Douluo Continent: A hundred years pass in an instant, the fleeting scenery of the world is like morn

Finally, under Qian Xingning's piercing gaze, Guangling and the other two reluctantly confessed the whole story.

After they finished speaking, Chisei Ningren, who was sitting opposite them, was dumbfounded and couldn't understand what he had just heard.

He's only been in seclusion for three hundred years, not three thousand, right? Otherwise, how could the world have become so insane?

What does it mean for a small sect to develop into the number one sect in the world, and for their most outstanding disciple to seriously injure the Pope for a 100,000-year-old soul beast?

It's one thing to fight over spirit rings and spirit bones, but that person actually treated a 100,000-year-old spirit beast as his wife?!

And what's with the Pope forcibly taking the saintess because he couldn't bear to see her abducted?

Thinking about this gave Qian Xingning a headache, so she closed her eyes and leaned against the car wall.

What sins have his angels committed to attract so much trouble?

And what about Qian Xunji? Is the Spirit Hall short of resources? Instead of crippling and expelling such a disloyal Holy Maiden, they actually…

Sensing the oppressive atmosphere around Qian Xingning, Guang Ling wisely shut her mouth and exchanged a glance with Qian Jun and Jiang Mo.

Judging by this situation, when we get back, not only will Bibi Dong be in trouble, but even the Grand Elder will get a scolding.

"Your Highness." Guangling Douluo poured another glass of water and gently placed it beside Qian Xingning. "Calm down and rest for a while."

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As time passed, the outline of Wuhun City gradually emerged at the edge of the field of vision.

Surprisingly, for some reason, the entire city appeared to be shrouded in a sacred golden light from afar.

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As the convoy slowly approached in the distance, the presiding bishop, Platinum, breathed a sigh of relief.

As instructed by the High Priest, the entire Spirit City has now been cleaned and looks brand new.

Looking around, a long red carpet stretched out from the city gate all the way to the Papal Palace.

On both sides of the red carpet, the Knights of the Temple stood silently and solemnly, their bearing imposing.

This kind of spectacle should satisfy that person, right?

Outside the city gate, a large group of people stood in the dark.

Qian Daoliu stood at the very front, his white-gold robe swaying slightly in the wind.

Behind him, several titled Douluo stood quietly on both sides, waiting.

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The convoy gradually slowed down and finally stopped outside the city gate.

Three retainers stepped out of the carriage and immediately led their entourage of guards to kneel on one knee in front of them: "Great Regent, your subordinates have not failed in their mission!"

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly: "Return to your places."

Upon hearing this, the guards bowed, quickly joined the ranks behind Qian Daoliu, and then turned around in unison.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Jingheng jumped down from the carriage behind.

But before he could even appreciate the magnificence of Wuhun City, he looked up and was immediately paralyzed.

He swallowed hard, strode to the carriage, and bowed respectfully towards Qian Daoliu and the others.

These people have terrifying auras; each of them is no less powerful than him...

The next second, the carriage curtain was lifted.

Qian Xingning slowly walked down.

He was wearing a pale gold robe, the material of which was not particularly expensive, and the style was simple.

But the moment that face was revealed, all eyes were drawn to it.

Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly contracted.

The titled Douluos behind him also gasped, speechless, stunned by that face.

The reason was simply because the young man in front of me was 1.8 meters tall, with a straight and heroic figure.

Even his appearance was extremely handsome, with features even more delicate than a girl's.

If it weren't for his status, everyone present would have described him as exceptionally handsome and talented.

Qian Daoliu looked at that face, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Like.

so similar.

He looks exactly like his grandfather... well, his grandfather wasn't as good-looking.

But soon, everyone came to their senses.

With a wave of his hand, the Paladin Knights on both sides of the road simultaneously raised their lances.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, raised his hand to pat non-existent dust off his robes, and then took a step forward and knelt down.

"Grandson Qian Daoliu pays respects to his great-uncle."

