Chapter 1: Transmigrating as Qian Xunji
At the very back of the luxuriously archaic and historically rich Wuhun City stands a towering mountain that reaches into the clouds. This mountain is called Pope Mountain. On top of Pope Mountain sits a grand, immense, and luxurious palace. The warm sunlight cascades down, complementing the architecture of the Pope's Palace, making it exceptionally beautiful and majestic, like a paradise on earth.
This palace is called the Pope's Palace, the residence of the Pope. That sacred title is the faith of Soul Masters across the entire continent.
Inside a secret chamber of the Pope's Palace, there is a man with bright golden hair. His features are extremely handsome, and he is dressed in a platinum robe that appears both luxurious and elegant. This man is Qian Xunji, the only son of the current Pope, Qian Daoliu. At this moment, he is lying quietly on the ground, not breathing. He's dead—having literally died of anger.
Qian Xunji is currently just over thirty years old. He has just broken through to the rank of Soul Douluo and enthusiastically went to find Qian Daoliu to share his joy. A Soul Douluo in his thirties is an unparalleled existence throughout the entire continent, an undeniable super genius.
Qian Xunji thought so as well. Just when he believed he could continue breaking through, grow stronger, reach the same realm as his father, and even inherit the lifelong dream of the Qian family's ancestors—the Angelic Godhood—Qian Daoliu's very first sentence was like pouring a bucket of cold water over his head:
"After you obtain your soul ring, you shall succeed to the position of Pope."
Hearing this, Qian Xunji was full of confusion. "Father, succeeding the Pope's position requires dealing with a mountain of daily affairs. It will greatly shorten my cultivation time. I still need to work hard on my cultivation to fulfill the Qian family's longstanding dream!"
Qian Daoliu turned around, seemingly unwilling to let Qian Xunji see his expression at that moment. "Don't even think about inheriting the Divine Ancestor's position. Just peacefully safeguard our Wuhun Hall's foundation and properly carry on the Qian family line—that will be enough."
"Why, Father? Can you tell me why?" Qian Xunji asked anxiously. He couldn't understand what he had done wrong. Was being a thirty-something Soul Douluo still not talented enough?
Qian Daoliu replied indifferently, "Jier, our Qian family is protected by the Divine Ancestor. We are born with an innate soul power ten levels higher than ordinary people. Precisely because of this, our cultivation speed is far faster than outsiders. Do you know who the youngest Titled Douluo on the current continent is?"
Qian Xunji nodded. "I know, Father. It's your old rival, Tang Chen, who broke through to Titled Douluo at just forty-six years old."
"Then do you know how old I was when I broke through to Titled Douluo?"
Qian Xunji shook his head. By the time Qian Daoliu had him, he was already seventy, long since a Limit Douluo. The age at which the Qian family's ancestors broke through Titled Douluo had never been recorded.
"I broke through to Titled Douluo two years older than you are now when you broke through to Soul Douluo."
That calm voice reached Qian Xunji's ears, causing his pupils to widen abruptly. The next sentence from Qian Daoliu exploded in his mind like a thunderclap:
"And that age was not considered particularly outstanding in the lineage of our Qian family ancestors."
"Jier, do you understand now? The youngest Titled Douluo in the entire continent may seem like the pinnacle of glory to outsiders, but in our Qian family's eyes, it's nothing. The reason our family's ancestral records have never noted the ages at which each generation broke through to Titled Douluo is because we do not care to compete with the mortal world. We are a family of gods."
At this point, Qian Daoliu's tone was still calm, yet the prideful fervor in his eyes was impossible to conceal. "And for you to break through to Soul Douluo at your age makes you the worst in the accomplishments of all our Qian family's ancestors."
"The worst, the worst, the worst…" Those three words kept echoing in Qian Xunji's ears, as though they were needles piercing deeply into his soul.
