Chapter 59 His sword is just a mortal's sword, and he is just a mortal of the Qian family... Broken Dreams Qian Xunji knew that the chicken soup contained poison that could restrict the soul master's soul power, but Qian Xunji still drank up the chicken soup in the bowl without hesitation. Then he climbed out of bed and stood in front of Bibi Dong, waiting for the drug to take effect. After a moment, Qianxunji felt his body begin to feel strange, but there was still no trace of fear on his face. He seemed to have expected such an outcome, and even felt a little relieved. "Bibi Dong, you got what you wished for." Qianxunji's voice was a little weak, but it revealed a calm madness. "I know you hate me, but this is all for the inheritance of the Qian family and for my Xue'er, I have to do this." His eyes became a little blurry, as if he had seen Qian Renxue's future as an angel god! That's right! His daughter Qian Xunji would be the supreme angel god in the future! Xue'er is different from him. The noble god he has been chasing for his whole life has given his Xue'er the Nine Tests of an Angel! This is the recognition from the gods! He Qianxunji is not wrong! Qian Renxue's birth is undoubtedly correct! Her excellence also proves this! Xue'er has absorbed the angel's skull. After his death, Qian Renxue will be able to recover the last two angel's leg bones, which are essential for Qian Renxue to become a god.
Bibi Dong suffers, and I, Qianxunji, bear the blame! As for Xue'er, she deserves all the good things! His daughter, Qianxunji, is so talented! She deserves everything! Talent! This was what he had always dreamed of. Perhaps it was the melancholy of having the determination to die, or perhaps it was because of the revolving lantern, but for some reason Qianxunji suddenly remembered the time when his father taught him how to practice sword. On the spacious and quiet martial arts training ground, the sun poured down, casting a golden glow. Qian Daoliu's handsome and tall figure stood among them, and next to him was the young Qian Xunji. Qian Daoliu held an ancient and sharp sword in his hand, his expression serious and focused. He looked at Qianxunji and said in a deep voice: "The key to sword training is the perfect coordination of mind, eyes and hands." Qianxun nodded quickly, his eyes full of seriousness and desire. Qian Daoliu slowly raised his sword and began to demonstrate. His movements were smooth and graceful, and each move was carried with great momentum and power. The sword flashed brightly under the sunlight, like a flash of lightning. "Watch out, Xunji." "A swordsman's heart is right, then his sword is right; his heart is evil, then his sword is evil." Qian Daoliu flashed and instantly swung his sword, the sword shadow covering his body like a storm. While performing fierce sword moves, he explained: "The agility of a sword lies in following one's heart and following the trend." Qian Daoliu explained the essentials and techniques of the movements while demonstrating, while Qian Xunji stared intently, trying to memorize every detail. Then, Qian Daoliu stopped and handed the sword to Qian Xunji, "You try it." Qianxunji took a deep breath, took the sword, and began to dance according to Qian Daoliu's demonstration. His movements were a little clumsy, but he had a spirit of not giving up.
Qian Daoliu watched carefully from the side, and occasionally corrected Qian Xunji's mistakes. "Be steadier in your movements and pay attention to your steps... Yes, that's it." But as time went by, Qianxunji's swordsmanship still made little progress, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. But he still practiced with full concentration, and Qian Daoliu always taught him patiently. Qianxun had been training for an unknown period of time, and rumors had been circulating in the outside world that he was a genius with innate full soul power, a rare prodigy in the Douluo Continent, and a rising star of the Spirit Hall in the future. But he knew that he was actually the least talented child in the Qian family. The Qian family is known as the spokesperson of the Angel God in Douluo Continent. Every member of the Qian family is born with tenth-level God-given soul power, which is a gift from the Angel God. Everyone has it. His father Qian Daoliu is an unparalleled genius with an innate nineteenth-level soul power. No one knows what this means better than Qianxunji, which means that he is actually a complete waste! A waste without any innate soul power. If it weren't for the gods' mercy, his martial soul would not be a six-winged angel, and he would not have possessed full innate soul power. Therefore, Qian Xunji's worship and admiration for the Angel God is the highest among all the generations of the Qian family! No one is more eager to be recognized by the sacred and noble God than him! But he didn't have such great talent, and he couldn't fulfill his father's expectations of him. Qian Xunji is not smart and his comprehension is not high, so he can only rely on perseverance to hone his sword skills. He couldn't perform the sword technique that Qian Daoliu could perform at will. His sword was just a mortal's sword, and he was just a mortal from the Qian family... Qian Xunji will never forget Qian Daoliu's disappointed look on the day he broke through to the Titled Douluo level. It was a particularly sunny day. After going through hardships, the fifty-year-old Qian Xunji finally succeeded in breaking through to the realm of Titled Douluo. No one knew how much effort and energy he had spent on this. Qian Xunji's heart was filled with irrepressible excitement, and he couldn't wait to tell Qian Daoliu the good news. He wanted Qian Daoliu to be proud of him! He wanted to tell Qian Daoliu that his son was not a useless piece of trash! Qianxun took brisk and eager steps and ran towards where Qian Daoliu was. Along the way, his mind kept emerging with the surprised and proud expression on Qian Daoliu's face when he learned of his breakthrough. Until he arrived at the familiar martial arts training ground, he saw Qian Daoliu sitting there at a glance. Qianxunji's face was filled with a bright and cheerful smile. The fifty-year-old man was now like a child eager to show off his achievements to his elders. He shouted excitedly: "Father, I have successfully broken through! I have now become a Titled Douluo! I am the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent!" However, the joy he expected did not appear on Qian Daoliu's face. Qian Daoliu just looked at him quietly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. The smile on Qianxunji's face froze instantly. He stared at Qian Daoliu blankly, feeling confused. "Father..." He murmured, with a hint of confusion in his voice. Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly and sighed softly, with reluctance in his tone. He didn't want to discourage his son, but Qianxunji was fifty years old now and shouldn't still be living in sweet dreams like a child. "Xun Ji, your talent may be regarded as a genius in the outside world, but in our Qian family, you are the worst." "Do you know when I became a Titled Douluo? At the age of thirty. I became a Titled Douluo when I was thirty." Qian Daoliu said proudly: "The youngest Titled Douluo on the continent? Xun Ji, we are the spokespersons of the gods! Don't just focus on the Douluo Continent! The Qian family has only one goal!"
"God! Only by becoming a god! This is the glory of the Qian family!" (End of this chapter)