Wisdom Skull of Spiritual Condensation

Bibi Dong had become the Pope of Martial Soul Hall at such a young age not only because of her formidable Soul Power, but also because of the support of Qian Daoliu, Martial Soul Hall's strongest expert.

Otherwise, based on Bibi Dong's actions alone, she could never have remained the Pope of Martial Soul Hall.

"Great Enshrined, you should know about the disciple I took in two years ago, Ji Wushuang. He discovered that Whale Rubber can enhance a Soul Master's physical strength, and a Soul Master's ability to absorb Soul Rings is inseparable from their physical strength. After consuming high-year Whale Rubber, one can absorb Soul Rings beyond one's normal limit."

"I believe Ji Wushuang must be given a generous reward, so that he will not feel slighted."

Bibi Dong spoke stiffly.

"You are now the Pope of Martial Soul Hall. Do you need to ask me about such matters?" Qian Daoliu replied indifferently.

"I want the head Spirit Bone in the Treasure Pavilion, one that came from a Sixty Thousand Year Holy Illusory Demon Ape, to be awarded to Ji Wushuang!" Bibi Dong said coldly.

Even Martial Soul Hall placed immense importance on a Spirit Bone of this level.

Moreover, this Spirit Bone was not part of her personal collection.

It had been left behind by the previous Pope and was public property of Martial Soul Hall.

Even as the Pope, her foundation was still too shallow for her to have the final say in everything.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu raised his brows.

He had retired long ago and no longer wished to involve himself in worldly affairs.

Yet unexpectedly—

Someone like Bibi Dong had taken on a disciple, and cared so deeply about him.

The value of this Sixty Thousand Year Head Spirit Bone was incalculable; it could even be mentioned in the same breath as a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring.

"How does this Ji Wushuang compare to you?" Qian Daoliu asked lightly.

Bibi Dong frowned. "You only need to tell me whether it is possible!"

"Is that how you ask someone for a favor?" Qian Daoliu shot Bibi Dong a cold glance.

"Everything I do is for Martial Soul Hall. If you disagree, then forget it!" Bibi Dong snorted and turned to leave.

"For Martial Soul Hall? I'm afraid it is for yourself, isn't it?!" Qian Daoliu said blandly. "Since Martial Soul Hall has produced a decent genius, he should indeed be properly nurtured. The Spirit Bone would only sit there otherwise. I only hope he will not disappoint Martial Soul Hall's painstaking cultivation!"

Bibi Dong's expression darkened.

But since she had received a definite answer, there was no reason for her to remain.

She left at once.

Watching Bibi Dong's retreating figure, Qian Daoliu's brows knitted tightly.

In the pitch-black night.

Ji Wushuang practiced swordsmanship alone in the Bamboo Forest.

Over time, this place had practically become his private territory.

Of course.

That was also thanks to the Martial Soul Hall Academy headmaster's indulgence.

Ji Wushuang wielded the Qing Shuang Sword as he performed the Nation-Splitting Swordplay, while simultaneously controlling four other flying swords to attack himself.

The cries of swords rang through the Bamboo Forest.

Sword qi crisscrossed and raged through the grove. Hurricanes and lightning intertwined, leaving not a single insect chirping within a hundred meters.

One yellow and one purple Soul Ring shone brightly, enhancing the five swords.

Whoosh!

The instant the sound of something slicing through the air rang out, a slender sword of light suddenly shot toward him.

In an instant, it broke through the wind-and-lightning sword qi.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it stopped before Ji Wushuang.

Ji Wushuang's vision blurred. By the time he reacted, a golden sword of light was hovering three finger-widths from the tip of his nose.

"..."

Which big shot was testing him this time?

Could it be Bibi Dong again?

That shouldn't be possible!

They had just fought. He had finally recovered a little Soul Power and only wanted to practice his swordsmanship.

Could it be that Bibi Dong would not even spare him this tiny bit of Soul Power?

Ji Wushuang searched intently, and his gaze fell upon the Bamboo Forest to one side.

