Chapter 59: Tangyuehua: Don't be so perverted

Pa!

A loud slap sound rang out, and immediately five red handprints appeared on Tangyuehua's fair face.

Tangyuehua touched her swollen, painful cheek, fear showing on her face as she spoke in a trembling voice.

"Is this just the beginning?"

"Just how perverted are you?"

Qianxunji didn't answer, but instead touched Tangyuehua's reddened cheek, saying with concern:

"Oh dear, I couldn't help but slap you just now, I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry, next time I strike you, if you remind me, I won't strike."

Hearing that, Tangyuehua felt Qianxunji was like a madman—no, a devil.

She hadn't even held back and he slapped her?

She hadn't provoked Qianxunji just now, yet she was slapped by him, feeling extremely wronged.

Moreover, Qianxunji said that if he couldn't help but slap her again in the future, she should remember to remind him.

She really wanted to say, "With your speed, can I warn you before you strike?"

Moreover, even if I remind you properly, will you really stop?

Heavens!

Tangyuehua could imagine that the days ahead would be perilous.

She felt a bit afraid, and instinctively took a step back.

Qianxunji looked at Tangyuehua's fearful appearance and didn't bother her anymore.

The reason she slapped Tangyuehua was because Tangyuehua was originally unwilling to be with him.

So, in Tangyuehua's view, she surely thought her charm was astonishing, and that this Spirit Hall Pope had come all this way just for her.

Then Tangyuehua must be quite arrogant in her heart.

And what Qianxunji wants is to knock away that arrogance of hers.

As for his own woman, Qianxunji would indeed be very indulgent.

But if she doesn't listen and dares to defy him, then she must know the consequences.

And that slap just now was the warning bell he rang for Tangyuehua.

To make her revere and fear him, so she wouldn't do any mischief.

Shaking his head, Qianxunji came to the Dogtail Grass, crouched down, and stroked its roots and stems.

Instantly, the mutant Dogtail Grass trembled nonstop, seeming to reject Qianxunji's touch.

Seeing this, Qianxunji knew that although Xiao Cao had transformed into her true form and lost her hundred-thousand-year soul beast cultivation, her consciousness still resided within that form.

The next moment, a flame appeared in Qianxunji's hand, and he coldly said:

"If you dare move again, I'll burn you right away."

As soon as his words fell, Xiao Cao immediately stopped trembling altogether.

Seeing this, Qianxunji thought to himself that women still needed to be disciplined, even soul beast women, and then with a big hand he grasped Xiao Cao, pulling her up by the roots from the ground and placing her in the system space.

He planned to plant Xiao Cao in the Spirit Hall's garden after returning.

Later, when admiring the flowers, if he needed to urinate, he would simply spray his urine onto Xiao Cao to give her rich nutrients for rapid growth.

Next, Qianxunji picked up Liu Er Long by the waist, his body instantly shooting up into the sky, flying toward the Spirit Hall.

In the forest, Ju Dou Luo and Gui Douluo, who were still fighting each other, saw Qianxunji leave; both immediately stopped and flew swiftly after him.

They felt they were Qianxunji's left and right arms, and naturally ought to devote themselves wholeheartedly to doing everything well.

Moreover, they would know that His Holiness the Pope possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and a million-year soul ring as a titled Douluo.

Such a heaven-defying configuration made them revere Qianxunji even more, and they resolved to be utterly loyal to him.

Because they knew that His Holiness the Pope's future achievements would be unimaginable, even surpassing Grand Elder Qian Daoliu.

By then, their status would rise accordingly.

………

The next day!

In the Spirit Hall, inside the Elder's Hall.

A towering figure sat cross-legged, meditating and cultivating.

The man looked to be in his thirties, extraordinarily handsome; such a handsome face was exceedingly rare on the continent, seldom seen.

It's hard to imagine that this handsome, youthful appearance belongs to one of the continent's Three Ultimate Douluo, Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu, already in his eighties.

Suddenly, Qian Daoliu snapped his eyes open; a fierce golden light flashed in his gaze as he looked toward the distant Pope's Hall, his expression changing as he said:

"That brat, he went out for a few days and came back again; I don't know if this time he'll bring me a daughter-in-law."

"This lustful nature is truly not like my son."

Qian Daoliu also found it strange that, before Qianxunji's martial soul evolved, his personality was similar to his own—overbearing, arrogant, and aloof from women.

Now that Qianxunji is in his fifties, he still hasn't been close to women.

Before, he feared that if Qianxunji didn't find a woman and have children, the Qian lineage would be cut off.

So, he had urged Qianxunji many times before, but to no avail.

But now, Qianxunji has become lustful by nature; in just over a month, he has found three daughters-in-law for him.

This change is too great; even Qian Daoliu suspects that a god from the God Realm might have possessed his son, causing such a drastic shift in temperament.

So, in recent days he has blocked Qianxunji several times just to see if he was possessed by an evil god.

But only when he saw Qianxunji's aberrant martial soul—the twelve-winged fallen angel—emanating an aura of evil, slaughter, darkness, and depravity did Qian Daoliu suddenly understand.

It turns out his son Qianxunji's martial soul had mutated, which is why his personality changed drastically.

Originally, when Qian Daoliu saw Qianxunji's evil martial soul, he had wanted to capture him directly and imprison him in the Spirit Hall's great prison.

After all, such an evil soul—surely that makes him a proper evil Soul Master.

But when he saw Qianxunji reveal a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, a million-year Soul Ring, Qian Daoliu immediately changed his mind.

Damn it, what does an evil soul matter?

That's a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, a million-year Soul Ring—what does an evil soul matter?

Qian Daoliu sensed Qianxunji's aura drawing nearer; his body moved, and he flew outward from the Pope's Hall, awaiting Qianxunji's arrival.

He wanted to see whether Qianxunji had brought him a daughter-in-law again, and if so, who it was.

Qianxunji held Tangyuehua as they flew swiftly through the air; behind him, Ju Dou Luo and Gui Douluo turned into a black shadow and a golden shadow flying on either side.

Huh?

That old brat is waiting here again?

Qianxunji saw Qian Daoliu standing outside the Pope's Hall, murmured softly, and flew downward.

Bang!

This time Qian Daoliu only slightly controlled the descending impact force, and his body stepped directly onto the plaza.

With a bang, the stone slabs on the plaza shattered, flying outward; some slabs also shot toward Qian Daoliu.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu lightly tapped his right foot, a golden light appeared outside his body, shattering all the rubble into fine powder.

Then Qian Daoliu took a deep look at Qianxunji and asked lightly:

"How so, your wings have hardened, wanting to give me a show of force?"

Qianxunji heard this and also replied lightly:

"Isn't it just that my strength broke through again and I couldn't control the power?"

"What?" Qian Daoliu's normally calm face changed, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"You broke through again?"

(End of chapter)