Battle Against Bibi Dong

Ji Wushuang caught the lingering scent of chrysanthemums on himself and instinctively thought of Bibi Dong, as well as that silk handkerchief.

After taking it out and washing it, Ji Wushuang began writing the five hundred words Bibi Dong had assigned him about his experience absorbing the Spirit Ring.

He hadn't expected that even after transmigrating, he would still have to write essays.

Half an hour later, Ji Wushuang set off for the Pope's Palace.

Before the magnificent and resplendent Pope's Palace.

Ji Wushuang glanced at the Temple Guard Knights in silver armor standing on either side of the stairs.

Every one of these Temple Guard Knights was at least a Soul Emperor, possessing formidable strength.

They were the face of the Pope's Palace.

As for the Pope's Palace, aside from the Pope, the Elders, those holding an Elder Token, and people of high standing within Spirit Hall, no one else was permitted to enter without authorization.

In all of Spirit City, there were not many people who had ever entered the Pope's Palace.

Ji Wushuang did not know whether he could enter freely. Although Bibi Dong had taken him as her disciple, it did not seem to have been widely publicized.

If these Temple Guard Knights refused to give him face, that would be truly embarrassing.

"Wushuang, what are you standing outside for?"

"Get in here already."

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rang out from within the Pope's Palace, carrying all the way to the foot of the stairs.

They were a hundred meters apart.

Yet Bibi Dong had already noticed his arrival.

At that moment, the main doors of the Pope's Palace stood wide open.

Bibi Dong, seated upon the Pope's throne, slightly opened her eyes. She watched Ji Wushuang approach without saying a word, an icy aura emanating from her body.

"Teacher, I'm late." Ji Wushuang took out the five-hundred-word essay he had prepared. "This is what you told me to write yesterday."

"Come here." Bibi Dong's voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Ji Wushuang climbed the last few steps and came to Bibi Dong's side, handing her the five-hundred-word essay.

Bibi Dong accepted it and examined it carefully. "Your strokes move like dragons and serpents, your edge fully exposed. It is as though sword intent resides within it. Your attainments in the sword are truly beyond my expectations!"

After a while.

Bibi Dong put away the "essay," looked at Ji Wushuang, and asked blandly, "Why did you come so late? What were you doing?"

"I... accidentally slept a little longer..." Ji Wushuang said helplessly.

Thinking of what had happened last night, a trace of amusement flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes, though her face remained cold. "Do not let it happen again!"

"Yes..." Ji Wushuang nodded helplessly.

"A soul master's cultivation before the age of twenty is of utmost importance. You must not slack off. And if you wish to improve quickly, aside from meditative cultivation, there is battle." Bibi Dong said indifferently, "From now on, I will be your opponent. Draw your sword against me."

Again?

Ji Wushuang nodded and walked to a spot ten meters away from Bibi Dong.

Bang!

The Peerless Sword Casket suddenly appeared, accompanied by a yellow Spirit Ring.

"Click, click, click—"

The Peerless Sword Casket slowly opened.

One peerless Treasure Sword after another appeared before Bibi Dong.

"Wushuang, what are all these swords called?" Bibi Dong asked.

"The Peerless Sword Casket contains thirteen swords: Cloud Shuttle, Qingshuang, Feng Xiao, Red Leaf, Butterfly, Absolute Shadow, Calamity Breaker, Life Slayer, Jade Ruyi, Finger-Twisting Softness, Cang, Mang, and Great Bright Vermilion Bird." Ji Wushuang introduced them one by one, finally pointing toward Great Bright Vermilion Bird, concealed at the center of the sword casket.

"How many flying swords can you control in battle at once?" Bibi Dong asked.

"At present, I can control at most two flying swords," Ji Wushuang answered.

"Then let me see you use this Great Bright Vermilion Bird." Bibi Dong raised her eyes and stared at Great Bright Vermilion Bird, curious in her heart.

All the other swords had revealed themselves, yet Great Bright Vermilion Bird alone remained hidden. The most special sword in the Peerless Sword Casket was likely this Great Bright Vermilion Bird.

