Like a Dream? It Felt Incredible

"Sixteen hundred years—not bad!"

"The name Marrow Cleansing Pill is quite novel."

Qian Xunji bent down and reached out. He did not take them all, only picking up one pill and holding it before his eyes for inspection.

Looking at the Purple-Black Pill before him.

Qian Xunji suddenly froze.

He seemed to have seen this color somewhere before.

The golden eyes couldn't help glancing at the Glass Jar Ye Tian was holding. Was it filled to the brim with Ye Tian's so-called Marrow Cleansing Pills?

Something did not seem right.

He had never seen any Spirit Master squander a Spirit Skill like this.

Not even a Food System Spirit Master.

Was it because Ye Tian's martial spirit was special?

After all, he was the first Support System Spirit Master in history to possess Innate Full Soul Power.

Qian Xunji secretly speculated, wanting to ask something else.

But Bibi Dong had already had enough. With light steps, she moved behind Ye Tian.

Her jade palm covered the top of Ye Tian's head.

Her eyes still filled with disgust as she coldly asked Qian Xunji,

"Teacher, is there anything else?"

"!!!"

Ye Tian shuddered.

He didn't know whether Qian Xunji had anything else to say, but he certainly did not dare have any problems.

Ye Tian could clearly feel the bone-chilling cold emanating from the palm on his scalp, making goosebumps rise all over him.

He immediately turned into a good baby.

"Heh."

Qian Xunji smiled awkwardly. Not daring to provoke Bibi Dong any further, he shook his head.

"Nothing else."

"Ye Tian, go back and settle down properly. There will always be Soul Bones."

Ye Tian nodded solemnly.

Words fell.

Qian Xunji looked at Bibi Dong again, his eyes filled with guilt and helplessness.

Ye Tian could not tell whether it was real or false.

But it was not very important.

Before Qian Xunji could speak, Bibi Dong felt sick enough to vomit.

Grabbing Ye Tian by the collar, she turned and left.

"Ah, Teacher, slow down and wait! I can walk by myself!"

Before Ye Tian could react, he nearly fell over.

As he resisted, Bibi Dong lifted him up again, his feet leaving the ground.

Ye Tian wanted to cry but had no tears.

Back at the Orphanage, he had desperately wanted to get rid of his split-crotch pants. Now, Ye Tian desperately wanted to grow taller!

Otherwise, he would keep getting carried around like a chick wherever he went.

It was too embarrassing!

Qian Xunji remained silent, watching Bibi Dong's departing back as he gently said,

"Dong'er, if you need anything in cultivation or daily life, tell your teacher. Your teacher will do his best to satisfy you."

"No need to trouble yourself, Teacher."

Bibi Dong's voice carried hatred as she left the hall with Ye Tian in hand.

"..."

The Pope's Palace returned to silence.

Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back.

His entire figure stood within the shadow cast by the pillars as he let out a soft sigh.

"Dong'er, if you must blame someone, blame yourself for being too foolish and naive back then. Foolish enough to think that liking someone could change everything. You always felt it was like a vague, indistinct dream."

As Qian Xunji spoke, he helplessly shook his head.

But when he thought of his daughter, Qian Renxue, he set aside those thoughts.

His brows relaxed once more.

Perhaps when he, the Angel Successor and Pope of Spirit Hall, taught Bibi Dong, he had worn the false mask of an Angel Successor.

He had never revealed the darkness that a Pope had no choice but to possess.

That was why Bibi Dong had become so naive and childish.

"Heh. Perhaps in the future, Dong'er will understand your teacher."

A hint of mockery appeared on Qian Xunji's face.

He had once thought Qian Daoliu was too honest and too pretentious, not ruthless enough as Pope, nor cunning enough. But once he truly sat in this position, he discovered that he was not enough either.

"Gui Mei!"

Suddenly, Qian Xunji gave a low shout. The mockery vanished from his face, leaving only majesty.

Before the words fell.

A black shadow slipped before Qian Xunji like a ghost and waited for orders.

"Go to the Worship Hall and deliver a message. It is feasible."

"Yes!"

Gui Mei answered and silently disappeared.

Qian Xunji's figure faded into the distance. When he appeared again, he was already seated upon the throne.

He sat crookedly.

In his hand, he held the Pill taken from Ye Tian.

"A Marrow Cleansing Pill?"

"Gulp~!"

Qian Xunji quickly tossed the Purple-Black Pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

Immediately,

a sensation of floating like an immortal swept through his entire body, making Qian Xunji straighten his back as he nearly made some strange sounds.

But soon,

that feeling seemed as though it had never existed.

Qian Xunji sat stiffly on the throne, so pleased that he lost himself for a moment.

Somewhat dazed, he then frowned.

"What is going on?"

"This medicinal effect doesn't quite match the body's reaction, does it? It felt so good to eat, so why did it only restore some Soul Power and physical strength?"

Qian Xunji could not understand it no matter how hard he thought.

He could only helplessly shake his head, then couldn't help laughing.

Had he known, he would have accepted all the pills Ye Tian offered. Now, he had not even tasted them properly.

But Qian Xunji could be certain.

Ye Tian's First Soul Skill could make even a Titled Douluo like him feel this incredible. It was definitely not simple.

Qian Xunji picked up his brush and began working.

He let out a refreshing breath of Turbid Qi and said with a teasing expression, "Fortunately, the greedier a person is, the easier they are to control."

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It was already noon.

Bibi Dong carried Ye Tian as she hurried back toward their residence. She did not even give Ju Douluo and Ye Tian a chance to speak.

Even after leaving the Pope's Palace grounds, she showed no sign of stopping.

The wind blew against Ye Tian until he wanted to doze off.

Suddenly.

Ye Tian discovered that Bibi Dong had wrapped an arm around his waist again, pinning him vertically beneath her arm.

One jade hand pinched his ear.

"Ah, Teacher! Y-you should show some respect! To your Disciple—"

As Ye Tian wailed.

The fierce wind carried a cool voice into Ye Tian's ears.

"Show some respect? You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Bibi Dong gave a low growl.

Naturally, she knew her limits. Ye Tian was still only a tiny Spirit Master.

As for why someone was wailing so loudly.

That could only be blamed on his shamelessness.

"Tell me, do you even know the value of a Soul Bone?"

"How did you dare say those things?"

Ye Tian grabbed the slender hand beside his ear and said in annoyance,

"I was just trying it. What if Your Majesty the Pope happened to take a liking to me and gave me one? With Teacher here, even if I was rejected, I wouldn't lose anything. Why not do a risk-free deal that only takes a few words?"

"Hmph! A snake trying to swallow an elephant!"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly and suddenly slowed down.

The whole mood changed!

The hand that had been pinching Ye Tian's ear was now resting on his not-so-long black hair, gently stroking it as though petting a cat. She softly said,

"If you truly want a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, it isn't impossible."

Hearing this.

Ye Tian did not feel delighted. Instead, he felt terrified.

His body trembled as unease filled him.

He swallowed and asked,

"Teacher, what do you mean by that?"

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