Chapter 59: His Sword Is Only a Mortal's Sword, He Is Only a Mortal of the Qian Family's Shattered Dream

Qian Xunji knew that this chicken soup contained a poison that restricts a soul master's soul power circulation, but Qian Xunji still drank the entire bowl without hesitation.

He then got up from the bed, stood in front of Bibi Dong, and waited for the poison's effect to take hold.

A moment later, Qian Xunji felt his body begin to change, yet his face still showed no hint of fear.

He seemed to have anticipated this outcome long ago, and even felt a trace of relief in his heart.

"Bibi Dong, you have gotten what you wished for."

Qian Xunji's voice was somewhat weak, yet it carried a calm madness.

"I know you hate me, but all of this is for the Qian family's legacy, for my Xue Er; I must do this."

His gaze grew distant, as if he had already seen Qian Renxue achieving the Angel God's throne in the future! Indeed! His daughter, Qian Renxue, will become the supreme Angel God!

Xue Er is different from him; the lofty deity he has chased all his life bestowed the Angel Nine Trials upon his Xue Er! This is divine approval! Qian Xunji is not wrong! Qian Renxue's birth is undoubtedly correct! Her excellence proves it! Xue Er has already absorbed an angel skull, and after his death, Qian Renxue will be able to retrieve the last two angel leg bones—essential for Qian Renxue's ascension to godhood.

Suffer a little, Bibi Dong, and blame me, Qian Xunji, for it! As for Xue Er, she deserves all the beauty! His daughter's talent is so great! She should have everything! Talent! This is what he has always yearned for.

Perhaps due to a lingering death resolve, or the flickering of memories, Qian Xunji suddenly recalled his father's sword training for some unknown reason.

On that spacious and tranquil training ground, sunlight poured down, casting a golden hue.

Qian Daoliu's handsome, upright figure stood there, with a young Qian Xunji beside him.

Qian Daoliu held an ancient, sharp longsword, his expression solemn and focused.

He looked at Qian Xunji and said gravely, "Xunji, the key to sword practice lies in the perfect coordination of heart, eyes, and hand."

Qian Xunji nodded, his eyes full of seriousness and yearning.

Qian Daoliu slowly raised the longsword and began the demonstration.

His movements were fluid and graceful, each technique bearing great momentum and power.

The blade glittered under the sunlight, dazzling like a flash of lightning.

"Watch closely, Xunji."

"The sword follows the heart: a righteous heart yields a righteous sword; a wicked heart yields a wicked sword."

Qian Daoliu's form flickered, and in an instant he wielded the longsword, the sword's shadow enveloping his body like a sudden storm.

He simultaneously executed fierce sword techniques while explaining:

"The sword's spirit moves by following the heart, acting with the flow."

Qian Daoliu demonstrated while explaining the essentials and techniques of the movements. Qian Xunji stared intently, striving to imprint every detail into his mind.

Then Qian Daoliu halted, handed the sword to Qian Xunji, and said, "Your turn."

Qian Xunji inhaled deeply, took the sword, and began to swing it according to Qian Daoliu's earlier demonstration.

His movements were a bit raw, yet he possessed an unyielding drive.

Qian Daoliu observed carefully from beside, occasionally speaking out to correct Qian Xunji's mistakes.

"Make your movements steadier, watch your footwork… Yes, like that." Yet as time passed, Qian Xunji's swordsmanship improved little, and sweat soaked his clothes.

But he still practiced with full concentration, and Qian Daoliu remained patiently instructing.

Qian Xunji had trained for an unknown length of time, and rumors claimed he was a genius with Innate Full Soul Power, a rare prodigy on the Douluo Continent, and the future star of the Spirit Hall.

But he knew that, in fact, he was the least talented child in the Qian family's line.

The Qian family is known on the Douluo Continent as the Angel God's representatives; each member innately possesses ten-level divine‑granted soul power, a gift from the Angel God.

Everyone has it; his father Qian Daoliu is an unparalleled genius with innately nineteen-level soul power.

No one understands better than Qian Xunji what this means: that he is a complete waste, a person with no innate soul power at all.

If not for divine pity, his martial soul would not be a Six‑winged Angel, nor would he have Innate Full Soul Power.

Also because of this, Qian Xunji's worship and reverence for the Angel God is the greatest among all generations of the Qian family! No one desires the divine, noble deity's approval more than he does! Yet he lacks such talent, and cannot fulfill his father's expectations; Qian Xunji is not clever, his comprehension is low, so he can only rely on perseverance and the Death‑Grinding Sword Method.

He cannot achieve the spontaneous sword style of Qian Daoliu; his sword is merely a mortal's sword, and he is merely a mortal of the Qian family…

Qian Xunji will never forget the look of disappointment in Qian Daoliu's eyes on the day he broke through to Title Soul Master

It was a day of especially bright sunshine; the fifty‑year‑old Qian Xunji, after much hardship, finally succeeded in breaking through to the Title Soul Master realm, and no one knew how much effort and energy he had spent.

Qian Xunji's heart was filled with uncontrollable excitement; he could not wait to tell Qian Daoliu the good news.

He wanted Qian Daoliu to feel proud of him! He wanted to tell Qian Daoliu that his son is not a useless waste! Qian Xunji stepped briskly and eagerly, sprinting toward where Qian Daoliu was.

Along the way, images of Qian Daoliu's delighted, proud expression after learning of his breakthrough kept flashing in his mind.

When he arrived at the familiar training ground, he instantly saw Qian Daoliu seated there.

Qian Xunji's face beamed with a bright, cheerful smile; the fifty‑year‑old now resembled a child eager to flaunt his achievements before an elder, and he shouted excitedly:

"Father, I've broken through! I am now a Title Douluo! I am the youngest Title Douluo on the continent!"

However, the joy he expected did not appear on Qian Daoliu's face; Qian Daoliu merely stared silently, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Qian Xunji's smile froze instantly; he stared blankly at Qian Daoliu, his mind full of confusion.

"Father…" he murmured, his voice tinged with bewilderment.

Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly, let out a light sigh, his tone laced with reluctance.

He did not wish to crush his son, but Qian Xunji, now fifty, should no longer live in a sweet dream like a child.

"Xunji, your talent may be seen as genius by the outside world, but within the Qian family, you are the worst."

"Do you know when I broke through to Title Douluo? At thirty—I became a Title Douluo at thirty."

Qian Daoliu said proudly:

""The continent's youngest Title Soul Master? Xunji, we are the deity's representatives! Don't only focus your gaze on the Douluo Continent! The Qian family's purpose is only one!""

"God! Only by becoming a deity! That is the Qian family's glory!"

(End of Chapter)