"You're not here to be my grandson, so what is it you want to discuss with this old man?"
"Could it be… you're eyeing this medicine valley?"
Dugu Bo waved his hand dismissively.
"If you want to use the medicine valley, go right ahead and take it."
"Honestly, I've already harvested all the immortal herbs I recognize in here!"
"What's left—I don't even know what they are, hahahaha!"
His hearty, straightforward laugh echoed through the entire valley. He knew full well this place held many treasures.
But at the same time—
There were also many deadly, poisonous herbs here.
Even with his unique poison-resistant physique, some of them would still kill him if ingested.
So to Dugu Bo, this valley was merely a temporary shelter.
Whether he kept it or not made little difference to him.
Qian Renfeng chuckled lightly.
"I don't need your whole medicine valley anyway."
"At most, I'll borrow a few herbs. You keep this place and pass it on to your precious granddaughter."
He teased for a moment before getting serious.
"Do you remember what I told you before?"
"I want to build a power of my own."
Each of the three Title Douluo had different reactions.
Poison Douluo Dugu Bo rubbed his chin, seriously contemplating the idea.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan, however, had already suspected something back at Tingyun Tower. He simply muttered:
"I knew it… a genius like you could never stay quiet for long."
"But I didn't expect you to move this quickly."
Only Citu Douluo reacted strongly, his face darkening.
"Second Young Master!"
"You're one of the successors to the Spirit Hall!"
"You have the highest chance of inheriting the position of Pope in the future!"
Qian Renfeng looked at him calmly and asked in return:
"A Pope who can be dismissed at any time by the Elder Hall?"
"Since when did my destiny belong to them?"
Citu Douluo was briefly stunned.
"But even if you inherit the Elder Hall and become its head, you can still prove your worth that way!"
"Surely you're not thinking… of starting your power?"
Qian Renfeng smiled again.
"If my sister always remains Pope, that's one thing."
"But if the Pope becomes someone else… what then? Am I supposed to become someone else's knife?"
Seeing Citu Douluo left speechless, Qian Renfeng continued,
"Honestly, whether I form a force or not, the people I can call upon are still just those few."
"Giving it a name… is only for convenience."
"If one day, I truly become a god—or if my life comes to an end—then I'll disband this so-called force and merge it back into the Spirit Hall."
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan smiled broadly.
"Second Young Master, your thinking is boundless."
"Leaving the Spirit Hall… I think that's a smart choice."
"The Spirit Hall may be vast, but it's also full of factions and divisions."
"You probably wouldn't even be able to give a proper command, would you~?"
His blunt honesty made Qian Renfeng glance sideways at him.
This guy didn't end up where he was because he was dumb—he simply stood on the wrong side.
What he said just now hit right at Qian Renfeng's heart.
The Spirit Hall was massive, a monolithic power capable of rivaling the two great empires.
But that had nothing to do with Qian Renfeng.
Even if Qian Daoliu died…
The old guard, the Title Douluo of the Elder Hall, would never willingly follow Qian Renfeng.
They'd watched him grow up and would always act like elders, pointing fingers at his every move.
Every veteran powerhouse was like this.
Even Yueguan had tried to lecture him when they first met—
Only to be beaten into submission later.
But could the same method work on the entire Elder Hall?
These were his elders.
Qian Renfeng wouldn't and couldn't do something so dishonorable.
The Angel Martial Soul represents justice.
At the very least, he must firmly stand on the side of righteousness.
As for the dirty and sinister things… leave those to the Shura Demon Sword.
"This matter ends here."
"I'll speak to both of you later in more detail."
The more Citu Douluo tried to stop him, the more resolved Qian Renfeng became.
If they listened to him, he was the Spirit Hall's Second Young Master.
If they didn't—he was the inheritor of the Shura God's divine position!
Qian Renfeng patted Yueguan's shoulder and pointed in a specific direction.
"As a Title Douluo with a floral martial soul, don't you feel a certain… kinship over there?"
Yueguan closed his eyes and focused his senses in the direction Qian Renfeng indicated.
Moments later—
He suddenly opened his eyes wide, no longer able to suppress the excitement in his heart.
"The Divine Chrysanthemum that Pierces the Heavens?!"
"This immortal herb exists in the world?!"
Qian Renfeng nodded with a smile.
"I noticed it the last time I came here."
"And at that time, you came to mind."
"If you'd made a wrong move in our little 'game' back then, this herb would've been up for grabs by anyone."
"But, your luck held up—and so did your brains. So it's yours."
Before Qian Renfeng even finished, Chrysanthemum Douluo shot off in that direction without bothering to say thanks.
He didn't possess any hundred-thousand-year soul rings.
Even with all his effort, he'd likely peak at Level 97 in this lifetime.
But with this immortal herb… he could gain a trace of divinity.
Maybe even break through to Level 98—or even 99!
How could he not be overwhelmed?
Qian Renfeng didn't care about the formalities.
That immortal herb was meant for Yueguan from the start.
Only he could bring out its full potential.
But more importantly—
The earlier conversation about starting his force had been a test.
If even Yueguan had objected, Qian Renfeng would've rather fed the herb to dogs than given it to him.
Qian Renfeng didn't need people loyal to the Spirit Hall or some big faction—
He needed people loyal to him.
Now that Yueguan had passed the test…
Qian Renfeng didn't hesitate.
A herb he couldn't use was given away—no big deal.
As for Citu Douluo? Maybe there was a herb here suited to him, too…
But he wouldn't get a single leaf.
Citu Douluo looked at Yueguan, who was glowing with joy, and opened his mouth slightly.
Could that herb be so effective?
If it truly was… could the Second Young Master find one for him too?
He turned to look at Yueguan in the distance.
A radiant golden light enveloped the man—
A sacred aura emanated from his body.
The true form of the Divine Chrysanthemum that Pierces the Heavens!
Once absorbed, Yueguan's cultivation would undergo a qualitative transformation.