Douluo: Qian Xunji's Joyful Life

Chapter 15: Titled Douluo Qian Xunji

Tang Hao walked up to Tang Chen. Tang Chen ruffled Tang Hao's hair and pinched the muscles on Tang Hao's body, and Tang Hao offered no resistance—he even seemed to enjoy it, having utter confidence in his tempered physique.

"Very solid muscle," Tang Chen remarked with a slight nod. Then his expression turned exceptionally serious. "Hao'er, today Grandpa will teach you our Clear Sky Clan's most important inheritance—the Great Sumeru Hammer. Listen carefully!"

Tang Hao nodded solemnly, focusing his full attention. None of the Elders around them showed any displeasure, and Tang Zhen's face was filled with reassurance.

Wind is formless; leaves are tangible. Without wind, fallen leaves cannot rise; without leaves, the wind has nothing to support. The essence of the Great Sumeru Hammer lies in condensing all one's soul rings into a single entity, injecting them entirely into the Clear Sky Hammer, transforming them into the purest power. When it comes to the Great Sumeru Hammer, soul rings serve the same purpose as a raging wind does for fallen leaves.

Once Tang Chen had transmitted this knowledge to Tang Hao, he said gravely, "That's the principle behind the Great Sumeru Hammer. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Grandpa, I do!" Tang Hao replied firmly.

Tang Chen gave a slight nod. "Good. Then let's complete it right here. Your father, your uncles, and I will all stand guard for you."

Tang Hao descended the steps and sat cross-legged, beginning to practice the Great Sumeru Hammer. The gazes of his elders seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

After an hour, Tang Hao's two yellow, two purple, and one black soul rings fused into a single entity and merged into the Clear Sky Hammer. Immediately, the hammer in his hand radiated an incredibly overbearing aura—several times stronger than before.

Tang Hao stood up, gripping the hammer. "Grandpa, I did it. This is the Great Sumeru Hammer?"

"Hahaha!" Tang Chen clasped his hands behind his back and laughed with unrestrained delight. "Excellent, excellent, Hao'er! You are truly the most powerful heir to our Clear Sky Clan. You will become the next Clear Sky Douluo. You must ensure that my own title will shine once more in the soul master world!"

Tang Zhen and the six Elders joined in laughter as well, though they dared not laugh as boldly as Tang Chen.

Tang Hao spoke earnestly. "I understand, Grandpa!"

"Very good. Zhen'er, come forth!"

"Father!" Tang Zhen stepped forward, while the six Elders of the Clear Sky Clan sensed an ominous feeling.

"Zhen'er, from this day on, you are the Clan Master of the Clear Sky Clan! Elders, I ask you to assist him wholeheartedly. Cultivate diligently, for starting today, I will be leaving the clan."

"Clan Master, this must not be!"

"Clan Master, where are you going?"

The six Elders hurried behind Tang Zhen, dropping to their knees.

"Clan Master, you're in your prime. Why pass down the position so early?"

Over the years, the six Elders had grown utterly dependent on Tang Chen. Wherever they went, they felt secure mentioning his name—as though children still needing milk. If Tang Chen truly left, they would feel orphaned, as though the clan would collapse in his absence.

Tang Chen gave the six Elders a disdainful look. If not for the fact that they were his relatives and Elders of the Clear Sky Clan, he would have smacked each of them once. Descendants of the mighty Clear Sky Hammer, acting so spineless… Begging him to stay just because he wanted to leave—utterly shameful.

"Silence. I'm going to search for a path to godhood. Once I become a god, I'll return!"

As Tang Chen recalled the figure on Sea God Island and the promise he had made Bo Saixi, he was determined to become a god and make her his bride.

"But, Clan Master, we don't know how long it might take to become a god. If you're gone and the Wuhun Hall or Qian Daoliu come for us… our Clear Sky Clan will be in danger," said the head of the six Elders. Of course, he didn't dare call godhood itself too difficult, lest he provoke Tang Chen's wrath.

Tang Chen replied, "Three hundred li east of Heaven Dou City is the mountain range where I fought Qian Daoliu for the last time. He promised that until he defeats me, the Wuhun Hall—under his leadership—won't set foot on that mountain range. Go there and transform it into a safe haven for the Clear Sky Clan. If the Wuhun Hall dares to strike when I'm gone, that mountain will be our place of seclusion."

"What if the Wuhun Hall goes back on its word?"

Tang Chen sneered. "That old coward Qian Daoliu, who doesn't even dare stake his life to reach rank 100, won't dare break our agreement!"

Hearing that, everyone in the main hall breathed easier. Since their clan leader said Qian Daoliu was timid, perhaps there was no need to worry.

"I don't know how long becoming a god will take. But with my lingering prestige, the Clear Sky Clan should be safe for a few more years. You must train diligently and never destroy the foundation I built! Once I return as a god, the Clear Sky Clan will rule this continent forever!"

Tang Chen scanned everyone in the hall, his spiritual power covering the entire clan. He could sense every disciple wielding the Clear Sky Hammer. In a slightly milder tone, he added, "I'm leaving now."

"Farewell to the Old Clan Master!"

"Farewell to the Old Clan Master!"

"Farewell, Grandpa!"

Tang Chen left the main hall and rose into the sky. His imposing figure shrank until it vanished over the horizon.

With Tang Chen's departure, Tang Zhen took the Clan Master's seat. "Though our Old Clan Master has gone, I believe that with his strength, he will surely return as a god!"

"Pass down my command: until the day the Old Clan Master returns, no disciple of the Clear Sky Clan—whether direct or otherwise—may provoke any soul master of the Wuhun Hall. In any conflict, they must stand down at once. If anyone violates this, they will be punished according to clan law!"

All six Elders agreed. With Tang Chen gone and the Wuhun Hall still having Qian Daoliu, they truly couldn't afford any trouble. Enduring for now, they would wait for either the Old Clan Master to return as a god or Tang Hao to grow stronger—only then could the Clear Sky Clan dominate for another century.

Five years passed in a blink. During that time, Tang Hao, having perfected the Great Sumeru Hammer, became unbeatable at his rank within the clan, then left for the Slaughter City to gain the Killing God Domain.

In the Wuhun Hall…

Within a sealed chamber in the Pope's Palace, an enormous burst of holy, radiant soul power suddenly erupted. In the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu reflexively turned his gaze toward Qian Xunji's seclusion area, nodding slightly. That energy marked Qian Xunji's breakthrough to Titled Douluo after five years in isolation.

The secret room, illuminated by the Angel's radiance as though it were broad daylight, showed Qian Xunji standing on two yellow, two purple, and four black soul rings—eight in total. Behind him spread six glittering golden wings: the Six-Winged Angel, a sign that the Angelic Martial Soul had reached Titled Douluo.

Qian Xunji glanced at the space where his ninth ring would be. "For the ninth soul ring, I must hunt a hundred-thousand-year soul beast!"

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