NOVEL NEXT Chapter 6: What? Bibi Dong!
"Eighth Soul Skill: Heaven's Might Strike!"
Elder Qianjun's eighth soul ring lit up beneath him. The Panlong Staff in his hands rapidly expanded, transforming into a massive pillar fifteen meters long and half a meter thick. Blue flames erupted from the giant staff as it came crashing down upon the Medusa Emperor.
Boom!
A deafening explosion shook the entire hill. As Elder Qianjun retrieved his Panlong Staff, the Medusa Emperor had already been reduced to a pile of minced flesh. A deep black soul ring rose from its corpse.
"Elder Qianjun, check if that Medusa soul beast dropped a soul bone," Qian Xunji instructed. He recalled that in the original timeline, Dugu Bo possessed a Medusa skull soul bone. If he guessed correctly, it must have been dropped by this very Medusa—a 50,000-year-old soul beast, perfectly suited for a Soul Master's seventh soul ring.
"Yes, Young Master."
Elder Qianjun had little expectation of finding a soul bone—after all, the odds of one dropping were less than one in ten thousand. But to his surprise, the Medusa had indeed dropped one, and it was a rare and precious skull soul bone! His luck was unbelievable.
However, Qian Xunji had no intention of taking it for himself. It was Qianjun Douluo who had slain the beast, and though Qian Xunji was fully capable of claiming it, doing so would be petty and damage the loyalty of the Qian family. That would be an unwise loss.
After reaching the mountaintop, Qian Xunji gazed down and saw a basin-shaped valley. Along its edges, thick mist rose from below—humid, warm, and carrying a faint medicinal aroma.
At the valley's entrance, he took in the full sight of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. The hot spring was not particularly large, but it was divided into two distinct halves. One side was milky white, while the other was a deep crimson, both maintaining a perfect balance without mingling—like two opposing forces in harmony.
Surrounding the spring, through the dense red-and-white mist, countless rare and exotic plants could be seen flourishing.
Fiery Apricot Delicate, Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Yearning Heartbroken Red, Gazing Clarity Dew, Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, Water Immortal Jade Muscles, Eight-Petal Orchid, Rooster Crest Phoenix Sunflower, Exquisite Tulip, Serene Fragrant Immortal Herb, Ten-Thousand-Year Ginseng King, Snow Swan Kiss, Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma…
Qian Xunji took out a small booklet on rare herbs that he had borrowed from Yue Guan before setting out. At this time, Yue Guan was still just a Soul Sage, so obtaining this information from him had been simple.
For the most complete enhancement of one's innate talent, the best choice was always a herb that resonated with one's Martial Soul—one that could strengthen the soul's essence and further improve one's potential.
However, Qian Xunji had already reached the peak of his natural talent. Rather than waste the opportunity on himself, he preferred to save the best herbs for his future children. Instead, he chose Fiery Apricot Delicate and Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, aiming to refine his physical constitution. This way, he could continue to enjoy life without worry, leaving the hard work to the next generation.
His plan was simple—let the future generations handle the battles while he enjoyed a leisurely life.
Using his soul power, he extracted a sharp blade from his spatial soul tool and cut the Fiery Apricot Delicate and Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, then crushed them into a paste and swallowed them whole without even chewing. Immediately after, he jumped into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
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Meanwhile, in Spirit City, inside the Pope's Palace…
Qian Daoliu sat on the Pope's throne, his brows furrowed in frustration as he reviewed a pile of documents.
"Where on earth did that brat, Qian Xunji, run off to? How is it taking him so long just to obtain a soul ring?" He sighed. "I'm already a hundred years old, yet I still can't retire. Every day, I have to waste countless brain cells reviewing these damn documents."
At that moment, a red-robed bishop rushed in, bowing in respect.
"Your Holiness!"
"What is it?" Qian Daoliu asked indifferently.
"Your Holiness, the Spirit Hall branch in Luo Xi City has reported the awakening of a twin martial soul genius—a girl named Bibi Dong. She possesses innate full soul power!"
Hearing this, even the ancient heart of the Limit Douluo trembled slightly. He asked, "What are her martial souls?"
"Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor."
Qian Daoliu's initial excitement faded upon hearing this. Although both were top-tier martial souls, their attributes were too dark and sinister. Originally, he had considered betrothing this girl to Qian Xunji to ensure that his son married a woman with high innate talent—thus securing the continued strength of their Six-Winged Angel bloodline. A weak wife could lead to a decline in their lineage. If their martial soul regressed, it would be a disaster.
However, with these two martial souls being so evil, they were completely incompatible with the divine and holy Six-Winged Angel. Thus, she could not become a wife for his son—but she could still be an excellent disciple and future pillar of the Spirit Hall.
The inheritance of martial souls followed a simple rule: the stronger martial soul always prevailed. In theory, a child should inherit aspects of both parents' martial souls, but in reality, a weaker martial soul would always be consumed by a stronger one. This was the natural order—the weak are devoured by the strong.
Could the Six-Winged Angel possibly "devour" two evil spider-type martial souls? What would happen? Would it be nourishment, or poison?
Three days later, Qian Xunji finally completed his cultivation at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. His soul power had increased once again, reaching Level 84. He had also attained the Ice and Fire Body, greatly enhancing his physical endurance. His meridians felt as though they had been completely reforged.
Having also harvested the entire valley of its precious herbs, he returned to Spirit Hall.
Upon his return, Qian Daoliu scrutinized him closely, noting the tremendous growth in both his strength and vitality.
"What the hell did you do? How did you suddenly advance so many levels?"
"Secret."
Qian Xunji did not bother explaining. It wasn't like there was a reward for telling the truth. In Qian Daoliu's eyes, unless someone could reach godhood, no amount of power was worth being impressed over.
Now that he was about to inherit the Pope's position, Qian Xunji needed to plan his next steps carefully. His first order of business? Get Tang Chen trapped in Slaughter City.
Without neutralizing Tang Chen, dealing with the Clear Sky Clan would be an uphill battle. Even the sharpest mind was useless against a brute force powerhouse like Tang Chen—after all, reason doesn't work on a berserker.
The best strategy? Bo Saixi. If Tang Chen's love-struck fool mode could be triggered, then everything would fall into place.
As for Qian Daoliu? That was a dead end. He simply wasn't destined to become a god. Even if Qian Xunji somehow convinced him to peacefully go to Sea God Island, the result would still be the same—Qian Daoliu's battle instincts would kick in, leading to a fight with Bo Saixi. That fight would inevitably draw in Tang Chen, and then Bo Saixi would fall for Tang Chen.
It didn't matter how many ways he analyzed the scenario—there was no perfect solution. And if he remembered correctly, Bo Saixi had once visited the continent in her youth. She had seen Tang Chen from a distance and fallen for him at first sight, despite him already being married at the time.
Absolutely absurd.
Just then, Qian Daoliu waved a hand dismissively. "Forget it. If you don't want to say, I won't ask. A girl named Bibi Dong with twin martial souls will be arriving at Spirit Hall soon. You'll take her as your disciple. Also, I'm officially passing the Pope's throne to you tomorrow."
Qian Xunji's pupils shrank.
"What? Bibi Dong?!"