Chapter 85: Entering the Clear Sky Sect, The Show Is About to Begin
A massive mountain range stood tall, reaching a thousand meters. Mist swirled around its peaks, and it was dotted with rivers, valleys, forests, and diverse scenery. Looking up from the base, one could see two stone hillocks carved entirely from rock, each bearing a statue of a man wielding a giant hammer.
Between the two hills lay an endless stone staircase. At its base was a massive gate, and above it hung a plaque inscribed with three bold characters: Clear Sky Sect (昊天宗).
The sect's territory was as vast as Spirit City's, though most of it remained undeveloped forest. As one of the famed Upper Three Sects and the continent's strongest, personally chosen by Tang Chen, the sect's architecture was nothing short of majestic.
Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's twin dragon statues and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's crystal towers paled in comparison to this grandeur.
Five hundred meters from the gate, Qian Xunji saw Tang Yuehua off. With hands clasped behind his back, he gazed up at the entrance. He had heard from Qian Daoliu that the Clear Sky Great Hall rivaled the Pope's Hall in opulence—though he'd never seen it himself.
"Dad, aren't we going in for a tour?" Qian Renxue asked.
Thanks to Qian Xunji's realistic explanations—especially about the Tang family's hypocrisy, their rampant soul beast slaughter, and their cowardly silence after calling Qian Daoliu a coward—Qian Renxue now viewed the Tang bloodline as inherently evil. In her mind, they were selfish, spineless, vicious animals wearing human skins—no better than the Wolf Raiders.
In her heart, she was determined: if there was ever a chance, she would personally deliver the Tang Clan's annihilation package.
No wonder she despised Tang Yuehua so deeply. After two weeks together, she still hadn't spoken a single word to her without disdain.
Find a chance to wipe them out—or torment them slowly until they broke.
With her father's brilliant victory over Tang Hao as proof, the Clear Sky Sect was nothing. With their patriarch missing and Tang Zhen dead, even six Spirit Hall visitors would cause them to bend over backwards, afraid to offend them in the slightest.
Qian Xunji patted Qian Renxue's head. "Not this time. Maybe next time. This time, I came to watch a show."
"A show?" Everyone was puzzled. What could there be to see in the Clear Sky Sect?
"Third Uncle, I'll trouble you to escort Ah Yin and Xue'er back."
Spatial ripples formed, and a handsome man with short blue hair appeared—looking around thirty, but in truth over ninety. He wore golden armor and a blue cloak. This was Azure Luan Douluo.
His cultivation had reached the peak of level 96, thanks largely to training near the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. The area's immense energy accelerated his progress tremendously.
Naturally, such a place was too valuable to leave unguarded. Spirit Hall's elders took turns stationed there, only leaving to meditate under the Angel statue once their breakthroughs were near.
Though powerful, the wild energy at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well wasn't suitable for prolonged stays. Prolonged exposure to extreme cold and heat could be harmful.
Qian Xunji had asked Ghost Douluo to summon Azure Luan Douluo before coming to the Clear Sky Sect.
"I understand, Your Holiness. Be careful."
Azure Luan knew Qian Xunji's intellect was unmatched. Whatever he planned to do here wouldn't be simple.
With Ah Yin and Qian Renxue in tow, he took off toward Spirit Hall.
Once they were gone, Qian Xunji smiled mysteriously. "Come, Chrysanthemum, Ghost. Let's enjoy a show of family love."
Within the fortress-like Clear Sky Keep, Tang Xiao was busy managing the sect's affairs.
This wasn't the secluded sect of old. With thousands of disciples and numerous attached families, Tang Xiao had to manage endless responsibilities—fighting for power with the six elders, securing resources, and maintaining influence. His cultivation had slowed drastically.
That's also why Qian Xunji refused to take the Pope's duties seriously. Sitting alone at a desk, processing documents all day? His brain would burn out.
"Big Brother!"
A sweet, familiar voice rang out as Tang Yuehua ran into the hall.
Tang Xiao, seeing her, was so overjoyed he didn't even notice her restored appearance. "Yuehua! Where have you been? We had no word from you for days—you have no idea how worried I've been!"
"I'm sorry, Big Brother. I made you worry."
"As long as you're back. That's all that matters. Your face—?"
Her scar had been previously thought impossible to heal, even for the Nine Heart Begonia Clan.
"Big Brother!" she sobbed, throwing herself into his arms. Through tears, she recounted everything—Qian Xunji's oppression, the terror of the Wolf Raiders—all of it (minus the part where she wet herself).
She blamed everything on Qian Xunji. If he hadn't taken her on that detour, she would've never ended up in such a situation. So all the suffering—was his fault.
Just like the elders blamed everything on Tang Hao, she blamed everything on Qian Xunji.
Tang Xiao patted her head and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Yuehua. I've already sent people to search for Grandfather. When he returns, he'll bring justice to Spirit Hall—for you, for Hao, and for our father."
"Your Holiness, you really saved an ungrateful snake," Chrysanthemum Douluo fumed in the air outside the fortress. "You healed her scar and all she had to do was play a bit of music. This is what she calls oppression? She didn't even pay for food!"
Qian Xunji yawned. "Relax, Elder Chrysanthemum. We're here to enjoy a show. You need the right mindset."
"Look—act one's about to begin."
He looked down as he strode toward the Clear Sky Sect's six elders. Their strongest—Second Elder—was level 88. The rest were all above level 85. Given twenty years of diligent training, two or three might actually reach Title Douluo.
But this wasn't a secluded sect anymore. With thousands to feed and politics to navigate, resources were thin. Twenty years from now, maybe only two or three would make it.
If Ah Yin's child was truly Tang San, then twenty years from now… he might just wipe them all out.
Just as Qian Xunji predicted, once Tang Yuehua's restored beauty became known, the six elders arrived swiftly. Moon Pavilion earned tens of millions of gold soul coins annually. As her uncles, how could they not want a cut?
They all had descendants to support, estates to manage, and egos to feed. Why not get a piece of the pie?
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