Action Failed, Shui Bing'er Reaches Level Forty-Seven

"What do you want to do? But let me tell you, if you use this opportunity, the Elder Token will be taken back."

A moment later, Bibi Dong reminded him.

After all, an Elder Token did not make someone a real elder. Ordinary benefits were one thing, but Spirit Hall naturally could not allow outsiders to freely use it for matters that required vast resources.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, then said in a low voice, "What if I use one opportunity from the Elder Token to exchange for a method of cultivating Twin Martial Souls?"

"Hmph! You really are stubborn. Fine!"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong snorted coldly. A booklet appeared in her hand, which she tossed to Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly caught it. At the same time, the Elder Token in his hand flew away and was caught by Bibi Dong.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong said coldly, "Leave. I don't want to see you again."

Hearing those words, Yu Xiaogang's body trembled. After looking up at Bibi Dong, he said bitterly, "Yes, Your Eminence the Pope!"

After this, whatever feelings remained between him and Bibi Dong would probably be completely spent.

Yu Xiaogang then strode out of Pope's Palace without looking back.

Watching Yu Xiaogang's departing figure, Bibi Dong could not help shaking her head. "So what if you obtain a method for cultivating Twin Martial Souls? That disciple of yours is probably already dead."

The reason Bibi Dong had changed her mind and agreed to give Yu Xiaogang the cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls was only partly because of the Elder Token. The main reason was that she had already sent two of her top subordinates, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, to intercept and kill Tang San.

With two Titled Douluo making a move, Tang San's death was practically certain.

Moreover, her solution for Twin Martial Souls was far less useful than Yu Xiaogang imagined.

Just then, a black figure silently appeared behind Bibi Dong and dropped to one knee. "Your Eminence the Pope, the mission failed!"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong turned around in surprise, her expression stunned. "Failed? What happened? You and Yue Guan attacked together. Logically, killing a Soul Ancestor should not have gone wrong."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect intervened. Chen Xin was too powerful, and Ning Fengzhi supported him. We... were no match for them!"

At this point, Ghost Douluo Ghostly lowered his head even further. Two Titled Douluo had failed to assassinate a mere Soul Ancestor. It would sound utterly humiliating if word got out. Even if Bibi Dong punished them, they had no excuse.

Yet to Ghostly's surprise, Bibi Dong had no intention of punishing him. Instead, she muttered to herself, "Chen Xin... then it's no surprise. No surprise at all."

After Titled Douluo reached Level Ninety-Five, every level was a world apart. Chen Xin, a Level Ninety-Six Titled Douluo, could more than handle Yue Guan and Ghostly, two Level Ninety-Five Titled Douluo. Not to mention that Ning Fengzhi, the greatest support-type Soul Master in the world, was aiding him.

As for Yue Guan and Ghostly's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, while it could restrain Chen Xin, they too could not move while maintaining it. If their outside support was not strong enough, killing Tang San would indeed be difficult.

Bibi Dong then waved her hand, and a surge of energy lifted Ghostly to his feet. "This time, I did not consider things carefully enough. You and Yue Guan should go recover from your injuries first."

"Yes."

Ghostly breathed a sigh of relief at those words, deeply moved as well. He transformed into a shadow and swiftly left Pope's Palace.

After Ghostly departed, Bibi Dong frowned. "I never expected the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to be willing to wade into this mess as well. And Tang Hao did not appear either. Could it be that he truly is not protecting Tang San?"

"Ah..."

After a long while, Bibi Dong sighed. This operation had failed. Who knew how long it would be before another opportunity arose? Could Tang San possibly still come to Spirit City to participate in the competition after going through this?

Tianxue Peak.

Shui Wuchen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance, while the Articuno remained by his side like a close friend.

Shui Wuchen then glanced at Shui Bing'er beside him, and memories surged into his mind.

Inside a house in a small village, candlelight flickered dimly. A beautiful woman lay on the bed, her face unnaturally pale.

"Cough, cough..."

Suddenly, the beautiful woman coughed. A three- or four-year-old boy beside her bed hurriedly stepped forward with a bowl of black liquid, saying anxiously, "Mom, take your medicine!"

The beautiful woman took a sip and set it down. Then she stroked the little boy's head and said weakly, "Wuchen, I feel like I may not be able to hold on much longer. If I die, you must take good care of your little sister. Try not to let her be bullied."

"Mom, don't say that. You'll get better."

Young Shui Wuchen stiffened and shook his head.

Hearing this, the beautiful woman shook her head and continued, "I know my own body. It's just a pity that I was born too lowly. Otherwise, you two would not have ended up like this.

After I die, try to see whether you can return to the Water Clan. No matter what, you carry that man's bloodline. Even if they only make minimal arrangements for you, it would still be better than you siblings having to make a living alone."

Young Shui Wuchen merely listened silently to the beautiful woman's words without speaking.

In truth, before this, he had gone to find his nominal father. He had wanted to trade some of the knowledge in his mind to cure his mother's illness, but he had been driven away before he could even enter the door.

At that moment, he understood that even though he was a transmigrator, without strength to protect himself, everything was meaningless.

He certainly knew many things, but in a world without even copyright protection for knowledge, he could at most earn a little money. If he revealed anything too significant, he might even bring about his own death.

Only by becoming a Soul Master could he take control of his own fate.

At that moment, a wave of Soul Power suddenly spread from Shui Bing'er, jolting Shui Wuchen out of his memories.

"Are you about to break through?"

Shui Wuchen was somewhat surprised. It had only been around twenty days since they arrived at Tianxue Peak.

Yet Shui Bing'er was already about to break through during this time. It seemed this place improved Shui Bing'er's cultivation even more than he had imagined.

A moment later, the Soul Power fluctuations around Shui Bing'er faded. She opened her eyes and excitedly called out to Shui Wuchen, "Brother, my Soul Power Level has broken through to Level Forty-Seven!"

Shui Bing'er had originally estimated that it would take her at least another two months to break through, but here, it had been forcefully shortened to just over twenty days.

This meant that compared to the Mimicry Training Ground at Skywater Academy, this place increased her cultivation speed by more than fifty percent.

"Congratulations."

Shui Wuchen was not particularly surprised. He merely smiled and stroked Shui Bing'er's head. "Once you reach Level Fifty, your brother will personally take you to the Frozen Forest to hunt soul beasts."