"So do you understand now? Don't even think about inheriting the Divine Ancestor's position; leave it to future generations. As for your cultivation falling behind, there's no need to worry. Our clan is blessed by the Divine Ancestor. Even if your talent is worse, as long as your martial soul is the Six-winged Angel, you can take the Divine Ancestor's divine trials. Once you complete them, you will be able to reach the same level of cultivation as me."
Qian Daoliu waved his hand. "Compose yourself and go acquire your soul ring."
Qian Xunji nodded again. This time, his expression was very wooden as he returned to his cultivation chamber. Back in the secret chamber, as Qian Xunji was consolidating his cultivation, he recalled Qian Daoliu's words—that he was the most hopeless descendant in the history of the Qian family. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, the sadder he became, and the more ashamed he became. His mindset became unstable, causing his soul power to become chaotic. He spat out a mouthful of blood and died of fury, just like that.
Moments later, Qian Xunji abruptly opened his eyes. His bright blue pupils were no longer as calm and proud as before, but were instead filled with confusion as he looked around, his expression somewhat dazed. "Where is this? Why am I here?" In the next second, a severe pain flared in Qian Xunji's head, and all the original owner's memories flooded into his mind.
Douluo Continent, Pope's Palace, Qian Xunji.
Once he understood the information, Qian Xunji's face darkened. Of all the people he could have transmigrated into, why did it have to be this guy… He was well aware that, in the future, Qian Xunji would forcibly take Bibi Dong's virginity in the secret chamber, and lose his own virginity as well, leading her to bear a daughter who would be the Qian family's only one in ten thousand years to possess innate full soul power of level 20.
At that time, Wuhun Hall was at the peak of its might, with seven great offerings in the Worship Hall and over a dozen elders in the Elder Hall. It is no exaggeration to say they could flatten the entire continent by themselves. Yet what happened afterward…defies description.
After secluding himself for ten consecutive days to gain control over this body's power, Qian Xunji walked out of the secret chamber. Subconsciously raising his hand to shield himself from the glaring sun overhead, he swept his spiritual power across the resplendent, almost fairytale-like Pope's Palace and let out a soft sigh. "Let's just take it one step at a time."
What he meant was that he was unsure of the situation in the current Douluo Continent or which point of the timeline he was in. But he was still filled with confidence about continuing Wuhun Hall's legacy. As long as he remained alive, even if events progressed as in the original novel, so what? He could still nip any danger in the bud the moment it appeared. Not for any other reason than the fact that he was the sole brain of Wuhun Hall, which was currently unmatched in power. Even if Tang Chen fought desperately, with Qian Daoliu holding him off and the other Titled Douluo all using their ninth soul skills from a distance—given a Douluo's defensive capabilities, Qian Xunji doubted Tang Chen could last more than a few breaths.
"Young Master," a red-robed bishop said respectfully. "His Holiness the Pope has instructed that as soon as you exit seclusion, you are to go see him immediately."
"Got it."
Qian Xunji headed in the direction of Wuhun City. Before going there, he first visited the Wuhun Hall's Library.
PS: Copying it again. The general outline is already quite clear. In the first cycle, Qian Renchuan (Tang San) thoroughly defeated the second cycle's Shrek Seven Devils. As for Qian Renchuan's martial souls, they are the Blue Silver Emperor and a Two-Winged Angel, which later evolves into a Two-Winged Fallen Angel. As a grandfather figure, Qian Xunji could never bully Tang San, who is of the grandchildren's generation. Don't you agree? That would be too disgraceful.
As for teaching Qian Renchuan to have the right worldview or something like that—none of that exists. Simply put, it's double standards beating double standards. A straightforward, indulgent power fantasy is enough.
As for the protagonist's spouse, first off, exclude Bibi Dong. The summary makes that clear: there's no underage taboo. We'll place A Yin here. As for who else to add, let the readers suggest. The author doesn't mind spicing things up—like an old bull munching on young grass, or "Your wife and children, I shall raise them for you." As the Pope, is there anything wrong with that?
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