Xunji cleared his throat and looked at Qian Daoliu with utmost sincerity. "I plan to sell her."

"..."

The air inside the Elder Hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Qian Daoliu's hand, which was stroking his beard, suddenly stopped, and he plucked out several strands of white hair.

He stared at his son with his old eyes, as if he were looking at a fool.

"What...what did you say? The wind was too strong, I didn't hear you clearly."

Qian Daoliu asked, his lips twitching.

"I said I planned to sell this genius with twin martial souls as a package deal."

Qian Xunji spoke each word clearly and forcefully, each syllable distinct and distinct.

"You bastard!"

Qian Daoliu flew into a rage, and the surge of his level 99 soul power nearly blew the dome of the main hall off.

He pointed at Qian Xunji's nose, trembling with anger:

"Did you get your brain caught in a door?"

That's a twin martial soul, a twin martial soul that only appears once every hundred years on the entire continent!

You're not treating her like a precious treasure, are you going to just hand her over to someone else?

"Besides my Spirit Hall, who else is qualified to teach such a genius?"

Qian Daoliu's defenses have truly been breached.

If it weren't for the fact that his son's martial spirit had recently evolved and brought about a miracle, he would have loved to slap Qian Xunji so hard that he'd be stuck to the wall and never be able to pry him off.

Faced with the old man's thunderous rage, Qian Xunji remained completely calm. He stood with his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, and a shrewd, compassionate glint flashed in his eyes.

"Father, please calm down." Qian Xunji sighed deeply, his tone heavy.

"Do you think I don't want to keep her in the Spirit Hall? Do you think I don't know the value of twin spirits?"

"Then why..."

"This is... the will of the gods." Qian Xunji interrupted Qian Daoliu and uttered this tried-and-true golden phrase.