Testing Under the Moonlight

Spirit City.

Pope's Palace.

Other than Ji Wushuang and Bibi Dong, there was no third person present.

Bibi Dong took out a crystal ball capable of testing Soul Power and said, "Wushuang, test your current Soul Power Level."

"Absorbing high-age Spirit Rings will allow your Soul Power Level to break through rapidly. Once you cultivate the Peerless Sword Casket to the Titled Douluo level in the future, when you add Spirit Rings to Tianzhan, every additional Spirit Ring will rapidly raise your Soul Power Level."

Bibi Dong explained.

Everything she spoke of was something she had experienced herself.

For her to break through to Titled Douluo at such a young age and inherit the position of Pope, the advantages brought by Twin Martial Souls had been indispensable.

Ji Wushuang poured his Soul Power into the crystal ball. The crystal ball suddenly lit up, displaying Ji Wushuang's Soul Power Level.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly. "Normally, after absorbing a Spirit Ring and breaking through, one would only rise by one level. Yet you rose by three!"

"It seems that absorbing Spirit Rings beyond one's limit can indeed bring great improvement to Soul Masters!"

Bibi Dong pinched and prodded various parts of Ji Wushuang's body, then nodded in satisfaction. "This Golden Sword Dragon Spirit Ring has also strengthened your body considerably."

Ji Wushuang felt uncomfortable all over. Noticing that it was already late outside, he said, "Teacher, it's getting late. I'll return to the academy first."

After thinking for a moment, Bibi Dong took out another booklet and handed it to Ji Wushuang. "This is a Meditation Method I improved. From now on, you must use meditation to replace sleep at night. Not only will you not feel tired, but your mental state will be even better the next day, and it can also increase your Soul Power."

"Thank you, Teacher." Ji Wushuang accepted the Meditation Method and placed it in the Storage Soul Tool Bibi Dong had given him. Then, under Bibi Dong's watchful gaze, he hurried out of the Pope's Palace.

After returning to Martial Soul Hall Academy, Ji Wushuang found an empty spot and eagerly summoned the Peerless Sword Casket. With a bang, it landed heavily on the ground. Amid a series of clacking sounds, the sword casket slowly opened.

Whoosh, whoosh—

Qingshuang and Feng Xiao flew from their sheaths in succession, circling Ji Wushuang. Sword qi raged through the forest, sending leaves constantly falling.

Under Ji Wushuang's control, Qingshuang and Feng Xiao precisely pierced every falling leaf.

They moved as his heart willed, traveling wherever he pleased.

Under the bright moonlight, Ji Wushuang rode his sword through the air, enjoying the freedom of flight.

In the shadows.

Bibi Dong, who had come to check on Ji Wushuang out of idle curiosity, witnessed this scene. Her red lips parted slightly, and a flash of amazement crossed her eyes.

"To think such a thing was possible!"

"At such a young age, he can already fly on a sword. Even the inheritor of the Seven Kill Sword couldn't accomplish this, could they?!"

Seeing Ji Wushuang's beaming, triumphant expression, Bibi Dong decided to reveal herself.

Beneath the moonlight.

Bibi Dong draped herself in a black robe and put on a mask. With her back to the bright moon, she blocked Ji Wushuang's path head-on. A chilling aura suddenly erupted and swept toward him.

Divine Slaughter's Domain!

Ji Wushuang froze in midair and frowned deeply at the black-robed figure. That frigid killing intent was nearly tangible, while frost qi appeared from nowhere, making him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.

But when he saw the faintly visible pair of familiar jade-like legs beneath the black-robed figure, along with those familiar shoes, Ji Wushuang immediately guessed the person's identity.

However, since Bibi Dong had chosen to hide her identity, he had no intention of exposing her.

"Sword Control Technique!"

"At your age, to wield the Sword Control Technique so superbly—who is your teacher?"

A test?

Ji Wushuang answered bluntly, "My teacher is the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong!"

Bibi Dong secretly nodded, both satisfied and dissatisfied. "I heard that Your Excellency the Pope recently accepted a male disciple, but... she is not skilled with the sword. Who taught you your Sword Control Technique?!"

"I'm exceptionally talented. I taught myself." Ji Wushuang answered neither humbly nor arrogantly, his face unflushed and his heart untroubled even as he spun the lie.

This day had been bound to come sooner or later.

"What brazen arrogance!" Bibi Dong said coldly.

The Divine Slaughter's Domain pressed in on Ji Wushuang from all directions.

Bibi Dong released a small amount of Soul Power.

Only to place immense pressure on Ji Wushuang.

Sure enough.

Once Bibi Dong released her formidable Soul Power, even though it was only a trace, Ji Wushuang was nearly unable to move.

"Draw your sword!"

Bibi Dong stared at Ji Wushuang and shouted again.

While enduring enormous pressure, Ji Wushuang still had to maintain his sword flight. His already meager Soul Power was rapidly draining away, and his face soon turned pale.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

A series of piercing sounds rang out as several fallen leaves shot toward Bibi Dong in unison.

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered, and her aura surged.

Those fallen leaves were instantly shattered into powder and scattered in the wind.

Ji Wushuang's Soul Power was nearly depleted, so he could only descend through Sword Flight. Qingshuang and Feng Xiao returned to their sheaths, while the Peerless Sword Casket vanished along with them.

"Whew, whew~"

Watching Bibi Dong slowly drift down, Ji Wushuang's handsome face was drenched in sweat as he panted heavily.

The corners of Bibi Dong's lips curled slightly beneath her black robe. "Using fallen leaves as swords—an interesting idea."

"All things can become swords. I, too, am a sword," Ji Wushuang said calmly.

Bibi Dong said in surprise, "To possess such insight at your age truly surprises me. If you say Your Excellency the Pope is your only teacher, I absolutely will not believe it. Tell me the truth. Don't worry, I won't mention it to Your Excellency the Pope."

"The Pope truly is my only teacher." Ji Wushuang was helpless about this as well.

"Hehe~ Let's hope so~" Bibi Dong chuckled softly, turned, and left. Before long, she disappeared into the night.

Ji Wushuang slowly closed his eyes and collapsed weakly.

The killing intent Bibi Dong had released had felt utterly real.

It had been as though she truly intended to kill him.

And that Soul Power pressure had suppressed him with ease.

She truly deserved to be a Titled Douluo, and she was still so young.

Whoosh!

Bibi Dong appeared again. Seeing Ji Wushuang lying motionless on the ground, seemingly asleep, she bent down, gently picked him up, and flew toward his residence within Martial Soul Hall Academy.

After properly settling Ji Wushuang down, Bibi Dong took his hand and infused a stream of Soul Power into his body, easing his current condition.

Only after some color returned to Ji Wushuang's face did Bibi Dong rise and leave.

The next day.

Noon.

Ji Wushuang slowly opened his eyes. Seeing where he was, his sword-like brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed as he recalled Bibi Dong from the previous night.

Serving a ruler was like living beside a tiger.

Fortunately, Bibi Dong's mental state was clearly still normal at this point.

She had probably killed Qian Xunji only recently, so she must have been in an exceptionally good mood.

A few days ago, Spirit City had just finished holding Qian Xunji's funeral. Ji Wushuang had taken the opportunity to enjoy a lavish meal, nearly the best he had eaten since arriving in Spirit City.

It was also then

that he confirmed the point in the timeline where he was.

Qian Xunji had died only recently, which meant Tang San had just been born.

And Ji Wushuang was six years older than Tang San.

Moreover, Hu Liena and Xie Yue had not yet arrived here at this time.

As for Yan...

During his three days at Martial Soul Hall Academy, he had already heard of him.