The reason the Peerless Sword Casket could exist alongside Tianzhan might perhaps be because of this Great Bright Vermilion Bird.

"Teacher, I currently don't have the ability to use Great Bright Vermilion Bird yet." Ji Wushuang sighed.

In The Young Brewmaster's Adventure, one needed to reach the level of a Sword Immortal to wield Great Bright Vermilion Bird perfectly. He was still far from that.

"Is that so..." Bibi Dong fell into thought before saying, "In that case, let us begin. Let your teacher see your sword."

"Cloud Shuttle!"

"Finger-Twisting Softness!"

At Ji Wushuang's command, the two flying swords suddenly shot out, their tips aimed directly at Bibi Dong.

Boom!

Bibi Dong merely released her aura, yet it sent both flying swords flying.

But in the next moment, under Ji Wushuang's control, the flying swords continued their assault on Bibi Dong.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Bibi Dong remained standing where she was, wielding the scepter in her hand to block the attacks. "Use your First Soul Skill as well. Let me see how strong your attacks are."

"First Soul Skill: Attack."

Ji Wushuang's First Soul Ring lit up, increasing his attack power by thirty percent as the sword blades grew sharper.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

A trace of surprise flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes as she evaluated him. "Your speed and attack power are both quite good. To possess such strength just after becoming a Soul Master—you are very good."

What a pity he's a man, Bibi Dong thought to herself.

Before long, Ji Wushuang was breathing slightly heavily. He recalled the two flying swords, and the Peerless Sword Casket closed along with them.

"That will be all for today. Come again tomorrow morning, and don't be late again. Otherwise..." Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly and looked down coldly at Ji Wushuang.

That appearance—

She was practically a beautiful tyrant bullying a handsome young man.

Ji Wushuang took out the silk handkerchief suffused with the scent of daisies. "Teacher, I've already washed it. I even placed it among fresh daisies so it could absorb some of their fragrance."

Bibi Dong turned around with a cold expression. "There's no need. Keep it for yourself."

Ji Wushuang had expected this. It had merely been a formality. After putting away the handkerchief, he left the Pope's Palace.

Within Spirit City, in a garden planted with all manner of exotic flowers and rare herbs, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan looked at the footprints on the ground and frowned. Then, when he saw the clearly disturbed patch of daisies, his brow furrowed even more deeply.

"My flowers! Who was it?!"

"Could that old bastard Dugu Bo have come again?!"

At that moment—

Ji Wushuang strolled over and happened to see Yue Guan flying into a rage in the garden. He paused, then quickly hid himself.

"This is Yue Guan's territory?"

"He's this angry... could it be because of those daisies?"

"But I didn't pick any..."

Ji Wushuang remembered that Yue Guan cherished flowers as dearly as his life. Perhaps he had already come to regard these flowers as his own children.

If someone else touched them, they might very well earn themselves a death sentence.

"Who's there? Come out!"

Yue Guan looked toward Ji Wushuang's hiding place and slowly approached.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, it's me."

Ji Wushuang revealed himself and gave an awkward smile.

"Why is it you, kid?"

"What are you doing here?"

Yue Guan's attitude immediately softened considerably, and a smile reappeared on his face.

"I just... used some of your daisies. Sorry," Ji Wushuang said with an awkward smile.

"So it was you!" Yue Guan frowned and said irritably, "You were so careless. You nearly ruined my daisies. Fortunately, it isn't too bad."

"What? Are you interested in flowers too?" Yue Guan asked with interest.

Ji Wushuang nodded and smiled. "Could Chrysanthemum Douluo teach me some knowledge in this area?"

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan looked at Ji Wushuang as if he had found a kindred spirit and readily agreed to his request. "At such a young age, you already know the beauty of flowers and plants. Not bad. But you mustn't tell Your Excellency the Pope about this, much less neglect your cultivation because of it."

Ji Wushuang was delighted. "Of course. Thank you, Chrysanthemum Douluo."