In the Papal Palace,
Qian Daoliu was diligently handling state affairs, even with his level 99 Peerless Douluo physique, it was still quite strenuous. However, seeing the Spirit Hall thriving under his rule, he didn't feel tired anymore. He had reached level 99 in his lifetime, and he placed his hopes on Qian Xunji. He had witnessed the boy's efforts over the past few months; this was the true spirit of the Angel Clan. When Qian Xunji could grow up and stand on his own, he could retire early and enjoy his grandchildren. He
didn't know why he hadn't been able to contact the Angel God Ancestor for decades. Previously, the Ancestor would occasionally send down divine decrees, but now even the angel statues had fallen silent. Qian Daoliu couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. He was the patriarch of the Angel Clan on the Douluo Continent, with a fanatical faith in the Angel God, willing to die for him without flinching.
The Douluo Continent hadn't seen a god for ten thousand years. Qian Daoliu's only hope was that, in his lifetime, he could see the Angel Clan produce another Angel God; then his life would be complete.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of the woman in the sea, wondering how she was doing, but then his gaze dimmed, and he seemed lost in thought.
Qian Xunji entered the Papal Palace and saw her father with a beaming smile on his face, seemingly reminiscing about something.
"Cough cough, old man, you're already in your seventies or eighties, and you're still thinking about spring?" Qian Xunji said with a smug look on his face.
"Bullshit, when did I ever have romantic feelings? You little brat, do you want a beating?" Qian Daoliu wasn't embarrassed at all when he was exposed.
"Why are you here? You wouldn't come here without a reason."
"Look at what you're saying, can't I just come to see you?" Qianxun said quickly.
"Stop it, are you going to talk or not? If you don't, you're leaving," Qian Daoliu shouted.
"Oh, no, no, Father, I've decided to go out to the mainland to gain experience. I can't live under your wing forever anymore," Qian Xunji said in a low but undeniable tone.
"Have you made up your mind?" Qian Daoliu asked.
"Hmm, my strength is still too weak, insufficient to shoulder the great responsibility of the Spirit Hall."
"You do have self-awareness. Here, take this." Qian Daoliu tossed Qian Xunji a jade tablet, engraved with the image of a six-winged angel spirit. Qian Xunji sensed a surging soul power emanating from the tablet, seemingly containing immense terror.
"Father, this..." Qian Xunji immediately recognized it as no ordinary item, its craftsmanship undoubtedly extremely difficult. The material was Tianxuan Jade, not only incredibly hard but also capable of accelerating one's cultivation speed when carried. This was a rare and precious treasure. Qian Xunji couldn't help but look at Qian Daoliu with concern.
"Don't look like that. This jade is for your survival. It contains the full power of my level 99 soul power in a full-force attack. You must use it carefully. If you encounter an unavoidable danger, crush it." Qian Daoliu told Qian Xunji.
"How long do you plan to train this time?"
"I plan to train for 10 years," Qian Xunji said calmly.
Qian Daoliu was shocked. According to his estimation, two or three years of training would be enough. He would then send a Title Douluo from the Elder Hall to secretly supervise Qian Xunji and let him fight against different Soul Masters on the continent to accumulate practical experience. Qian Xunji told Qian Daoliu his plan word for word.
"Nonsense! Slaughter City and Seagod Island are extremely dangerous places. Aren't you afraid of dying? You could die in those places if you're not careful," Qian Daoliu asked sharply. "
Father, how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? To become a true strongman, you must not be afraid of dangers. Otherwise, if I always live under your wing, how can I become strong? This is not the life I want," Qian Xunji said firmly.
The atmosphere between father and son was tense for a while before Qian Daoliu slowly asked, "Are you really sure?"
Qian Xunji nodded. Looking at the young man before him, Qian Daoliu seemed to see a reflection of his younger self—so sharp and charismatic. He couldn't help but think, "Alas, old age makes one hesitant and timid. Indeed, the life I've arranged for him isn't what he wants. He should have his own path." However
, he vowed, "Anyone who dares harm my son, I, Qian Daoliu, will annihilate them." As a Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu naturally possessed such confidence. "Very well, then go. With the continent at peace for so long, some have forgotten the existence of our Angel Clan. You must ensure that the glory of our Angel Clan shines upon this land once more," Qian Daoliu said.
Qian Xunji looked at the upright Qian Daoliu, exuding an aura of power, and thought, "Rest assured, Father, I will not disappoint you, nor will I tarnish your reputation as a peerless Douluo.
" "Before leaving, offer incense to the Qian family's ancestral gods and ancestors," Qian Daoliu said, slowly walking towards the ancestral hall. Qian Xunji quickly followed.