In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

Of course, if the Crimson King were here, he would definitely tell him. "Young man, be more confident. Take away the word 'seems,' that old bastard, the Demon King, is indeed spying on us in the dark."

"They say you should see the person alive or the body dead, but no one can say for sure whether the High Priest is alive or dead. But I know that deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, there exists an extremely terrifying being... who is..."

Even the highest-ranking official is someone we can't afford to offend.

Golden Crocodile felt a pang of heartache whenever he thought about it.

My martial spirit has been half destroyed, leaving me in this wretched state, and I haven't even seen the real boss. It has to be said, the other party is truly terrifying.

To be honest, if the Spirit Hall hadn't undergone some kind of change, he wouldn't be here now.

Without Qian Daoliu in charge, the Spirit Hall might have perished.

However, at that moment, a clear, cold voice startled everyone.

He was immediately overjoyed.

"Why are you all here instead of properly guarding Spirit City?"

"Great...Great Venerable...It's so good that you're not dead."

Qian Daoliu's composed demeanor as he entered the arena with his hands behind his back immediately crumbled. Is that how you greet someone?

It's like two people taking a stroll meeting and greeting each other.

He immediately said, "It's a pleasure to see you. How come you're still alive?"

If you can't speak, you don't have to. I'm not forcing you.

His forehead was covered in black lines.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Great Elder... your strength..."

"Me? Oh, just like you, my martial spirit was destroyed by the evil god..."

Qian Daoliu said it casually.

Although he is disabled, his rank has dropped.

However, Qian Daoliu believed that his achievements were absolutely beyond the reach of a level 99 Title Douluo.

And that day is not far off.

"Great Offering... Please accept my condolences."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo also said this.

"Thousand Streams"???

Why didn't I realize you were such a good talker before?

You've survived all these years without being beaten to death; you're incredibly lucky.

"Alright, enough nonsense. Tell me what you're doing here? You even sent out the highest level of distress signal."

Qian Daoliu was puzzled.

"It's like this, shortly after you left, a sacred light appeared in the Temple of Angels. Its aura was very similar to that of the Angel God, and very pure. This was originally a good thing..."

However, another crack appeared and continued to widen, as if some terrifying being was about to descend upon the Douluo Continent. Judging from the aura, it wasn't me at all.

We can handle it... so..."

"So, you came looking for me? Why not Bibi Dong?" Qian Daoliu asked, frowning.

He knew that the pope's hidden strength was no less than his own.

“Bibi Dong is no longer in the Spirit Hall…” Golden Crocodile Douluo’s forehead was covered in sweat.

No longer in the Spirit Hall?

Qian Daoliu was taken aback, not expecting that Bibi Dong was not in Wuhun City.

This hasn't happened in over a decade.

"Please wait for me a moment."

"Great Elder, what do you mean? Are we not going to set off back to the Spirit Hall immediately?"

"The Demon-Slaying Douluo asked again."

"You talk too much. Is the Spirit Hall's business really that important? You know, I still have half a courtyard left to clean today."

Qian Daoliu looked very serious.

Everyone was speechless. Had they heard correctly?

Is the Grand Elder implying that cleaning the yard is more important than the Spirit Hall?

Is this really the great veneration I know?

Qianjun and Jiangmo were taken aback.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, on the other hand, looked thoughtful.

Back in Lin Yan's courtyard.

Seeing that Qian Daoliu seemed somewhat heavy-hearted, Lin Yan couldn't help but ask, "Is something the matter, Grand Elder?"

“That’s right, I’ve come back to say goodbye to Mr. Lin…” Qian Daoliu said sadly. He was reluctant to leave this place.

"It's okay, you just focus on your work and don't worry about me."

Lin Yan understood.

This guy is a true big shot, a pillar of the Spirit Hall, a figure whose every move shakes the entire Douluo Continent. How many times has he been able to get along so amicably with someone as insignificant as myself?

Heaven has already been kind to me.

However, Lin Yan quickly changed his expression. "What are you doing? Put the broom down right now."

He thought to himself, "Is he still going to torment me even though I'm about to leave?"

In my line of sight, Qian Daoliu had already picked up the broom and was about to begin his usual work.

However, Lin Yan's shout made him dare not make any further moves.

"This work is never-ending. It's getting late, so I'll give you a little something as a farewell gift before you go."

As Lin Yan spoke, he really wanted to get rid of the other party. Qian Daoliu was good in every way, except that he was too diligent.

So, before Qian Daoliu could speak, he called out, "Dahei, come here."

"Awooo."

Big Black was about to cry; its master's summons must mean something bad.

But as a devoted follower, it would never disobey its master's wishes.

Therefore.

It came to Lin Yan's side with its tail between its legs, its eyes filled with pleading.

Please, please let me go. If you keep plucking my fur, my tail will go bald.

However, Lin Yan completely ignored its pleading gaze. While Qian Daoliu stared in disbelief, he plucked a tuft of fur from the big black tail.

"Waaah..." Big Black's cry was drawn out, like a lament, full of sorrow.

However, Lin Yan chose to ignore it, his eyes fixed on the tuft of red hair in his hand.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Is this dog hair like chives? Does it grow better the more you cut it?"

After saying that, he gave Big Black a malicious look. The latter was as swift as the wind and quickly ran away.

Actually, to be honest, Big Black's fur is excellent.

Even before Qian Daoliu held it in his hand, he could feel its straightness.

"I've given away all the pens I made before. Please wait a few minutes, it will be quick."

As Lin Yan spoke, he took out a pen holder from his inventory, and in no time, a complete calligraphy brush appeared in his hand.

Qian Daoliu took the pen and almost burst into tears.

There were touching moments, and there were also frightening ones.

He could feel a pair of resentful eyes staring at him from the darkness, sending chills down his spine.

Chapter 155 The Descent of the Gods

But gradually, Qian Daoliu gained more confidence.

Because only by holding this brush in your hand can you know how terrifying power it contains.

The overwhelming and magnificent momentum wildly impacted his mind.

He had come into contact with the angel god and witnessed the horror of divine artifacts.

However, compared to this calligraphy brush, it is completely insignificant.

terror.

That's absolutely terrifying. This guy truly lives up to his name; he's someone I can only look up to for the rest of my life!

Qian Dao Liu was so moved she almost cried.

He not only freeloaded, but also received such a generous gift upon parting... He had no way to repay this kindness.

Ah... I wish I were a woman... Qian Daoliu sighed deeply, then his eyes lit up again.

Although I cannot repay him with my body, I still have a granddaughter!

However, that's a story for another time.

He secretly vowed that even if he had to empty the Spirit Hall, he would first find a decent return gift and then respectfully bring it back to the big boss.

"Alright, if you're going to leave, then hurry up and go."

Lin Yan waved his hand, "You'd better hurry up and leave, it's almost time for your afternoon nap."

Such a casual attitude would surely shock the members of the Spirit Hall. Their revered Grand Elder, whom they held in high esteem, showed no anger whatsoever.

"goodbye."

Qian Daoliu bowed respectfully, then turned and left.