A handsome middle-aged man with an elegant bearing slowly emerged. He wore a suit of golden armor that gleamed beneath the moonlight, with a green cloak draped behind him and fluttering in the wind.

Ji Wushuang sheathed his sword, and the Peerless Sword Casket closed with it. The sword qi within the Bamboo Forest gradually dispersed.

"I wonder who you are, Senior...?"

"Young man, your sword carries great sharpness..." With a wave of Qian Daoliu's hand, the golden light sword pressed to Ji Wushuang's nose suddenly vanished. Then, with a single step, he crossed more than ten meters and arrived before Ji Wushuang, looking down at him with an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"Thank you for the compliment, Senior." Ji Wushuang smiled faintly.

"Are you willing to become this old man's disciple?" Qian Daoliu said calmly. "When it comes to swordsmanship, this old man claims second place on the continent. No one would dare claim first."

"No. This junior already has a teacher—the Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong," Ji Wushuang declined politely.

"Bibi Dong has a Beast Martial Spirit. She has never touched a sword in her life, so how could she possibly teach you? She is merely leading her disciple astray! She has a precious jade in hand yet knows not how to carve it—what a waste!" Qian Daoliu said indifferently.

"My teacher treats me very well. Though she does not know swordsmanship, she has taught me all she can. Senior, please say no more." Ji Wushuang spoke calmly. Crimson-gold light flowed through his eyes, while the Peerless Sword Casket stirred restlessly, waves of blood-red radiance rising from it.

"Draw your sword. Let this old man see what you are capable of!" Qian Daoliu waved his hand, and a golden light sword appeared in his grasp.

"Alright!"

Ji Wushuang shouted, and the Peerless Sword Casket and his two Spirit Rings vanished at the same time.

Qian Daoliu frowned, unable to make sense of it.

But at that moment, a streak of sword light tore through the night and shot straight at Qian Daoliu.

Nation-Splitting Swordplay was unleashed in turn.

Ji Wushuang's Second Martial Soul—Heavenly Slash!

Dragon and phoenix seemed to soar along the Heavenly Slash Sword's blade, which shone with dazzling brilliance.

Its momentum was magnificent, unmatched beneath the heavens.

"Hm!?"

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted sharply as he swung his sword forward in a thrust.

Boom—

The instant the sword lights collided, the entire Bamboo Forest trembled before shattering to pieces in an instant.

"Not a bad sword strike. Does it have a name?" Qian Daoliu asked blandly.

Ji Wushuang panted heavily.

He had already sparred with Bibi Dong earlier and had only just managed to recover a little.

He had been practicing swordsmanship just now as well, which had cost him no small amount of energy.

And yet someone had chosen this moment to test him. Their timing truly could not have been worse.

Though even at full strength, he would not have been a match for the man before him.

"Fine if you do not wish to say."

"If I am not mistaken, this is your Second Martial Soul, correct?"

"No wonder Bibi Dong took you as her disciple."

"One yellow Spirit Ring and one purple Spirit Ring—how did you manage that?"

"When absorbing Spirit Rings, were you not afraid of losing control, of your body failing to endure it and exploding to death?"

Ji Wushuang shook his head.

Qian Daoliu frowned, then shook his head with a laugh.

"You may be young, but you have quite the temper."

"Your talent is good. Do not waste it, and do not waste Spirit Hall's efforts in nurturing you."

As Qian Daoliu's words fell, his figure turned into a streak of golden light and vanished into the night in the blink of an eye.

Ji Wushuang took a deep breath and collapsed weakly onto the ground.

That last strike had drained every last bit of strength from his body. Right now, he did not want to move at all.

"Just who in Spirit Hall was that guy?"

"He called himself the best in the way of the sword... Could he be the Great Enshrined of Douluo Hall?"

Ji Wushuang pondered in secret.

The only person who could possess such confidence was likely Qian Daoliu. Besides, the man's appearance also matched what he had imagined.