"Welcome back to your great-uncle's home."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the titled Douluos behind him and all the Soul Masters present knelt down on one knee.

The next moment, thousands of guard knights in the entire Wuhun City turned around and knelt on one knee in the direction of Qian Xingning.

"Your Highness, I pay my respects! Welcome Your Highness home!"

"Your Highness, I pay my respects! Welcome Your Highness home!"

"Your Highness, I pay my respects! Welcome Your Highness home!"

The sound surged like a tide, spreading from the city gates all the way into the city, wave after wave.

In an instant, the entire Martial Soul City was shrouded in this solemn atmosphere.

Qian Xingning stood still, looking at the dark mass of people kneeling in front of her, then looked at Qian Daoliu with a complicated expression.

Is this his grand-nephew...?

"Hmm... get up, everyone."

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As the doors of the main hall slowly closed, the worshippers and attendants withdrew, leaving only Qian Xingning and Qian Daoliu in the entire hall.

As the door closed, Qian Xingning sat in the main seat, tilted her head back slightly, wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and forced back her tears.

From this day forward, he has only two family members left in this world...

Those unrealistic fantasies turned into cruel reality the moment he arrived in Wuhun City.

Can……

Why...

Why did he leave back then? What's wrong with being a freeloader? What's wrong with being pointed at and gossiped about? What can compare to blood relatives...?

At this moment, Qian Xingning really wanted to run to the Douluo Palace and cry her heart out.

Qian Daoliu looked at the young figure in the main seat, and his eyes couldn't help but redden.

Logically speaking, having lived for over a hundred years, witnessed countless storms and faced numerous life-or-death situations, his mind should have long been unmoved.

But faced with this scene, he still couldn't control his emotions.

Even though this person looks very young, I have never seen him before.

But... that feeling that came from blood ties constantly reminded him that these were his blood relatives.

He strode over and squatted down in front of Qian Xingning.

"Grandpa, no matter what, you will always have me and Xiaoxue; we will always be your family."

"Xiaoxue... she is on a mission in the Heaven Dou Empire and will not be able to return for a while, which is why she cannot greet you. It is by no means an attempt to neglect you."

"And about Bibi Dong, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Qian Xingning took Qian Daoliu's hand, gently patted the back of his hand, and stopped him from speaking.

"I understand." Qian Xingning looked at him with heartache. "I've seen that child too."

"And about that child, I heard about it from Guangling and the others."

"You've worked so hard all these years... The entire burden of the Spirit Hall rests on your shoulders."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu was taken aback, then realized who he was talking about, and his eyes reddened even more.

"Back then, under those circumstances, my great-nephew made a grave mistake due to a momentary lapse in judgment."

"Later... but in the end you let Bibi Dong go."

"When I first heard about it, I was angry, but then I came to understand it."

"In that situation, you have no other choice."

Even I would choose to keep her.

"Firstly, the Spirit Hall needs someone to oversee it, and secondly... even I can't bear to see such young children lose their parents at such a young age..."

"So don't blame yourself, you've already done a great job."

"If I hadn't left the Spirit Hall, things wouldn't have come to this, so ultimately it's my fault."

The pain of losing a child is unimaginable...

If he had been an elder to advise and supervise him back then, Qian Xunji would not have been blinded by evil spirits, and none of the subsequent events would have occurred.

Why would Qian Xunji do such a thing?

Thinking of this, Qian Xingning froze again, suddenly remembering a record he had seen a long time ago.

The Angel race is blessed by the God Ancestor Angel God, and has inherited the Angel Martial Soul for generations, as well as the sacred attributes of His authority.

Under the influence of divine attributes, they have been committed to eradicating evil and upholding justice for tens of thousands of years, and it is absolutely impossible for them to go astray.

If one goes against their own sense of justice, their martial spirit will transform into a holy sword and deliver judgment upon the fallen angels.

"No..." Qian Dao shook his head, his eyes red. "Grandfather, in the end, it was my inadequacy..."