Soul Land: I Became Qian Xunji’s older brother

Upon returning to Heaven Dou City, Tang Yuehua went back to Moon Pavilion and announced its closure for a month.

"Tang Yuehua, where's the money? I'm telling you, don't play any tricks."

Facing the relentless pressure from the two Haotian Sect disciples, Tang Yuehua's eyes were vacant as she slowly pulled out two golden cards, each representing one million golden soul coins, from the treasury.

"This is for this month. You can leave now."

"Consider yourself sensible."

The two Haotian Sect disciples snatched the two golden cards, exchanged glances, and a hint of greed flashed in their eyes, but it was fleeting, hidden deep within.

"Hm, we'll be back next month."

After warning Tang Yuehua, the two Haotian Sect disciples arrogantly kicked open the main door and swaggered away.

Tang Yuehua silently walked over, locked the main door, returned to her room, and lay weakly on the bed.

As a sorrowful sob escaped her, tears streamed from Tang Yuehua's eyes, soaking the light blue bedsheet.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect to discover something so extraordinary right away."

Qian Xunfeng had already been informed by the World Will and knew the entire process of Tang Yuehua's experiences in the Haotian Sect.

Then, a good idea about Tang Yuehua's future suddenly came to him.

"Who are you!"

Hearing the sudden voice, Tang Yuehua's heart tightened. She abruptly stood up, vigilantly looking at Qian Xunfeng who had suddenly appeared before her.

"Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunfeng."

After a simple self-introduction, Qian Xunfeng looked at Tang Yuehua before him with interest.

Her eyes were faintly red from crying, and her melancholic aura made Tang Yuehua appear delicate and pitiful. A pair of shapely, beautiful legs were visible through the slit of her cheongsam, appearing soft and supple, while her slender, fair hands, due to her agitation, had no place to rest, making her seem somewhat like a grown-up girl.

"Spirit Hall's Pope? What are you doing here?"

Tang Yuehua watched Qian Xunfeng approach, her heart filled with unease. She was continuously pushed back against the wall until Qian Xunfeng stopped right in front of her, only a fist's distance away.

"Don't be so nervous. Don't you want revenge?"

Qian Xunfeng lifted Tang Yuehua's chin with his hand, leaned close to her ear, and spoke with extreme temptation.

"Revenge?"

Tang Yuehua felt a flicker of temptation but sternly refused.

"That's a matter for our Haotian Sect; Spirit Hall doesn't need to interfere."

After speaking, Tang Yuehua regretted it. She realized that perhaps no one could sanction the Haotian Sect, which had two Titled Douluo, except for Spirit Hall.

"Haha, are you talking about those elders who forget righteousness for profit?"

Qian Xunfeng's expression subtly changed, his heart undisturbed. He calmly said, "It seems you still want to recall what it was like in the Haotian Sect."

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Tang Yuehua felt her vision blur, and the surrounding scenery shifted. She found herself back in the time when she was subjected to endless humiliation in the Haotian Sect.

"You useless thing, isn't it your duty to contribute to the sect?"

Tang Lie's scolding echoed in her ears. Tang Yuehua looked and saw another version of herself standing there, ashen-faced and dazed, her eyes filled with rage, her fists tightly clenched, blood continuously dripping.

The scenes before her constantly shifted, and Tang Yuehua's emotions continuously crumbled. She collapsed onto the ground, muttering repeatedly:

"I'm not useless! I clearly did so much for the Haotian Sect. Why, why?"

"Indeed? Why?"

Qian Xunfeng's figure suddenly appeared, his hands continuously exploring Tang Yuehua's gradually numbing body, his words suggestively questioning her.

"I don't understand, I don't know."

Tang Yuehua had lived a life of luxury since childhood, never experiencing hardship. Suddenly facing such a great calamity, her already fragile heart instantly collapsed.

"Because you are useless."

Qian Xunfeng did not comfort the already broken Tang Yuehua; instead, he continued to strike her down.

"I'm not! I provided several hundred million golden soul coins to the Haotian Sect. I'm not useless!"

The word "useless" that Qian Xunfeng uttered deeply stung Tang Yuehua's fragile heart. Ever since her Martial Soul awakened, she had been extremely sensitive about this matter. To prove she wasn't useless, she traveled all the way to Heaven Dou City and established Moon Pavilion.

"But the golden soul coins you created don't belong to you. You are still useless. You don't have the ability to keep everything you've gained."

Qian Xunfeng lifted Tang Yuehua, one hand caressing her soft, elastic face, while the other continuously explored the universe.

"I am useless."

Tang Yuehua, battered by successive blows, had the light in her eyes gradually dim. She lay weakly in Qian Xunfeng's arms, as if all her strength had left her.

She truly didn't have the ability to keep everything. Now, she couldn't even protect Moon Pavilion, which she had founded herself. Was she truly useless?

"Tsk tsk tsk, don't you want revenge? Are you really going to be useless for the rest of your life?"

Seeing that the time was right, Qian Xunfeng waved his hand, and the surrounding illusion shattered. The two returned to Tang Yuehua's bedroom.

Tang Yuehua was thrown onto the blue-themed bed by Qian Xunfeng.

Upon hearing Qian Xunfeng's words, Tang Yuehua looked at him with pleading eyes, her voice somewhat weak as she said, "Please, Your Holiness the Pope, teach me."

"Hehe, everything has a price."

Qian Xunfeng suggestively placed his hand on Tang Yuehua's beautiful hair.

"I am willing. Please, Your Holiness the Pope, help me."

After speaking, Tang Yuehua knelt on the bed, a glimmer of expectation in her eyes. She wanted revenge.

At this moment, Tang Yuehua was almost insane with the desire for revenge. She was determined to repay the humiliation the Haotian Sect had inflicted upon her, twofold.

Looking at Tang Yuehua kneeling before him, Qian Xunfeng felt a strange sense of déjà vu. Why did it feel so familiar?

But without thinking further, Qian Xunfeng lifted Tang Yuehua's chin, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He was someone who cherished food, often eating every last grain of rice in his bowl.

Looking at the beautiful Tang Yuehua before him, her face was already flushed beyond recognition. The fruit was ripe; now was the time for harvest.

It was unknown how much time had passed. Tang Yuehua's body in the room was too weak, even with Qian Xunfeng continuously treating her with divine power to further enhance her strength.

As Tang Yuehua's voice just fell, Qian Xunfeng stated with certainty, "Don't ask, the answer is definitely yes."

The night flew by, until noon.

"I actually increased one level of Soul Power!"

Tang Yuehua was pleasantly surprised to find that after consuming it, her Soul Power successfully broke through, her injuries healed, and her Soul Power reached level ten. As long as she absorbed a Soul Ring, she would be a true Soul Master.

"I told you, would I lie to you?"

After Qian Xunfeng and Tang Yuehua cleaned themselves and put on their clothes, he rolled his eyes at Tang Yuehua.

He had secretly given Tang Yuehua a Rank Three Godhead when she consumed it; how could she not improve? Tang Yuehua now possessed the potential to become a god.

Moreover, the future plot where Tang Yuehua, Tang Hao, and Tang Xiao jointly attack Ancestor Tang Chen, followed by the chaotic massacre among the three siblings, would be truly wonderful!