Apprenticeship

What kind of eyes were those? Bibi Dong could not describe them. She only felt herself being suppressed by an overwhelming aura.

She clenched her fists until they turned white, her knuckles cracking.

Suddenly.

She was back in the Pope's Palace. To her, it felt as though she had just experienced endless ages.

Her robes were drenched in sweat, clinging tightly to her body and making her extremely uncomfortable.

Ye Xiaobao had already lost consciousness and lay on the floor.

As for the Purple Robe Bishop, he had been frightened senseless. His mouth hung open as he sat on the ground, unable to move for a long time.

Innate Soul Power of level twenty-five!

Most terrifying of all was that Martial Soul. It was absolutely a terrifying existence beyond even a God-tier Martial Soul.

Twin Martial Souls? No!

Could he be the existence above a God King mentioned in the divine oracle?

Bibi Dong could no longer make up her mind. If this child grew up, he would undoubtedly become an existence beyond her imagination.

But killing him would be such a waste.

Should she eliminate him, or...

"Your Holiness the Pope, this, this is?"

The Purple Robe Bishop interrupted Bibi Dong's thoughts at the most inappropriate moment.

His legs trembled, and he could barely stand.

At that moment, one Soul Ring after another slowly rose beneath Bibi Dong's feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

The nine Soul Rings radiated astonishing pressure.

Feeling her Soul Power again gave her a sense of security.

Bibi Dong raised a hand and pointed at the Purple Robe Bishop. A terrifying beam of purple Soul Power shot toward him.

"Your Holiness, no..."

The Purple Robe Bishop's face was filled with terror, but before he could finish speaking, he was struck.

His entire body instantly melted away, leaving behind only a wisp of purple mist that slowly vanished into the air.

Bibi Dong did not care in the slightest that she had just killed someone, because she had already made up her mind.

"Ugh, that hurts. Why does this feel so familiar? Don't tell me I transmigrated again."

"It smells so good. What is that scent?"

Ye Xiaobao slowly opened his eyes. A huge canopy filled his vision. Was he on a bed?

He looked down again. Mm, still very small. He had not transmigrated.

"You're awake?"

At the sound of that voice, Ye Xiaobao immediately sat up.

The room shimmered under the sunlight, while Bibi Dong sat on a stool nearby, smiling at him.

Was this Bibi Dong's room? Why was he here?

Damn, why was she wearing so little!

"What is it? Are you hurt? Why is your nose bleeding?"

Seeing the trace of bright red beneath his tiny nose, Bibi Dong's expression changed as she asked with concern.

How could she know that inside this six-year-old child's body was an adult soul?

And having just finished bathing, she wore only a thin gauze nightgown for comfort.

Ye Xiaobao's face flushed red as he hurriedly wiped his nose with his sleeve.

That should not be happening.

He had seen countless masterpieces from all the great teachers. How could he lose control like this?

"N-No, I'm fine."

How embarrassing. If he were not in a six-year-old's body, Bibi Dong would probably have turned him to ash.

Still worried, Bibi Dong walked up to Ye Xiaobao and probed him with her Soul Power.

"Mm, you're indeed fine. Perhaps you simply consumed too much Soul Power earlier."

That figure, that body... Sister, can you stay a little farther away...?

Ye Xiaobao's nose started bleeding again without any dignity.

After a while, Ye Xiaobao finally calmed down.

It had to be because he was too weak and too young. Otherwise, he would not be this pathetic. That had to be it.

"Your Martial Soul isn't that staff, is it?" Bibi Dong smiled as she watched him, her gaze scrutinizing.

So she really knows! Before losing consciousness, he had seen the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Martial Soul appear. There was no way he could hide it.

He could only nod helplessly.

"Yes. That staff is a weapon that comes with my Martial Soul."

Bibi Dong looked as though she had expected it.

She had already sent people to investigate this little fellow thoroughly.

His parents were both ordinary people, and the Angel God had descended not long after his Martial Soul awakened.

That proved he was the "god" mentioned in the divine oracle.

"Then what is your Martial Soul?"

Hearing that, Ye Xiaobao hesitated over whether to tell the truth. But then he thought that if he were discovered lying in the future, things definitely would not end well for him.

He honestly replied, "Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

Bibi Dong's expression stiffened.

Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

As expected of a deity above a God King. Even the heavens could not stand above him.

"Can you summon your Martial Soul again for me to see?" Bibi Dong asked gently.

Ye Xiaobao scratched his head and said sheepishly, "I can't summon it. I don't have enough Soul Power. It appeared on its own earlier."

Bibi Dong nodded, looking as though she had expected that.

"I didn't expect even your Innate Soul Power of level twenty-five would be insufficient to use it."

"How much? Level twenty-five?"

Ye Xiaobao was shocked as well. He knew his Innate Soul Power might be high, but he had not expected it to be this high.

He had become a Soul Master right from the start.

Bibi Dong confirmed, "That's right. But until you are strong enough, you must not use your Martial Soul in front of outsiders. Otherwise, even I won't be able to protect you."

Ye Xiaobao remembered that even the Angel Martial Soul, a God-tier Martial Soul, only awakened with Innate Soul Power at level twenty.

If others found out about this, would they not butcher him?

But thinking about it, Innate Soul Power at level twenty-five was nothing much. Monkey Bro was stronger than a birdman. That was perfectly normal.

"Give that staff a name."

"Golden Cudgel!"

"Good. No matter who asks, your Martial Soul will be the Golden Cudgel from now on."

Then Bibi Dong stared intently at Ye Xiaobao and asked solemnly. Faint purple light appeared in her eyes.

"Ye Xiaobao, are you willing to take me as your master? In the future, help me take control of Spirit Hall and establish the Martial Soul Empire!"

Ye Xiaobao naturally understood Bibi Dong's intentions.

But why would she tell him about them?

Though countless thoughts raced through his mind, his mouth was very honest as he immediately replied, "Teacher, I am willing!"

His voice was resolute.

His gaze was even more resolute, as though he were about to join the Party.

At that moment, he had already made up his mind.

He would cling tightly to this thigh and never let go. In life, he would belong to Spirit Hall. In death... forget it.

Zhu Zhuqing, sorry. Though you are excellent and I like you very much, we are not suited for each other.

Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction.

Ye Xiaobao did not know that if he had said he was unwilling just now, he would have become like that bishop—turned into smoke and scattered through the air...

"I will choose a day to announce this matter."

Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction, then pointed again. A stream of purple Soul Power entered Ye Xiaobao's body.

"Remember the circulation route of this Soul Power. Meditate according to it, and you can cultivate and restore your Soul Power."

Ye Xiaobao felt a warm force enter his body, guiding the circulation of his Soul Power.

He immediately crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.

"It's actually deep meditation!"