Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

For a moment, the elders spoke one after another, and regardless of which branch they belonged to, their attitudes were surprisingly consistent, without any disagreement.

Because they all disliked Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang, as the son of the sect leader, enjoyed a great deal of resources from the sect since childhood, but in the end, he was a good-for-nothing.

If he's just mediocre, that's fine; the sect can turn a blind eye, it's not like they can't afford to support him.

But Yu Xiaogang was restless and arrogant, and he was determined to prove himself.

Now, he has offended the Spirit Hall, which is at the height of its power.

Although their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is ranked among the top three sects and appears powerful and imposing in the eyes of ordinary people, it is utterly insignificant compared to the Spirit Hall.

Yu Yuanzhen, seated at the head of the table, remained silent, his face ashen, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair tightly.

He knew that the elders were right.

No matter how disappointing Yu Xiaogang is, he is still Yu Yuanzhen's biological son.

How could he not feel heartbroken if he had to personally drive his own son out of the house and push him to the brink of death?

But... did he have a choice?

He was not only Yu Xiaogang's father, but also the head of a sect.

He carried the entire Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan on his shoulders.

He couldn't let his son drag the entire sect down with him.

After a moment of silence, Yu Yuanzhen finally spoke slowly, his voice weary, as if he had used up all his strength:

"Let's do as you say. We'll announce to the outside world that Yu Xiaogang has already been expelled from the sect and that all his actions have nothing to do with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

The elders exchanged glances and bowed in unison, saying, "Our sect leader is wise!"

Yu Yuanzhen waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "All of you, step back."

The elders took their leave, their footsteps fading into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, only Yu Yuanzhen remained in the vast council hall.

He sighed deeply: "Xiao Gang... don't blame your father. Your father also has to consider the sect."

……

The statement released by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan spread very quickly.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was staying in a cheap, run-down hotel in a remote town hundreds of miles away from Wuhun City, recovering from his injuries.

When news of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan reached his ears, he was immediately filled with resentment and anger.

He knew that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan must have obtained his father's consent to issue such a statement.

"Damn it...why...why even my sect and my father treat me like this! It was clearly the Spirit Hall that framed me!"

"Hmph, I knew it. Father has always looked down on me and always felt that I had embarrassed him."

Thinking of this, he clenched his fist tightly, his eyes filled with an almost insane obsession.

"Since you all look down on me, I'm going to prove you wrong!"

He has already set his future goal: to take on a disciple with exceptional talent.

He wanted to impart all the theories he had studied throughout his life and train his disciples to become the strongest people on the continent.

When that day comes, he will make sure his disciples raze the Spirit Hall to the ground.

Make those who once humiliated him kneel before him!

Chapter 105 The Birth of a Little Angel

a few days later.

Wuhun City, which hadn't seen snow for several years, was surprised to see snow falling.

At first, there were only small snowflakes, but later the snow gradually became heavier.

Today, the entire Wuhun City is shrouded in a blanket of white.

At this moment, behind the Papal Palace, was Qian Xunji's residence.

Qian Xunji was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing anxiously in the hall.

He paced back and forth, sometimes stopping to rub his hands, and sometimes looking up at the building.

"Why isn't it done yet... It's been so long..."

Qian Xunji couldn't help but mutter to himself, his brows furrowed with anxiety.

"What's the rush?" Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back. "Giving birth doesn't happen so quickly. When you were born, your mother went through a lot of trouble too."

"Don't worry, Ling Yuan is a Title Douluo after all, and the fetus is being cared for very well. Nothing will happen."

Despite what Qian Daoliu said, his hands behind his back clenched slightly.

After all, the child who is about to be born is not only the continuation of the bloodline of the thousand families, but also the hope of inheriting the angel god.

Therefore, although he appeared calm on the surface, his inner tension was no less than that of Qian Xunji.

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji had no choice but to sit back down, but he still felt extremely uncomfortable.

