First Attempt at Meditation Practice

Time quietly slipped by as Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan chatted.

Until the setting sun sank below the horizon.

Azure Luan returned to the main hall, and only then did the conversation between Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan gradually fade away.

"Wanwan, I've already had the servants prepare your room in the Worship Hall. It's right next to the Young Master's bedroom. You can take a look later. If anything is missing, just have the servants purchase it."

Azure Luan sat down in his own seat and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Alright, Grandfather Azure Luan."

After obediently agreeing, Bai Wanwan continued chatting with Qian Renxue, who sat in the seat of honor.

Seeing this, Azure Luan did not interrupt them. He merely sipped his tea in silence.

The sky gradually darkened.

Night fell.

Qian Renxue checked the time, rose from her seat, walked over to Bai Wanwan, and naturally extended a hand.

"Wanwan, your room is next to mine. It's getting late, and we're heading the same way anyway, so I'll take you to see the room prepared for you."

Hearing this, Bai Wanwan extended her hand as well and placed it in Qian Renxue's.

"Then I'll trouble you, Sister."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Wanwan rose from her seat.

After saying goodbye to Azure Luan, the two walked straight out of the hall and headed in one direction.

Watching them hold hands, Azure Luan could not help but fall into thought. But after considering it briefly, he felt that this was perfectly normal.

They were about the same age, and both were children.

As long as children had a topic they could talk about, their friendship could grow quickly.

Meanwhile.

Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan walked along a bluestone path.

Before long, they arrived at the door to the room. Qian Renxue pushed it open, and after entering and lighting the lamps, the two began inspecting the surroundings.

The room was simply furnished. It contained only a large bed, two wardrobes, a bookshelf, a desk, a dressing table, a table, and several chairs.

However, it was spotlessly clean, and even that description did not do it justice. The bedding was brand-new, and there was not even a single wrinkle in the neatly made bed.

"What do you think?"

"If there's anything missing, just tell the servants."

Qian Renxue looked at Bai Wanwan questioningly.

"It feels quite nice. It doesn't seem to be missing anything."

"Simple is good too."

After looking over the entire room, Bai Wanwan nodded in satisfaction.

"Then that's settled. Get some rest early. Tomorrow, you'll be following the Second Worship to the Soul Beast Forest."

Qian Renxue waved to Bai Wanwan, then left the room and headed next door.

After Qian Renxue left, Bai Wanwan stretched her waist and slowly walked to the bed. Sitting cross-legged upon it, she closed her eyes and began her first attempt at Meditation Practice.

Although she had yet to obtain a Spirit Ring, she could still feel her Soul Power gradually increasing during Meditation Practice. However, that increase would only become apparent after she acquired a Spirit Ring.

Papal Hall.

Inside a study filled with Books.

Bibi Dong held a pen in her hand, her gaze fixed quietly in the direction of the Worship Hall as though she were contemplating something.

A trace of hesitation flashed through her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolve and hatred. With a soft exhale, Bibi Dong wrote eight large characters on the paper before her: Plot Tiandou, Soul Hunting Operation.

After looking at the eight characters on the paper and glancing once more toward the Worship Hall, Bibi Dong continued writing.

The study was brightly lit.

Yet it was terrifyingly quiet. Only the sound of the pen scratching across paper echoed continuously through the room.

The night passed quickly.

The eastern sky gradually began to brighten.

Looking at the unfinished plan, Bibi Dong set down her pen, picked up the paper, placed it into her Storage Soul Tool, then rose and left the study for her room.

Meanwhile.

Inside an antique room.

Strands of sunlight fell across the bed. Bai Wanwan, who had remained in Meditation Practice all night, had her eyelashes tremble slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.

"Phew..."

After softly exhaling, Bai Wanwan assessed her condition and came to a conclusion: Meditation Practice could not replace sleep. It could greatly ease physical fatigue, but mental exhaustion still remained.

Raising her eyes to check the time, Bai Wanwan discovered that it was only around four in the morning. She leaned back, intending to take a short nap and ease her mental exhaustion.

Around eight in the morning.

Bai Wanwan slowly woke up, got out of bed, washed up briefly, and stepped out of her room.

The moment she emerged, she saw the door to the neighboring room open as well, and Qian Renxue walked out.

"Good morning, Sister."

Bai Wanwan raised a hand in greeting.

"Morning."

Qian Renxue slowly approached Bai Wanwan. "Wanwan, let's have breakfast first."

"After breakfast, we should be heading with the Second Worship to the Soul Beast Forest near Spirit City."

As Qian Renxue spoke, she began walking ahead.

Bai Wanwan answered and followed Qian Renxue's footsteps.

Before long, they arrived before a scenic pavilion. Yet before they entered, Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan saw the Second Worship seated at the dining table inside, looking at them kindly.

Entering the pavilion, the two sat at the table. After sweeping her gaze across the lavish breakfast, Qian Renxue was the first to pick up her bowl and chopsticks and begin eating.

"The carriage has already been prepared. Once you finish breakfast, we can set out for the Soul Beast Forest."

Golden Crocodile lifted a bowl of porridge and drank from it.

"Alright, Second Worship."

Bai Wanwan obediently nodded to Golden Crocodile.

Before long, breakfast was finished.

Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan followed Golden Crocodile toward the Papal Hall.

The Papal Hall was still somewhat deserted. Only Azure Luan and several Deacons were handling official affairs.

They arrived at the entrance of the Papal Hall.

A carriage bearing the emblem of Spirit Hall stood parked outside.

The horse before the carriage was exceptionally majestic. It was not an ordinary horse, but a Scale Horse, a type of Spirit Beast.

Upon entering the carriage, they found its interior lined with soft cushions, making it extremely comfortable to sit in.

After Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan had settled inside, Golden Crocodile took his seat at the front of the carriage and drove it toward the end of the street.

Inside the carriage.

Bai Wanwan looked through the window at the scenery along the street and silently sighed to herself.

To have a level ninety-eight Peak Douluo drive the carriage—this kind of treatment truly isn't something just anyone can enjoy.