Qian Xunji

The Three-Eyed Demonic Fox was not particularly old, only a little over six hundred years. For Yu Xiaogang—a direct descendant son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader, whose First Soul Ring had exceeded three hundred years and who had treated medicinal baths as bathwater year-round—absorbing it would not be too difficult.

One hour later, Yu Xiaogang awoke with an additional Yellow Soul Ring around him. Together with his original Soul Ring, he now had two.

This meant that Yu Xiaogang had officially become a Soul Grandmaster.

Following convention, Uncle Fu asked Yu Xiaogang about his Soul Skill. "Young Master Xiaogang, try out the Soul Skill you just acquired."

"Mm." Yu Xiaogang nodded slightly, also very curious about what Soul Skill he had obtained.

Under Yu Xiaogang's control, the second Soul Ring around his body floated out and settled over Luo Sanpao's chubby body.

Immediately afterward, Yu Xiaogang almost instinctively shouted the Soul Incantation, "Farts like mist, sleep-inducing slumber, Luo Sanpao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Sanpao spun through the air. With a puff, a Puff of Yellow Gas sprayed from its plump rear and spread through the air.

In an instant, the area around Yu Xiaogang and Uncle Fu reeked to high heaven.

"Ah, this..." Yu Xiaogang's expression immediately turned ugly.

Because the Soul Skill had been released by Yu Xiaogang himself, the stench had no hypnotic effect on him.

As the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's butler, Uncle Fu had long since reached the rank of Soul Saint, so it naturally had no effect on him either.

But the stench itself was very real.

Uncle Fu instinctively frowned and covered his nose and mouth. Meanwhile, the tiny bit of confidence Yu Xiaogang had painstakingly regained after being promoted to Soul Grandmaster vanished the moment he shouted the Soul Incantation and released that smelly fart. In its place was an even deeper despair than when Luo Sanpao had first awakened. His face was ashen.

Why? Why would it be like this?

He had clearly absorbed the Three-Eyed Demonic Fox's Soul Ring according to Soul Master theory.

Why was his Soul Skill still farting?

Could there be something wrong with his Soul Master theory?

No. At the age of five, he had won the championship of Heaven Dou City's First Session—and only session—of the Soul Master Theory Competition with "My Titled Douluo Father."

There was no way his Soul Master theory could be wrong.

Then the only thing that could be wrong was his Martial Soul.

It could only be that damned Luo Sanpao Martial Soul.

Why? Why had his father, mother, and Eldest Brother all awakened Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Souls, while he could only awaken Luo Sanpao—a thing that looked neither like a pig nor a dog?

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang seemed to already see the ugly faces of ridicule and mockery his clansmen would wear when they learned that his second Soul Skill was still farting. He seemed to see the disappointment on his father's face after he emerged from seclusion.

Yu Xiaogang was devastated, and his expression gradually twisted.

"Let's go back, Young Master Xiaogang."

Uncle Fu had never thought highly of Yu Xiaogang to begin with. After seeing that Yu Xiaogang's second Soul Skill was still farting, he thought even less of him. He turned and walked toward the edge of the Soul Beast Forest.

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head halfway, his eyes hidden in shadow. He silently followed behind, his body swaying as though on the verge of collapse.

Papal Palace, Council Hall.

"All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament."

Inside the Council Hall, which spanned over a thousand square meters, a dignified middle-aged man sat upon a Gilt Cast Throne. He sat upright with a straight back, his eyes seriously studying the document in his hands.

Two elderly men with profound auras stood guard at his sides.

He was tall and powerfully built, clad in luxurious golden armor patterned with wings and wearing a Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown. His skin was fair, and his features handsome. A pair of Golden Pupils made him appear particularly extraordinary.

Especially the faint Golden Light bathing his body, which exuded an invisible majesty and holiness, making people unable to resist prostrating themselves before him, filled with admiration and reverence.

Below them stood a young woman with cupped hands and bowed, her posture extremely respectful.

She looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet she was exceptionally beautiful and heroic and spirited.

Her form-fitting Light Purple Dress, Wine Red Long Hair like a waterfall, pure Dark Red Pupils without a trace of impurity, high and valiant nose, slightly baby-fat cheeks that did not detract from her overall beauty, and flawless proportions all came together perfectly.

If she had been on Blue Star, any man who saw her would have been captivated.

Yet at this moment, Bibi Dong's heart was filled with hatred and resentment.

Because the dignified middle-aged man before her and the two elderly men with profound auras were none other than the current pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, and Jin Zhong and Silver Hammer—the two Pope's Personal Guard Douluo who, in the original work, had been hammered by Tang Hao, leaving one dead and one injured.

They were also the masterminds behind Little Linzi's death in her previous life, as well as the accomplices who had aided evil.

The enormous Council Hall was silent. Only the sound of Qian Xunji turning pages could be heard. No one dared disturb him.

After a long while.

A dignified yet calm voice echoed through the Council Hall.

"This proposal is good. If the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is truly held, it should allow our Spirit Hall to recruit quite a few outstanding young Soul Masters."

Qian Xunji closed the document and spoke in a deep voice.

To be fair, as the pope of Spirit Hall, he was quite satisfied with Bibi Dong as his disciple.

Not only did she possess extraordinary talent, with the exceedingly rare Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power.

She had just turned fifteen, yet she had already reached Level Forty-Two and possessed the cultivation of a Soul Ancestor.

Her Fourth Soul Ring was even an unprecedented ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

Among Spirit Hall's Younger Generation, no one could match her talent. Given time, even Tang Hao, the Rare Genius in a Hundred Years of the Clear Sky Sect, would not compare.

If she had not suddenly fallen unconscious while Absorbing the Fourth Soul Ring and needed a period of recuperation to recover, she could have broken through to Soul Ancestor at fourteen.

But compared to a Ten Thousand Year Fourth Ring, breaking through to Soul Ancestor a month or two later was hardly significant.

Yet Bibi Dong was not a member of the Qian Family.

Thus, she was destined to never become the Next Pope in his eyes.

But rather, his wife.

With her talent, combined with the Qian Family's unique God-Bestowed Martial Soul, the Six-Winged Angel, any offspring they produced would surely possess talent unrivaled throughout history.

This was also the primary reason he had taken her as a disciple.

On one hand, it would keep her from coming into contact with other men. On the other, it would allow him to cultivate their relationship and make her gradually fall in love with him.

Of course, Bibi Dong's mind and Martial Soul were both still immature.

Qian Xunji was in no hurry.

When she broke through to Soul Saint, her Martial Soul would undergo a qualitative change and truly merge with her body. Her Talent would be Fully Activated then—that would be the time for him to harvest the fruit.

If Bibi Dong willingly became his wife and devoted herself to the Qian Family, so be it.

If she refused, he had plenty of ways to make her submit.

"Then, Teacher, does that mean you agree?"

Bibi Dong suppressed her disgust for Qian Xunji and asked with feigned delight.

After Little Linzi's death in her Previous Life, she had long since seen through Qian Xunji's ugly true face. He was a Beast in Human Clothing, outwardly radiant and dignified but filthy and vile within. The only reason he was willing to take her as a disciple was because he had an ulterior motive.

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