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

In less than half an hour, all six elders of the Angelic Sect had arrived.

Since the upheaval in the sect years ago and Qian Xunji's departure, the Angelic Sect has been leaderless. In recent years, all matters, large and small, have been decided by the elders. Under the pressure of power struggles, the hierarchy has become extremely rigid.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was oppressive and somewhat stagnant at this moment.

The Second Elder sat in the second seat closest to the main seat, his hands resting on the armrests of the armchair. He cleared his throat and said, "Everyone has arrived."

In his blind spot, at the very entrance of the main hall, the Fifth Elder and Sixth Elder, who had just been slapped away by Qian Xunji, were huddled in their chairs. Their faces were ashen, their chests wrapped in thick white bandages, and they dared not even breathe too hard, for fear of aggravating their broken ribs. Their gazes were fixed silently on the ground, not daring to look up at all.

Qian Xunji ignored the Second Elder's opening remarks. He stood up from the main seat and slowly scanned everyone present from left to right.

"I know what you're thinking." Qian Xunji's voice wasn't loud, but no one in the hall dared to lose focus. "These past years, the sect has been without a leader, and you've seized power, lined your own pockets, and orchestrated schemes to suppress dissent. It's no exaggeration to say you're full of wicked schemes."

Several elders' expressions changed slightly; some clenched their fists instinctively, while others avoided eye contact.

Qian Xunji scoffed, his tone turning cold: "But in the end, you are just a bunch of pedantic fools clinging to scraps. You're so short-sighted that you can only see the petty gains within the sect. I can't be bothered to argue with you."

"From this day forward, I am the Sect Master of the Angelic Sect."

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"

The hall fell even more silent.

No one uttered a sound. The Second Elder's lips moved slightly, his eyes catching a glimpse of the Fifth and Sixth Elders' gruesome remains at the doorway; their horrific state was still vivid in his mind. To stand up and object at this moment would be tantamount to handing his own head to the guillotine.

The six elders bowed their heads in unison, expressing their submission through silence.

"Very well. Then I'll take that as your preconceived notion." Qian Xunji sat back in the large main seat, leaning back slightly. "In the end, although you are foolish and selfish, you still have some sense of method in your work and are still somewhat useful to the sect. Keeping you alive is easier than killing you all and then promoting you again."

"There's one more thing. Some time ago, I met my father, Qian Daoliu."

This statement is more effective than the previous use of force to suppress the unrest.

The Second Elder instantly raised his head, even jumping halfway up from his armchair in shock: "You...you saw the former sect leader!"

Qian Daoliu was the true pillar of the Angel Sect, a level 99 peerless Douluo. The reason these elders dared to act arrogantly within the sect was because the old sect master had disappeared for many years, and his fate was unknown.

Qianxun laughed, her gaze fixed on the Second Elder.

The Second Elder's knees buckled, and he quickly sat back down in his chair, his back already covered in a layer of cold sweat.

"That's right. My father is still alive and well, and he will fully support me in taking over the sect." Qian Xunji looked at the various expressions on the faces of the crowd.

"So I advise you to keep your shady thoughts to yourself."

After finishing the beating, Chihiro changed the subject.

"I know what you want. You want the prosperity of your sect, you want breakthroughs in your personal strength, or perhaps..." Qian Xunji looked at their stagnant cultivation levels, "you want the evolution of your martial spirits."

The moment he finished speaking, Qian Xunji didn't waste any words and began to circulate his soul power.

"Buzz—"

In the pupils of the six elders, eight wings slowly unfurled behind Qian Xunji.

Eight-winged angel!

That surpassed the limits of the Angelic Sect's ten-thousand-year heritage. That pure bloodline suppression caused the soul power within all the elders present, who possessed angelic martial souls, to instantly cease flowing. A sense of submission originating from the depths of their bloodlines pressed down on their knees.

Qian Xunji looked at them, his voice, bathed in a sacred light, sounding like a divine decree: "Everything you want, I can give you. It all depends on your performance."

He withdrew his martial spirit, and the oppressive light in the hall instantly dissipated.

"Now, if anyone still has objections to my becoming the sect leader, they can speak up directly." Qian Xunji's fingers rested on the armrest of the chair. "If you don't speak up now, and there are any further acts of defiance in the future, you'll probably only have my sword to speak to them."

The elders below were panting heavily, looking at each other in bewilderment.

To be honest, they have indeed abused their power for personal gain over the years, but those present still have the blood of the Angelic Sect flowing through their veins. All their schemes are based on the premise that the Angelic Sect will not fall.

Now, Qian Xunji has displayed an eight-winged martial soul that is enough to crush the times, and he has also brought out the old sect master Qian Daoliu. This is no longer an ordinary power grab, but a signal that the Angel Sect is about to return to its peak.

There was no reason to betray, nor the courage to betray.

"Since no one has any objections, then this matter is settled." Seeing that they had completely given in, Qian Xunji threw out his first salvo as the new official.

"Now, you six, set off immediately and go to those four vassal families that were originally under our control. Go to each of their homes, apologize, and bring them back under the banner of my Angelic Sect."

"If anyone fails to do so, I, the new sect leader, will start by igniting their three fires."

Upon hearing this task, the Second Elder's face immediately turned extremely awkward, and the other elders also looked troubled.

"Sect Master..." the Second Elder said, forcing himself to speak, his voice somewhat weak, "Back then, the separation of the four affiliated sects was indeed a mistake on the part of our Elder Council. But... but more importantly, it was due to the strong coercion of the Haotian Palace! At that time, the sects were too busy to take care of themselves, so we had no choice but to make the difficult decision."

Qian Xunji waved his hand to interrupt his explanation.

"I don't care about the process, I only want the result." Qian Xunji's gaze was cold and sharp.

"The Earth Dragon Clan, the Mammoth Clan, the Wind Sword Clan, and the Fire Leopard Clan. None of these four clans can be missing."

"You should try to get them back the way you drove them away. If they refuse to come back, I'll have to offer your hands or feet as compensation to appease them."

Qian Xunji held up one finger: "I'm only giving you one month."

The second elder opened his mouth, wanting to pour out his grievances again. In fact, if the six old men swallowed their pride and went together to persuade them, using both kindness and force, there was a high chance they could get those four families back.

But the problem is, where do we put our pride?

Especially the Wind Sword Clan, who were used as cannon fodder and suffered the most severe losses back then. Now, having these high and mighty elders come to apologize is worse than killing them.

The Second Elder raised his head and met Qian Xunji's eyes.

The refusal that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back down. No matter how important face is, it can't compare to having one's brain.