Plotting Against Sword Douluo

Ever since the High Priest had her bring those two Space Soul Tools over, she had already begun to suspect something. Combined with Tian Hao's practiced technique, how could she not guess that this Secret Method had been created by the young man?

She then recalled the Instinct Stimulation Cultivation Method her teacher had suddenly passed on to her several years ago. At the time, she had wondered why her teacher had only given it to her then. If he had possessed it earlier, he should have taught it to her when she was a child.

Thus, there was only one possibility: her teacher had only just obtained it back then.

She had also investigated Tian Hao's family before. They had moved to Spirit City several years ago, which coincided perfectly with the time her teacher had passed on the Instinct Stimulation Cultivation Method. Everything was easy to figure out now.

Compared to this person's talent, even Xiao Gang seemed to be slightly inferior.

"You should be glad you didn't leak the Instinct Stimulation Cultivation Method to Yu Xiaogang back then. Otherwise, the grass on his grave would already be a meter tall, and you would have received an extremely severe punishment as well. Be more careful in the future."

Tian Hao answered a different question and gave her a reminder.

Bibi Dong fell silent and rose to walk toward the door. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly stopped.

"Thank you for speaking up for me to my teacher, but I'll only acknowledge Xiao Gang in this life. Don't get any improper ideas. We're not suitable for each other."

With that, she quickly left the room.

"What exactly did the Pope say to her?"

Rubbing his forehead in bewilderment, Tian Hao understood that the Pope must have said something to her—or perhaps she had deliberately used this method to divert Bibi Dong's attention and help her move on more quickly from her failed relationship with Yu Xiaogang?

The thoughts of those in power are so difficult to fathom. If I'm not careful, I'll become a pawn.

Just as he was feeling depressed, the girl suddenly returned, her expression extremely unfriendly.

"Just now, it seemed that there was no need to take off all my clothes?"

Bibi Dong glared at the young man in the room, gritting her pearl teeth.

Now that she thought about it, expanding the Dantian Space had not been complicated. She only needed to expose her chest and lower abdomen. There had been absolutely no need to take everything off and let that bastard see her naked body.

The thought made her grind her teeth in fury.

"I never told you to take them off!"

Tian Hao offered a weak defense. He felt terribly wronged. He had not said a thing, yet the young lady had taken off all her clothes on her own. What could he have done?

Reminding her then would only have made things even more awkward, so he could only go along with it.

"I'll remember this!"

Recalling what had happened, Bibi Dong grew even angrier. She glowered at him before striding away in her high heels. She decided to practice with her scythe when she got back to vent her frustration—she would practice with the big one.

Tian Hao rubbed his face gloomily. Wide awake, he went down to the basement and observed the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone in the bottle.

He had asked the Pope about it and learned that this Soul Bone left behind by his teacher, Chen Jianjun, was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. It had come from a Radiant Saint Dragon, which was also the last Radiant Saint Dragon in the world.

Because of that, it possessed a certain immunity to the High Priest's Sacred Light Soul Power. It had not been shattered and turned to dust like the other Soul Bones.

Still, it had not come away unscathed. Its internal Origin had been completely drained, leaving behind only an empty Soul Bone. Furthermore, it had suffered countless internal injuries and was riddled with holes.

It should have been a useless bone. Without Soul Power inside it, it was impossible to use Soul Power to activate it and refine it into one's body.

However, he had another idea. After solidifying the Holy Light Attribute completely through the baptism of Angel Divine Power, he had used the useless blood of Luo Sanpao to coat the fragments of the Soul Bone. Sure enough, he discovered that the Soul Bone slowly absorbed Luo Sanpao's blood.

He then soaked all the broken fragments in Luo Sanpao's blood. By today, only a shallow layer of blood remained in the bottle. In a few more days, it would be completely absorbed. At the same time, the Soul Bone fragments had also gathered together on their own.

Although cracks still covered it, it at least now had fluctuations of Soul Power. With fluctuations of Soul Power came the possibility of refining it.

No matter what, this was still a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. Its material alone was enough to make anyone drool, and judging from its current condition, it was not impossible to repair.

"After attending Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong's wedding, I'll capture Luo Sanpao and refine it into the Soul Bone. That should repair it even further."

Having made up his mind, Tian Hao set his sights on Luo Sanpao. He had to capture it, but first, he needed to find a way to separate it from Yu Xiaogang.

He did not care whether Yu Xiaogang lived or died, but Yu Xiaogang absolutely could not die at his hands.

After calming himself, he went to the other side, where a black-and-red longsword stood in a bottle.

This was his Thousand Refined Tungsten Steel Sword. At the final moment, its spirit had manifested, and it had completed a Blood Offering with the blood from his split palm, merging with his own Qi-Blood.

He had originally intended to reforge the sword, but it had inexplicably resonated with his Cheap Teacher's blood—or more precisely, the Seven Kill Sword Intent within the blood. It slowly absorbed and fused with the Seven Kill Sword Intent, undergoing an unknown transformation.

Because he did not know whether the result would be good or bad, he had not interrupted the change. He had stored it in that bottle, and then the thing had gathered itself together just like the Soul Bone. It had also taken on a layer of blood-red coloring, which contrasted with its original pitch-black blade and formed a black-and-red hue.

"What is this supposed to be? Demon Blade Thousand Blades? Or Heavenly Reverse Scale?"

Rubbing his chin, Tian Hao could not tell where the sword was headed. Judging from its current state, however, it should not be a bad thing.

The sword had not been completely repaired, and the cracks on it remained. However, it now radiated a trace of Sword Intent—the very Seven Kill Sword Intent.

Swords possessing Sword Intent appeared frequently in novels from his previous life, but they had never existed in this Douluo world. Even the Seven Kill Sword was a Martial Soul, not a physical treasured sword.

"I hope you can bring me a surprise. I wonder whether Senior Brother Chen Xin received the urn I sent him. Hopefully, I can use it to win that Senior Brother over. At the very least, he must not become an enemy."

As Tian Hao thought about it, he naturally recalled the urn he had sent to Chen Xin some time ago in the name of Spirit Hall. Perhaps Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo had disappeared because they feared Spirit Hall's retaliation, or perhaps it was because they had suffered severe injuries. The two of them had seemed to vanish, only reappearing in the Soul Master World recently.

At that time, he had taken the opportunity to have someone deliver his teacher's urn to them. After all, keeping that thing by his side was somewhat inauspicious, and he also wanted to see whether he could win that Senior Brother over.

It had to be known that Sword Douluo Chen Xin's talent was no worse than his father's. Given enough time and opportunity, he could at the very least reach his father's level in the future and become a Level 98 Super Douluo.

With a little more effort, it was not impossible for him to become an existence like Qian Daoliu. Thus, Chen Xin was extremely worth winning over, with an exceptionally high cost-to-benefit ratio.

Moreover, he needed a great master of the Sword Path to serve as his teacher and guide his cultivation. Since that Cheap Teacher had passed away, Sword Douluo was undoubtedly the foremost expert of the Sword Path on Douluo Continent. He was the best Sword Path teacher Tian Hao could ask for.

Not to mention that his own Martial Soul's Sea of Spirit had swallowed his Cheap Teacher's Seven Kill Sword. If he wanted to use it properly, he would still need to seek advice from Sword Douluo. If he could even obtain some of the War Soul Hall's inherited Secret Arts, that would be even better.

While Tian Hao was thinking about this, Chen Xin, thousands of miles away, had already received the urn delivered by the local Spirit Hall Sub-Hall.

Chen Jianjun: I somewhat regret taking in this Wicked Disciple. I hope Xin'er won't be cheated too badly.