"System, help me hang that rat—ah, no, Tang Hao." Qian Xunji said.
"Respected Host, to bind a target, you must be within fifty meters of them."
Within fifty meters?
Fortunately, Qian Xunji knew where Tang Hao was currently, otherwise, given the vastness of the Douluo Continent, it would be difficult for Qian Xunji to find him.
After thinking for a moment, Qian Xunji left the Supreme Pontiff Palace, preparing to head to Saint Spirit Village to "hang" the rat. At this moment, a voice reached his ears.
"Brat, come here for a moment!"
Hearing this voice, Qian Xunji couldn't help but frown. It was Qian Daoliu's voice.
Transmigrating as Qian Xunji, binding a System, holding the highest authority on the entire Douluo Continent, having a lovely little cotton jacket, and a leaky "Good Disciple"—everything was good. The only drawback was having an old father above his head. As soon as he transmigrated, he had to acknowledge someone he didn't know as his father, and the key was that even if he didn't want to, he had to. He couldn't possibly commit patricide, could he?
Qian Xunji rolled his eyes and, with a flash, arrived in the Hall of Worship.
In the Hall of Worship, beneath the Angel God statue, Qian Xunji saw his golden-haired old father standing there, hands clasped behind his back, not even looking at Qian Xunji.
"Are you feeling better, Ji'er?"
Ji… Ji'er??
Qian Xunji's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly said, "Old man, can you just call me by my name? Qian Xunji."
Qian Daoliu turned his head and said, "Brat, I'm your father. What do you call me?"
"Old man," Qian Xunji said nonchalantly.
"You—you're going to infuriate this old man!" Qian Daoliu said angrily.
"Let's not talk about that for now. Why did you call me here?" Qian Xunji said, getting straight to the point.
Qian Daoliu scrutinized Qian Xunji. The excellent genes of their family, passed down through golden hair, had turned into grayish-white hair on Qian Xunji. His face had also become much paler, and his aura was completely out of place with the atmosphere of the Angel God Temple.
If Qian Daoliu had played Warcraft, he would have preemptively pulled out the Angelic Sacred Sword to punish Qian Xunji. However, at the moment, Qian Daoliu merely frowned and asked,
"Ji'er? What's wrong with you? Why can't I feel the aura of the angel god on you…?"
Qian Xunji said, "Nothing, it's just that I don't want to live too hypocritically."
Angels are sacred and pure, which completely contradicts Qian Xunji's actions. In Qian Xunji's own memory, the reason he had a secret meeting with Bibi Dong was partly to keep Bibi Dong, and also because this pervert indeed coveted Bibi Dong.
Since he was evil, he might as well be openly evil. Why hide behind the sacred guise of an angel god, being secretive and elusive?
"It seems Tang Hao's hammer hit you hard." Qian Daoliu looked Qian Xunji up and down. To his surprise, he found he couldn't quite see through his own son.
After a moment's thought, Qian Daoliu didn't dwell on the topic. Although the Angel aura on Qian Xunji had disappeared, he was still his son and Xue'er's father. Qian Daoliu could tolerate Bibi Dong, his son's killer, so he could naturally tolerate Qian Xunji.
"Tang Chen and I are of the same generation. You are my son, and Tang Hao is Tang Chen's grandson. You are at least a generation older than Tang Hao. To be severely injured by Tang Hao, someone who had just become a Titled Douluo—three Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall, including you, one dead, one injured, one crippled. You, my son, have completely disgraced your father." Qian Daoliu said, exasperated.
Qian Xunji expressed, "What can I do? The entire Tang Clan is like the System's biological son. The System gave Tang Hao a cheat, allowing him, as a newly-minted Titled Douluo, to cripple me, a seasoned Titled Douluo. Who can I complain to?"
However, Qian Xunji was quite open-minded. Anyway, the one who lost face was that Qian Xunji; what did it have to do with me, Qian Xunji? With his current strength, dealing with the rat would be a piece of cake, effortless.
"If I lost, I lost. I can just win it back next time. Don't judge a hero by temporary success or failure. If he's laughing now, he won't be laughing later. No, he's already not laughing now."
"After all, the reason Tang Hao could step on my head was because he sacrificed his wife," Qian Xunji said with a wicked smile.
Qian Daoliu: "…"
"By the way, old man, you previously arranged for the Titled Douluo of the Supreme Pontiff Palace, and one died and one was crippled in that fight against Tang Hao. Shouldn't you arrange new Titled Douluo for me?" Qian Xunji suddenly asked.
Although Qian Xunji's strength alone was sufficient, who would dislike having fewer subordinates? The Supreme Pontiff Palace couldn't expect Qian Xunji to handle everything himself.
"For example, Golden Crocodile, Xiong Shi, Ling Luan, Light Feather, Qian Jun, Jiang Mo. Just two of them, I'm not picky."
"Brat, they are Priests, your predecessors. Their status is equal to yours as Pope. How dare you order them around? Should this old man also come to your Supreme Pontiff Palace and take orders from you?" Qian Daoliu said.
"Old man, they have this strength, so they should be contributing to Spirit Hall. If you keep them cooped up in the Hall of Worship, will they lay eggs if you leave them there too long?"
Qian Xunji felt extremely speechless. Qian Daoliu and the various Priests were so powerful, yet in the original story, they had to wait until Tang San and his group had fully matured to come out and offer experience. Wouldn't it have been better to crush Tang San when he was weak?
However, if these Priests dared to kill Xiao San and the rat now, Qian Xunji would be the first to object. What are you doing? The rat is my Qian Xunji's beloved brother from another father and mother—ah, no, my nephew!
"They have a more important mission, which is to worship angel god in the Hall of Worship. As for your manpower, I have already arranged it for you. Come out."
A golden-haired woman exuding a fragrant aura and a dark-clad man wearing a hat that obscured his face walked out.
The two stood very close, like shadows, appearing to be a pair. They must be a married couple!
When Qian Xunji saw the golden-haired woman, although her beauty wasn't on par with Bibi Dong's, it was still of a high caliber. The crucial point was that these two seemed to be a married couple—a couple, a couple, a couple! Qian Xunji couldn't help but feel his heart stir!
"Chrysanthemum, Ghost greets the High Priest and Your Holiness the Pope." Chrysanthemum and Ghost bowed to Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu.
"What did you say?" Qian Xunji almost spat blood. "You're called Chrysanthemum??"
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope, what are your orders?"
"No, nothing." Of course, Qian Xunji couldn't say that he had almost felt a stir in his heart for a cross-dresser! His sexual orientation was absolutely normal, absolutely normal!