Time slips away quietly.

For the anxious Qian Xunji, every minute felt like an eternity.

"Wow--"

Finally, a loud baby cry came from upstairs.

Qian Xunji shuddered, his anxiety vanished instantly, replaced by ecstatic joy.

"Father! Did you hear that?" He looked sharply at Qian Daoliu. "She gave birth! Yuan'er gave birth! That's the baby crying!"

"I heard you." Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, secretly relieved.

A short while later, a middle-aged woman hurried down the stairs, her face beaming with smiles.

She was the most experienced midwife in the Spirit Hall, having handled countless babies.

The woman ran up to the two of them, bowed, and said, "Congratulations, High Priest! Congratulations, Your Holiness the Pope! Your Holiness the Queen has given birth to a daughter. Mother and daughter are safe and well!"

"Good, good, good!" Qian Xunji laughed heartily. "A reward! A generous reward! Go and collect your reward!"

"Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope! Thank you, High Priest!"

The woman beamed, bowed repeatedly, and tactfully withdrew.

"Father, I have a daughter!" Qian Xunji said excitedly.

Qian Daoliu smiled and shook his head, urging softly, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and go see your wife and children."

"Yes, yes, I was too excited just now." Qian Xunji slapped his forehead. "I'll go right now."

He turned and ran upstairs, taking three steps at a time.

In the blink of an eye, he went upstairs and arrived at the door.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Looking up, I saw Ling Yuan leaning against the headboard with a soft pillow behind her.

Her hair was a little messy, and the strands on her forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to her cheeks.

Holding a swaddled baby in her arms, she looked down at her, her face full of the tender smile of a new mother.

Moreover, her complexion was still rosy, and she was in quite good spirits, showing none of the weakness and fatigue typical of postpartum women.

For a titled Douluo like her, giving birth was no big deal at all; she could even get out of bed and move around normally right now.

Hearing the noise at the door, Ling Yuan looked up and smiled at Qian Xunji:

"Brother Ji, you're here."

Qian Xunji nodded slightly, walked quickly to the bedside, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He looked at Ling Yuan, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him—heartache, gratitude…

Initially, he only chose to marry Ling Yuan to complete the task assigned by his father.

But after spending so much time together, Qian Xunji had already truly fallen in love with her.

Moreover, Ling Yuan had given birth to a daughter for him, which deepened Qian Xunji's love for her even more.

At this moment, Qian Xunji raised his hand and gently brushed away the strands of hair on Ling Yuan's forehead that were damp with sweat, and said softly, "Yuan'er, you've worked hard."

"I'm fine." Ling Yuan shook her head and looked down at the baby in her arms. "Take a look at our daughter. Her eyes and eyebrows look a lot like yours."

"Okay." Qian Xunji carefully reached out his arm and took the baby from Ling Yuan's arms.

His movements were extremely clumsy, his arms stiff, as if he were holding some precious treasure that would break at the slightest touch.

He held the baby in his arms, barely daring to breathe.

Seeing his nervous appearance, Ling Yuan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother Ji, you don't need to be so nervous."

"I know..." Qian Xunji replied, but his hands did not relax at all.

He looked down at the baby in his arms.

The little one is pink and tender, with fair skin and the signature golden hair of the brand.

Perhaps because of their blood ties, she stared at Qian Xunji without blinking, neither crying nor making a fuss.

Her eyes were clear and bright, like the purest glass.

Suddenly, she grinned and let out a soft, sweet laugh.

It must be said that the children of Soul Masters in Douluo Continent are indeed extraordinary. She was born just now, but she is already very energetic and doesn't look like an ordinary baby at all.

When Qian Xunji saw his daughter's smile, his heart softened instantly.

He suddenly felt that the pope and power were no longer important at this moment.

The little one in his arms is the most precious treasure in his life.

"Yuan'er, look, she smiled at me!" Qian Xunji's eyes were filled with incredible joy.