Light Feather Douluo

"Light Feather Offering."

When the other party looked at him, Gu Han respectfully placed a hand over his chest in salute.

"Mm, no need for such formalities."

"Thank you, Light Feather Offering."

Before these powerful figures, Gu Han had no choice but to tread carefully. He had a very clear understanding of his current position—he was not some highly valued talent. Qian Xunji had only taken him in to motivate Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong was the true genius. He had to remain steady; before he became truly strong, he needed to maintain the proper attitude toward these powerful people.

"You don't need to be so nervous, kid. Since the Pope has taken you as his student, the Martial Soul Hall naturally won't favor one over the other."

Light Feather Douluo waved a hand before saying, "I heard your martial soul is ice-attributed too. Summon it and let me see."

"Alright."

Gu Han nodded, summoned the Mystic Ice Sword, and held it in his hand.

The entire blade was a deep blue, radiating a layer of frigid frost.

"Mm, not bad. Although the quality of your martial soul isn't particularly high, it can still be considered above average. It's a pity your Innate Soul Power is a little low."

Light Feather Douluo saw through the grade of Gu Han's martial soul at a glance. It was not particularly poor, but neither was it particularly good. At most, it was about on par with the Wind Sword Sect's Wind Sword, perhaps even slightly inferior.

"But you needn't be discouraged. Our Martial Soul Hall has been passed down for a thousand years, and among its records are methods that can improve the quality of a martial soul. As long as you continue hunting ice-attributed Spirit Beasts of the same attribute, the higher the quality of the Spirit Beasts, the greater the room for your Martial Soul Evolution."

"Thank you for the reminder, Light Feather Offering. That was what I had in mind as well."

Gu Han naturally knew that Spirit Beasts of the same attribute could improve the quality of a martial soul. However, almost no one on the continent knew of this; the knowledge was practically held only by major sects and the core members of empires.

As for why he knew, he had the comments of those handsome readers from his previous life to thank for it.

"Come to think of it, you're quite the genius, kid. You actually discovered an alternative use for Whale Rubber."

"I'm very curious—how did you even set your sights on Whale Rubber?"

Light Feather Douluo was extremely curious about this. According to Gu Han's record, he had always been a well-behaved child who only frequented the library, the academy, and the Martial Soul Hall. How had he come into contact with something like Whale Rubber, an adult tonic?

"That's right, Junior Brother. Did you do something bad?"

Bibi Dong crossed her arms, her adorable and lively eyes examining her junior brother. If her junior brother was that sort of person, then as his Senior Sister, she definitely had to teach him properly and keep him from going to those kinds of places.

Teacher had said those places were terrible for one's body.

Gu Han pondered briefly and organized his words before explaining with the lines he had prepared long ago.

"Well, I saw an explanation of Whale Rubber in the library of the Cold Wind City Martial Soul Hall."

"And I also know a little about plants and medicinal substances."

"So I started wondering what exactly Whale Rubber contained that allowed it to replenish deficiencies."

"Since it could replenish one's vitality and blood, could it perhaps also be used to strengthen one's physique?"

"So, out of curiosity, I bought a piece of Whale Rubber that was less than a hundred years old to try it. I discovered that as long as I didn't let my thoughts wander, after using soul power to absorb the energy contained within the Whale Rubber, it really could strengthen my physique and even improve some of my talent."

"Although the improvement to my talent was slight, it was still better than nothing."

Hearing this, Light Feather Douluo nodded in satisfaction and praised, "Not bad. Not only are you diligent, but you're also good at considering what others do not, and you can put it to proper use."

"Ah, what a pity." Light Feather Douluo let out a long sigh.

"Light Feather Offering, what's there to pity? My Junior Brother is so smart."

Bibi Dong stared at Light Feather with a curious expression. Her junior brother was clearly so smart, so why did he find it a pity?

She really couldn't understand it.

Light Feather Douluo smiled at that and said, "It's a pity that a person can only have one teacher in a lifetime. If the Pope hadn't taken you in first, I would have wanted to accept you as my disciple."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Light Feather Offering."

Gu Han was somewhat surprised. He had only mentioned a little bit of knowledge, yet it had actually made an Offering want to take him as a disciple.

However, the moral customs of this continent were firmly established. A person could only have one teacher in their lifetime, and this was something deeply ingrained in everyone's hearts.

Naturally, Gu Han would not shamelessly break that rule. Otherwise, Light Feather Douluo might consider him someone who betrayed his teacher and ancestors, and he would have no place in the Martial Soul Hall—or even the entire Spirit Master world.

Bibi Dong's eyes rolled as she smiled and grabbed Light Feather Douluo's arm.

"Light Feather Offering, Junior Brother definitely won't take you as his teacher."

"But that doesn't stop you from guiding Junior Brother, does it? Hehe."

"You little girl, always so crafty."

Light Feather Douluo smiled indulgently and lightly flicked Bibi Dong on the head.

"Ow, that hurts~"

Bibi Dong immediately covered her little head and squatted on the ground.

Light Feather Douluo was somewhat stunned. He glanced at his fingers, wondering how he had not used any force.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed Bibi Dong secretly raising her head to peek at him. He immediately understood everything and shook his head with a laugh.

Afterward, he ignored Bibi Dong and turned his gaze to Gu Han. Taking out an exclusive Offering Token, he directly tossed it to Gu Han.

"The little girl is right. Though I can't take you as my disciple, that doesn't stop me from appreciating you. If there's ever anything you don't understand or need help with, just bring this Token to the Worship Hall and find me."

Gu Han accepted the Offering Token. Unlike ordinary Tokens and the Pope Token, this Offering Token bore only the Six-Winged Angel and the Sacred Sword. On its reverse was engraved the character "Five."

It signified the status of the Token's holder.

"Thank you for your regard, Light Feather Offering."

Gu Han caught the Offering Token flying toward him, then respectfully bowed.

"You don't need to call me Light Feather Offering anymore. From now on, just call me Senior."

"Thank you, Senior Guang Ling."

Gu Han readily took the opportunity, dropping all restraint as he directly changed his form of address according to the other's request.

Light Feather Douluo nodded, then turned his gaze toward Bibi Dong, who was crouched on the ground with her arms around her little head, pretending to look pitiful. He said irritably, "You little girl, stop pretending to be miserable. Get up already."

"Hehe, you saw through me."

Bibi Dong had actually known long ago that Light Feather Douluo had seen through her little trick, but the girl was quick-witted and knew exactly what sort of reaction she should show at this time.

"You little girl, you're much smarter than your Teacher was when he was young. Also, from now on, call me Senior just like Gu Han does. Calling me Offering is far too formal."

Light Feather Douluo had a very youthful mindset. Compared to the other old fossils, he found it much easier to get along with young people.

Moreover, he genuinely liked both Bibi Dong and Gu Han.

Especially Bibi Dong—he had interacted with her more than once already.

Compared to Qian Xunji when he was young, he liked the current Bibi Dong much more. He found Bibi Dong far more interesting than Qian Xunji.

Although he was not much older than Qian Xunji himself, that did not stop him from commenting on Qian Xunji's childhood.

"Okay, Senior Guang Ling."

Bibi Dong giggled and readily agreed.