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

"Looking for Ning Dagang!"

Tang San's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yu Xiaogang looked at everyone and explained in a deep voice, "He is the 'me' of this world. His martial soul is called Luo Sipao. According to the reflection rules of the two worlds, the theories and information in his mind are definitely the most advanced on this continent."

"Only by finding him can we figure out the specific details of the Clear Sky Palace and the secrets of its martial soul." Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San. "Only through him can we accurately assess whether Tang San can take over the Clear Sky Palace and what we should do."

After listening, Flanders was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly as if he had thought of something.

He knew Yu Xiaogang's background all too well.

Back in their world, how could Yu Xiaogang, with a useless martial soul, access so many of the Spirit Hall's top-secret texts? Wasn't it because he had a fling with Bibi Dong, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall?

Although he was unwilling to comment on Yu Xiaogang's love life, this was precisely their breakthrough point!

Since this world is a reflection, then this "Ning Dagang" most likely had an unclear relationship with the high-ranking members of Haotian Palace, or even the former Holy Maiden of Haotian Palace, when he was young!

"Great!" Flander slapped his thigh, his previously tired face regaining its anticipation.

He grabbed Zhao Wuji, who was still catching his breath, and strode towards the door.

"There's no time to lose, let's start with this Ning Dagang! Old Zhao, come with me. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we have to find out everything about this fake master!"

.......

Clay School of History.

The spatial rift closed, and Qian Xunji landed steadily outside Qian San's house.

At this moment, Qian San was concentrating intently on his cultivation with his eyes closed. Although he didn't know if his divine trial could continue after crossing the world barrier, or whether the inheritance mark belonging to the Good God King of the [Subterranean World] within him would still resonate, he knew that only by increasing his own cultivation level and strength could he fundamentally cope with all uncertainties.

Qian Xunji did not disturb her son, but instead found Xiao Huangtian next to Xiao Qing.

"Stay here for now, and don't go back to the Star Dou Great Forest." Qian Xunji looked down at him.

Little Emperor nodded. She wasn't stupid; the bloodline of the Spirit Dragon King flowed through her veins, which was incredibly tempting to the Golden Dragon King. More importantly, she couldn't explain the reason for her evolution.

After settling Xiao Huangtian in, Qian Xunji found Fulanya and Zhao Youji.

"From now on, manage everyone well and keep a low profile."

"This is not the outer realm. Over there, we can act recklessly by using the Spirit Hall's name, but in the inner realm, the situation is completely different."

Franya's expression hardened; she certainly understood what Qian Xunji meant.

In the real world, they were the dark horses who swept the competition. But in this world, Qian Xunji was the most wanted criminal by the Haotian Palace, with warrants issued across the entire continent. And the Angel Sect, which should have been their greatest backer, was currently in seclusion. If their identities were exposed here, they would immediately attract the Haotian Palace's pursuit.

"Your Majesty, rest assured," Franya replied in a deep voice, "We will stay in the academy, remain out of the way, and not cause any trouble."

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, a feather shimmering with a pale golden halo appeared out of thin air and floated lightly into Franya's palm.

"If you encounter a problem you can't solve, crush it immediately, and I'll be there."

Having explained everything, Qian Xunji did not linger.

He turned around and created a spatial rift. Qian Xunji stepped into it, and the rift instantly closed up behind him, shutting out the tranquility of the Klein Academy.

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maritime.

Qianxun swiftly stepped out of the void, his feet resting on the dark sea. At the edge of his vision, a massive, solitary island loomed in the distance.

Shura Island.

A pungent stench of blood mingled with the salty smell of seawater assaulted the senses. This island, built from the bones of countless sea monsters, exuded a chilling aura of killing intent in every inch of its land.

Ignoring the guards on the island's perimeter who appeared to be on high alert, Qian Xunji spread out his mental energy like an invisible net, instantly locking onto the familiar aura deep within the island.

He flashed and bypassed all the obstacles, landing silently in front of a quiet courtyard.

This is the residence of the high priest, and also the heart of Shura Island.

Confirming that it was the scent of his cheap father inside, Qian Xunji pushed open the door and entered.

However, the sight before him made him stop in his tracks, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably twice.

An elderly man with long, blond hair was sitting on a stone bench. He was holding a rattle drum in his hand, which he was clumsily shaking while making strange "clucking" sounds.

In his arms, he held a beautifully sculpted baby girl. The baby girl looked to be just over a year old, reaching out her chubby little hands to grab the old man's long, golden hair, and letting out a clear laugh.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu was lovingly acting as a human swing for a little baby.

Qian Xunji stood at the door, speechless for a moment.

"Who dares to trespass into the Asura realm...?"

Qian Daoliu sensed the presence of a living person, and the kindness on his face was instantly replaced by a cold killing intent. He suddenly raised his head, and the pressure of a level 99 peerless Douluo erupted instantly.

But the moment they saw who it was, the earth-shattering pressure seemed to have its neck snapped out of thin air, abruptly ceasing.

Qian Daoliu froze on the stone bench.

He glanced at his son standing at the door, then looked down at the baby clinging to his leg in his arms, and a suspicious blush appeared on his originally stern face.

"Ji...Ji'er?" Qian Daoliu's voice stammered, a rare occurrence. He instinctively pulled the baby girl closer to his chest. "Why are you here? Didn't...didn't you give me any advance notice?"

Qian Xunji's gaze was fixed on the little bundle of flesh in Qian Daoliu's arms.

He took a deep breath and felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

Qian Xunji stepped forward and pointed at the baby girl who was still blowing bubbles: "Don't tell me this is my sister."

Qian Daoliu's old face flushed even redder. He stood up, holding the child, his eyes darting around, unable to look his son in the eye.

"Ahem." Qian Daoliu cleared his throat, suddenly raised his head, stared at the sky above the courtyard that was completely obscured by blood mist, and sighed dryly, "Today... is really nice."

Following his gaze, Qian Xunji looked up at the blood mist, then at Qian Daoliu.

"Okay, okay, okay," Qian Xunji said three times.

He didn't say much. His adoptive father had been hopelessly in love with Poseidon his whole life, and now that the two of them had finally gotten together on Shura Island and even had a child, he, as their son, had no reason to spoil their happiness.

Moreover, given Qian Xunji's current strength and resources, he didn't expect Qian Daoliu to leave him any cultivation resources. Looking across the entire lower realm, he was already undoubtedly the number one.