Chapter 154: Tang Chen Questions Qian Daoliu
Spirit City, Hall of Worship.
Inside the great hall, several Worship Elders sat cross-legged, each immersed in meditation.
Suddenly, Golden Crocodile Douluo snapped his eyes open.
He stood up abruptly, his gaze like lightning, staring straight at Qian Daoliu, who was kneeling before the Angel God statue.
Almost at the same instant, Qian Daoliu also opened his eyes and stood up.
"Big Brother, Tang Chen is here," Golden Crocodile Douluo said in a deep voice.
Both of them were now level 99 super Douluo, and their Spiritual Power perception had long since covered a vast area.
Once Golden Crocodile said this, the other Worship Elders were startled out of their meditation, standing up and looking over, their expressions varied.
"Tang Chen?" Demon-Subduing Douluo raised an eyebrow. "Why did he suddenly come at this time?
Could it be... because of Tang Hao's matter, coming to seek revenge on Xiao Mo?
But... that shouldn't be right; it's been several years, and they haven't discovered it all this time.
And Xiao Mo only told us about this matter not long ago; how did the Clear Sky Sect find out so quickly?"
The few looked at each other; it couldn't be that they were the ones who leaked the secret, could it?
"It shouldn't be," Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly. "Although Tang Chen is not without impulse in his actions, he is not a reckless man devoid of reason.
In our last spar, he was defeated by my hand. If he really came to seek revenge this time, he should know that attacking Spirit Hall alone would definitely not end well for him."
"Big Brother, why not... join forces with me and keep him here!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo was full of Battle Intent, his Soul Power surging around him.
He had newly advanced to a super Douluo and had condensed a spirit core; he was yearning for a suitable opponent to verify his own strength.
And Tang Chen was undoubtedly the best candidate.
Qian Daoliu shook his head and said, "Second Brother, calm down.
If Tang Chen is determined to leave, we cannot keep him.
Moreover, Spirit Hall's plan to unify the continent has only just begun to be implemented; breaking ties completely with the Clear Sky Sect at this time is not a wise move.
Before clarifying Tang Chen's true intentions, it is not advisable to act rashly.
Let me go meet him first and see."
"Alright," Golden Crocodile Douluo suppressed the Battle Intent in his heart and replied in a deep voice.
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.
The next moment, his figure disappeared from the Hall of Worship.
A moment later.
Above Spirit City, in the clouds at a great height.
The Wind was as biting as a knife, howling and rushing in from all directions.
Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression composed.
His long robe was spotless, his long golden hair fluttered in the fierce wind, and his deep eyes gazed into the distance.
Suddenly, a black stream of light in the distant sky tore through the firmament, reaching them in the blink of an eye, stopping in the air dozens of zhang away from Qian Daoliu.
The two faced each other from afar, their invisible Aura already colliding silently in the air.
"Tang Chen, it has been many years," Qian Daoliu spoke first. "What is the reason for your sudden visit today?"
Tang Chen said in a deep voice, "Qian Daoliu, let that kid Su Mo come out; I have some things to ask him."
Qian Daoliu's heart stirred.
Did the information really leak?
But only the Pope and a few Worship Elders knew about this matter; how could they have leaked it?
But there was no time for him to overthink it at this moment.
He suppressed the doubts in his heart and shook his head, "Xiao Mo is not in Spirit City."
"Not here?" A cold light flashed in Tang Chen's eyes. "Qian Daoliu, are you trying to deceive me?"
Qian Daoliu's expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently, "He happened to go out yesterday and won't be back for a short time; believe it or not, it's up to you."
Tang Chen stared fixedly at Qian Daoliu.
But Qian Daoliu's expression remained as calm as water, without a trace of lying.
Tang Chen snorted coldly and changed the subject, "Then let me ask you, about five years ago, did he ever go to Slaughter City?"
Once this sentence was spoken, the atmosphere suddenly froze.
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu understood immediately.
It was indeed about Tang Hao.
"He went," Qian Daoliu admitted frankly.
In any case, the current Spirit Hall and Su Mo had no need to fear Tang Chen.
Furthermore, since Tang Chen had already asked about this, he already had the answer in his heart.
Even if he denied it, Tang Chen would not let it go; after all, once the seed of doubt was planted, it would take root and sprout, making it difficult to remove.
"What? He really went? Then is Hao'er's death truly his doing?" Tang Chen suppressed his anger and questioned sharply.
Qian Daoliu's expression did not change, and he said calmly, "Tang Chen, I have also heard about your grandson Tang Hao falling in Slaughter City, and I feel deep regret.
But there are so many Soul Masters in the world, and countless others enter and leave such a dangerous place.
What evidence do you have to conclude that Tang Hao's death is related to our Hall's Saint?"
"Qian Daoliu, don't play dumb with me! Back then at the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena, Su Mo and Hao'er formed a grudge; this is known to the whole world!
If they met in Slaughter City, would Su Mo have let Hao'er go?"
Qian Daoliu's expression remained calm, and he said indifferently:
"Tang Chen, what you are saying is nothing more than your speculation. Just because Su Mo went there, and there was some friction between them, does Tang Hao's death have to be counted on him? That is far too far-fetched."
"You..." Tang Chen's face turned livid.
Qian Daoliu continued, "I know you are heartbroken over your grandson's death.
But you cannot force the blame onto others just because you have doubts in your heart.
If you truly have evidence, you can bring it out. If not, then please return.
And if you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end."
As his voice fell, his gaze also turned cold.
Tang Chen sneered, "Qian Daoliu, you speak lightly! It's not your grandson who died, so of course you can stand here and lecture me!
Do you know, Hao'er was the most outstanding Genius of the Clear Sky Sect in a hundred years, the heir I, Tang Chen, personally cultivated!
Yet he died inexplicably in a place like Slaughter City!!"
Qian Daoliu looked at Tang Chen, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes.
He could certainly understand Tang Chen's feelings.
An older person burying a younger one is inherently the greatest pain in the world, let alone when the one who died was a junior with such outstanding talent like Tang Hao, the hope of the entire Clear Sky Sect.
But understanding is one thing, and stance is another.
"Tang Chen, both of us have lived to this age, so we should understand one principle.
The path of a Soul Master is filled with thorns; life and death are up to fate.
Since Tang Hao chose to enter Slaughter City for training, he should have known about the unpredictable dangers within."
Tang Chen fell silent.
He knew that he would not get any of the answers he wanted here today.
Qian Daoliu's attitude had already explained everything.
Spirit Hall would never admit to having the slightest connection to this matter; regardless of whether Tang Hao was killed by Su Mo or not, Spirit Hall would bite down and not let go.
Continuing to pester them would be meaningless, other than adding to the verbal dispute.
"Very well, Qian Daoliu," Tang Chen's voice was low and cold. "If this matter was truly done by your Spirit Hall, I, Tang Chen, swear to the heavens that even if I have to risk this old life, I will definitely make your Spirit Hall pay for the blood debt."
Qian Daoliu did not respond, just watched him quietly.
The two looked at each other for a moment.
Finally, Tang Chen snorted coldly, turned around, and left.
Qian Daoliu watched the direction Tang Chen left in, shook his head gently, and muttered to himself:
"Tang Chen, oh Tang Chen... although I have always regarded you as a friend, we ultimately have different stances.
The next time we meet, I'm afraid..."
He sighed.
He knew that Tang Chen would not let this rest.
But facing the current Spirit Hall, let alone one Clear Sky Sect, even if the Upper Three Sects were added together, they would not be a match for a single blow.
If they truly insisted on being enemies with Spirit Hall, there would only be one outcome.