Douluo: I Became Qian Xunji, The Secret Chamber Douluo!

At the very back of Wuhun City stood a towering mountain, exuding a majestic and ancient aura steeped in history. 

This mountain was called Pope's Mountain, and at its peak sat a magnificent and luxurious palace. The warm sunlight bathed its structure, complementing the grandeur of the Pope's Palace, making it appear both breathtakingly beautiful and imposing—like a paradise on earth. 

The Pope's Palace, as its name suggested, was the residence of the Pope. The title of "Pope" was a sacred one, revered by all soul masters across the continent. 

Inside a secluded chamber within the palace, a man lay motionless on the ground, his long golden hair shimmering even in death. Dressed in an elegant platinum robe, his appearance was noble and dignified. 

This man was Qian Xunji, the only son of Qian Daoliu, the current Grand Priest. At this moment, he had already drawn his last breath—he had died from sheer anger. 

Qian Xunji was only in his early thirties and had just broken through to the Soul Douluo level. Overjoyed, he had immediately gone to share the good news with Qian Daoliu. 

A Soul Douluo in their early thirties was an extraordinary talent, a rarity across the entire continent. 

Qian Xunji himself had thought so too. He believed he was on the path to greater heights, destined to reach his father's level, perhaps even fulfilling the Qian Clan's long-cherished dream of inheriting the Angel God's divinity. 

Yet, Qian Daoliu's first words to him were like a bucket of cold water poured over his enthusiasm. 

"After obtaining your next spirit ring, you will assume the position of Pope." 

Hearing this, Qian Xunji was dumbfounded. "Father, becoming the Pope means handling endless administrative duties every day! That would greatly cut into my cultivation time! I still need to train hard to fulfill our clan's dream!"

Qian Daoliu turned away, seemingly reluctant to let his son see his expression. "Forget about inheriting the Angel God's divinity. Just focus on maintaining the foundation of our Wuhun Hall and continuing our bloodline."

"Why, Father? Can you at least tell me why?" Qian Xunji asked anxiously. He couldn't understand—wasn't a Soul Douluo in their early thirties talented enough? 

Qian Daoliu responded calmly, "Our clan is blessed by the Angel God. We are born with ten ranks of innate soul power above ordinary people. Because of this, our cultivation speed is far superior to outsiders. Do you know who is currently the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent?" 

Qian Xunji nodded. "Yes, Father. It's your old rival, Tang Chen, who broke through at the age of 46." 

"Then do you know how old I was when I became a Titled Douluo?" 

Qian Xunji shook his head. Qian Daoliu had fathered him in his seventies when he was already an Ultimate Douluo. There were no recorded ages for when the ancestors of the Qian Clan reached Title Douluo. 

"I broke through at an age two years older than when you reached Soul Douluo." 

Hearing this, Qian Xunji's pupils shrank. And Qian Daoliu's next words hit him like a thunderclap. 

"And even that wasn't considered outstanding in our clan's history."

"Do you understand now, Xunji? The youngest Titled Douluo on the continent might be a supreme honor to outsiders, but in our clan, it's nothing. The reason our ancestral records do not keep track of the age of breakthroughs is because we do not care about competing with ordinary mortals. We are the family of gods."

Though his tone remained calm, the arrogance and zeal in Qian Daoliu's eyes were undeniable. 

"And you, reaching Soul Douluo at your age, are the worst in our family's history." 

The worst. The worst. The worst.

These three words echoed in Qian Xunji's mind, piercing into his very soul like needles. 

"So don't even think about inheriting the Angel God's divinity. Leave that to the future generations. As for your cultivation, there's no need to worry. With the Angel God's blessing, even if your talent is the worst in our clan's history, as long as your martial soul is the Six-Winged Angel, you can still take the Angel God's divine test. Once you complete it, you'll reach my level of power."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand dismissively. "Compose yourself and go obtain your next spirit ring."

Qian Xunji nodded, but his face was blank as he returned to his private training chamber. 

Sitting there, reflecting on Qian Daoliu's words—that he was the worst descendant in their family's history—he grew more and more frustrated, more and more ashamed. His emotions spiraled, and suddenly, his internal soul power destabilized. He coughed up blood—and just like that, he died of anger. 

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A moment later, Qian Xunji's eyes snapped open. 

But this time, his deep blue eyes no longer carried the arrogance and confidence they once did. Instead, they were filled with confusion as he scanned his surroundings. 

"Where is this? How did I get here?"

The next second, a sharp pain assaulted his brain as memories flooded in. 

Douluo Continent. The Pope's Palace. Qian Xunji. 

After sorting through the information, Qian Xunji's expression darkened. 

Of all people to reincarnate into, why did it have to be this guy?

He knew very well what lay ahead for Qian Xunji: stealing Bibi Dong's purity, having his first time taken as well, and fathering a daughter— Qian Renxue, the first person in a thousand years born with innate full soul power of Rank 20.

At the time, Wuhun Hall had been at its peak, boasting seven worship elders and over a dozen elder hall members. Theoretically, they could have flattened the entire continent with ease. Yet, what happened afterward was beyond words. 

After ten days of adjusting to his new body, Qian Xunji stepped out of his secluded chamber, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight. 

Scanning the golden, dreamlike architecture of the Pope's Palace with his spiritual power, he let out a soft sigh. 

"Let's take this one step at a time."

But in truth, he wasn't sure what stage of the timeline he was in. However, he was confident in ensuring Wuhun Hall's survival. Even if events played out as in the original story, he would snuff out any threats before they could escalate. 

After all, he was the brain of Wuhun Hall. 

With Wuhun Hall's current overwhelming strength, even if Tang Chen went all out, Qian Daoliu could stall him, while the other Titled Douluos unleashed their ninth spirit skills from afar. Considering the defensive capabilities of Douluo-era soul masters, how many breaths could Tang Chen last? 

"Young Master." A red-robed bishop approached and bowed respectfully. "The Pope has summoned you immediately after your seclusion."

"Understood."

Qian Xunji turned toward Wuhun City—but before that, he made a quick stop at the Wuhun Hall's archive library.