Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

"That's enough!"

Hearing this utterly meaningless nonsense, Yue Guan's face instantly darkened. "Old poisoner, you still dare to play dumb with me? Do you really think I'm as easy to fool as a three-year-old?"

Yue Guan knew he couldn't get a single truth out of this old snake, so he simply stopped wasting his breath. He moved swiftly, bypassing Dugu Bo, and shot towards Qian San's single bedroom deep inside the courtyard.

"You dare!"

Dugu Bo was furious and transformed into a green light to chase after him, while secretly transmitting his voice to the others.

Deep within the villa lies Qian San's bedroom.

Qian San was sitting cross-legged on the bed, resting with his eyes closed. Without warning, a golden figure appeared out of thin air in front of his bed.

Qian San suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Yue Guan who had suddenly appeared, his gaze sharpened, but he did not show too much panic.

Before Yue Guan could speak, the door was smashed open with a loud bang by a burst of violent poisonous mist.

Dugu Bo's figure flashed into the room in an instant. Without the slightest hesitation, he took a step in front of Qian San and shielded him tightly behind him.

"Old Chrysanthemum, don't push me!"

Dugu Bo roared, and the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul instantly possessed him, his green hair dancing wildly, and the aura of poison completely sealed off the entire room.

At the same time, several whooshing sounds came from outside the courtyard. After receiving Dugu Bo's signal, three elders of the Education Committee, including Franya, Zhao Youji, and Meng Shenji, had already surrounded the single dormitory room.

One Title Douluo, plus five Soul Douluos.

If Yue Guan insists on taking action, this force will definitely bleed him dry, or even drag him to his death in Tian Dou City.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely tense, on the verge of exploding.

Dugu Bo stared intently at Yue Guan, his soul power surging, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

However, the expected thunderous strike did not come.

Standing opposite him, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was frozen in place as if under a spell. His golden eyes, which were originally filled with urgency, were now wide open, staring straight at Qian San, who was being protected behind him, over Dugu Bo's shoulder.

Yue Guan's lips trembled slightly, and the expression on her face gradually changed from anger and confusion to horror.

The more he looked, the more alarmed he became, and the more he felt that long-forgotten memories in his mind were being revived.

This face... the contours of these eyes... the expression that slips out unintentionally...

Yue Guan even forgot the threat posed by the five Soul Douluos around him; only one thought remained in his mind:

How could someone in this world look so much like the former Pope, Chihiro?

Yue Guan recognized that face all too well.

Although he looked much younger and his eyes had softened a bit, his facial features were exactly the same as those of the man from before.

Yue Guan was a veteran of the Spirit Hall, having personally served the former Pope Qian Xunji. He knew all too well what that face represented, and even more so what that surname meant in Spirit City.

Dugu Bo took in Yue Guan's astonished expression and sneered inwardly. That old chrysanthemum has sharp eyes; she finally saw through him.

Yue Guan swallowed hard, his usually sharp voice now dry and weak: "Old Poisoner...this kid, his surname is Qian?"

Dugu Bo nodded very slightly.

Upon receiving confirmation, Yue Guan felt a cold sweat break out on his back, but he still couldn't quite believe it—it was too far-fetched!

How could such a large bloodline suddenly emerge after Qian Xunji's death many years ago?

He stared into Dugu Bo's eyes, his voice trembling with a pleading tone: "Old Poison Master, tell me the truth. This...it can't really be that..., can it?"

Dugu Bo remained silent, simply maintaining his original standing posture.

It’s over.......

If this is true, then he is no longer qualified to participate in this matter. He knows better than anyone the hatred that Bibi Dong harbors towards the Qian family.

Thinking of Qian Daoliu's unparalleled cultivation, Yue Guan's legs began to cramp. If it really came to that, Bibi Dong would definitely not be able to protect him; Qian Daoliu could crush Yue Guan into mincemeat with a single finger!

Having figured this out, Yue Guan's gaze towards Dugu Bo, who was blocking his way, completely changed. This old poisoner wasn't actually opposing the Spirit Hall at all.

This was clearly a helping hand that saved his life!

It turned out to be a good snake!

He straightened his clothes and, in front of the five Soul Douluos outside the door, bowed to Dugu Bo.

Then, he turned his head to look at Qian San, who was being protected behind him, and forced a kind smile onto his face. He repeatedly clasped his hands in a gesture of apology: "I'm sorry, young friend. Today, my old eyes were failing me, and I acted rashly and abruptly. I apologize to you for any offense I may have caused. I hope you will be magnanimous and not take it to heart."

This sudden shift from arrogance to obsequiousness left Franya, Zhao Youji, and the others outside the door looking at each other, completely baffled.

After apologizing, Yue Guan took a step back: "I'm fine, I'll be leaving now, so as not to disturb your rest, young friend."

Seeing that Yue Guan was so sensible, Dugu Bo didn't press the matter further. He withdrew the poisonous mist and, as Yue Guan turned to leave, reminded him, "When you get back, you'd better have a clear idea of ​​what you should and shouldn't say. Otherwise, if the sky were to fall, there's nothing I can do."

Yue Guan paused in his steps. He understood Dugu Bo's warning, of course. If he went back and truly told everyone everything, he, caught in the middle, would be the first to be crushed to pieces.

He turned around, gave Dugu Bo a complicated look, and nodded to his old rival with whom he had fought for half his life: "I will remember this favor today. Thank you!"

Having said that, Yue Guan transformed into a golden ray of light and disappeared into the night sky along the broken door frame.

Having left the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, Yue Guan sped through the night wind. The cold wind blowing from high above gradually dispelled his lingering fear, replacing it with a surge of rage.

Salas!

In his heart, Yue Guan cursed the ancestors of that Platinum Bishop of the Martial Soul Temple in Heaven Dou City. That stupid, incompetent fool!

Having operated in Tiandou City for so many years, this young man, with such a big face, swaggered around the arena, and he actually leaked information to the Pope!

Was Salas truly blind and unable to recognize the truth, or did he see through the deception and deliberately feign death, hoping to use the Pope to wade into this mess and incidentally throw himself into the sacrificial humiliation to test the limits of the Temple of Worship?

Regardless of which one it is, that idiot Salas almost ruined him!

.....

Heaven Dou City, Martial Soul Temple.

In a luxurious bedroom in the backyard, incense filled the air. Salas was fast asleep, embracing a voluptuous female Soul Master, a blissful smile even in his dreams.

boom!

With a loud crash, the door was kicked open and shattered into pieces. Wood chips flew everywhere, and the night wind rushed into the room.

Salas jolted awake, his years of high-ranking experience instilling in him a heightened sense of alertness that instantly sprang to his feet, his spiritual power surging. He was about to angrily shout at which fool dared to trespass into the bishop's bedroom.

Before he could even see who it was, a slender, pale hand pierced through the darkness, grabbed his neck, and lifted him from the bed into the air like a chick.

"Salas, you piece of trash!"