Douluo Continent: Transmigrated into Tang San's Younger Sister and Became a God with Two Martia

However, when emotions run high, how can one consider these things?

And so, the two of them stayed quietly in the inn, silently waiting for night to fall.

Time passed by, and the once lively cries of vendors on the street gradually faded away. As the sun set and its afterglow dissipated, a bright moon quietly climbed above the treetops.

Finally, the time came. Qian Shiye took Tang Nian's hand, and with a flash, their speed was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, they swept over countless rooftops, leaving only a slight whistling sound in the air.

At the same time, Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was inside the house, suddenly trembled. As a titled Douluo, he was naturally exceptionally sensitive to the surrounding atmosphere.

Just a moment ago, he clearly sensed a powerful person flying past overhead at high speed.

Almost instantly, an instinct compelled Chrysanthemum Douluo to rush forward and pursue the figure.

However, just as he was about to take action, the words Qian Shiye had said earlier suddenly echoed in his mind, which made Ju Douluo stop in his tracks and slowly sit down.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the bright, full moon in the sky, and murmured to himself, "It seems the Spirit Hall will likely face a major upheaval tomorrow!"

At the same time, Qian Shiye brought Tang Nian to an extremely luxurious mansion and stopped there.

Looking down from their vantage point, they found the mansion to be just as luxurious as the residence of Chrysanthemum Douluo that they had seen today.

Tang Nian couldn't help but feel curious; she really wanted to know what kind of people lived here.

To possess such a luxurious mansion, this person must be a powerful Title Douluo-level expert, right?

Upon arriving here, Qian Shiye was quite familiar with the place, and in a few quick movements, he led Tang Nian to the door of the central room.

Qian Shiye's strength was unfathomable; those inside the room could not detect his presence at all.

In stark contrast, Tang Nian, despite being a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse, was greeted by a sharp shout from inside the house the moment her feet touched the ground: "Who goes there?"

In that instant, Qian Shiye's icy voice suddenly rang out, "You don't even remember who I am?"

These words exploded in the room like a thunderclap, startling the person who had uttered the question.

Immediately afterwards, with a creak, the door was slowly pushed open, and Qian Shiye walked in slowly, each step sounding like a death knell.

Inside the room, a woman with neat short hair stood quietly. From the aura emanating from her, one could sense that she was a powerful expert at the Title Douluo level.

When she recognized the visitor as Qian Shiye, her eyes flashed, and a look of awe appeared on her face. She quickly bowed and said, "Young Master, you've finally returned! His Holiness the Pope was still talking about you a few days ago."

Despite Ling Yuan Douluo's respectful words, Qian Shiye's expression remained icy cold, his tone chilling to the bone, inspiring fear in those around him. "Is that so? Ling Yuan Douluo."

Before he finished speaking, an unparalleled and powerful pressure erupted from Qian Shiye's body.

In an instant, the air in the entire room seemed to freeze.

Lingyuan Douluo felt as if an incredibly heavy mountain was pressing down on him, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

Countless fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks. Her originally fair face turned bloodless and as pale as paper due to excessive tension and fear.

Even so, she endured the immense pressure and said in a trembling voice, "Young Master, I would never dare to lie to you! His Holiness the Pope really did mention you a few days ago, and said he didn't know when you would return."

Qian Shiye snorted coldly, his face grim, and slowly said, "So many years have passed, don't you still understand why I've come to see you today?"

Upon hearing this, Spirit Kite Douluo's eyes darted around, his body trembled involuntarily, and his voice trembled even more violently, filled with fear as he said, "This subordinate truly does not understand why Young Master has come to see me today!"

Qian Shiye remained expressionless and asked again in a calm tone, "Back then, how exactly did the former Pope, my father, die?"

Lingyuan Douluo answered almost without hesitation, "The former Pope suffered a severe injury from Haotian Douluo. His injuries were extremely serious at the time, and he was on the verge of death. After finally returning to the Papal Palace, he ultimately did not make it back."

As she said this, a look of sadness instantly appeared on Lingyuan Douluo's face. However, upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the sadness in her eyes did not reach the depths of her eyes, but merely remained on the surface.

Qian Shiye's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile, and he said, "It's true that I was a young and ignorant child back then, but things are different now. The fact that I'm asking you about this matter today is enough to prove that I'm not completely ignorant."

Lingyuan Douluo hesitated upon hearing this, but she finally spoke up, "The death of the former Pope was indeed the work of Haotian Douluo of the Haotian Sect."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Upon hearing her father Tang Hao's name, Tang Nian involuntarily clenched her fists. It was just like that; it was just like that that the Spirit Hall had smeared Tang Hao with dirty water.

This caused the Haotian Sect to retreat from the world, preventing Tang Hao from going back to see his grandfather one last time and kowtow to him with incense.

Qian Shiye stepped forward and slowly placed his hand on Lingyuan Douluo's head, saying in a cold tone, "I know you know everything, and I advise you to tell me the truth."

Qian Shiye's hand did not actually touch Ling Yuan Douluo's head, but merely rested on it lightly. Even so, it still made Ling Yuan Douluo feel that he was very close to death.

She knew perfectly well that Qian Shiye had probably already broken through to level 93, but she never expected that he had been keeping it a secret from His Holiness the Pope all along.

Despite her discomfort, Lingyuan Douluo spoke up, "Young Master, what I said is true. Think about it, the former Pope was already a level 95 expert at that time. Who else but Tang Hao could seriously injure him?"

"The Haotian Douluo did indeed injure my father, but the injury wasn't fatal at all. It was someone from the Spirit Hall who took advantage of my father's injury to kill him. Who was that person?"

Lingyuan Douluo felt a chill run down his spine, never expecting that Qian Shiye really knew everything.

"Young Master, everyone in the Spirit Hall follows His Holiness the Pope's lead. How could anyone dare to lay a hand on His Holiness the Pope? This is impossible, utterly impossible!" (End of Chapter)