Qian Renxue Returns Home, Blade Pointed at Bibi Han

After absorbing two Thousand Year Soul Rings, combined with Bibi Han's previous training, his Soul Power surged straight to Level 25.

Just over six and a half years old, yet already Level 25—what terrifying talent!

This was the horror of Innate Full Soul Power at Level 20. Not only could he add two Soul Rings without cultivating first, but his cultivation speed was absurdly fast, beyond comparison with those who did not possess Innate Full Soul Power.

Everyone stared at Bibi Han's Soul Rings in amazement. The first and second rings were both purple! Even the strongest genius in Spirit Hall's history had only achieved two purple rings. This had created a new record in the Soul Master World.

"Mother, I brought you honor!" Bibi Han said, looking at his mother's delighted smile.

Bibi Dong nodded and rubbed Bibi Han's head. "It's been a few days. We should head back."

It was already the afternoon of the third day when they returned to Spirit Hall. Bibi Dong hurried back to the Papal Palace, presumably to deal with the matters that had piled up over the past few days.

Bibi Han went to visit his Master Golden Crocodile.

In that courtyard, Master Golden Crocodile seemed to have known Bibi Han was coming. He sat there leisurely, drinking tea.

"So, you obtained your Soul Rings? How many hundred years were they?" Golden Crocodile's light voice reached Bibi Han's ears.

"Master, stop drinking tea. I guarantee you'll be shocked," Bibi Han said confidently.

"Hmph, who am I? What could possibly shock me?" Golden Crocodile took a sip of tea without a care.

Time for a slap in the face. The Blue Silver God appeared, and his Soul Rings emerged—two purple Soul Rings circled Bibi Han's body.

At that sight, Golden Crocodile spat out his mouthful of water on the spot.

"A Thousand Year first ring? How is that possible?!"

"It was all thanks to you, Master. You taught me well."

"Your Training Method gave me this powerful body, and with the help of Martial Soul Suppression, I managed to accomplish this." Bibi Han explained the entire sequence of events in detail.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is. Go rest. Come here tomorrow," Golden Crocodile said, though there was something off about his tone.

Bibi Han did not think much of it. Assuming his master had simply lost some face, he left.

"Little Han, you're truly outstanding. Master is truly glad to have accepted a disciple like you, but..." Golden Crocodile watched Bibi Han's departing figure with a complicated expression before heading toward the Worship Hall.

Upon arriving at the Worship Hall.

"Big Brother, Little Han has absorbed his Soul Rings," Golden Crocodile said to Qian Daoliu, who stood before the Angel Statue.

"So he absorbed them. What's there to talk about?" Qian Daoliu replied indifferently.

At this time, Qian Daoliu had already returned to the appearance of a handsome middle-aged man in his forties. His hair was bright gold, and he wore Golden Armor. The back of the armor resembled the wings of a Six-Winged Angel, making him appear immensely imposing.

"But both of his Soul Rings are purple. And I could clearly tell that his first Soul Ring was over three thousand years, while his second was over eight thousand years." As a Level 98 Title Douluo, Golden Crocodile could determine the age of the Soul Rings with a glance.

"What?!" Qian Daoliu turned around, shock filling his eyes.

He did not believe Golden Crocodile would deceive him, because the consequences of doing so would be extremely severe.

Golden Crocodile had hesitated for some time before speaking these words. He liked his disciple, but he was even more loyal to the Angel Lineage. In the original work, he had even self-destructed to save Qian Renxue. (In the original work, he devoted his entire life to Spirit Hall, including his life.)

A conflicted look appeared on Qian Daoliu's face, because he had never expected Bibi Han to be so formidable, his talent so powerful. Though he had not changed his mind now, what about the future? If they failed to keep him in check by then, such a genius would become an enormous threat to Spirit Hall.

Yet he truly did not want to use his seniority to kill Bibi Han. Just as when he had pursued Tang Hao, he had not been particularly serious. Otherwise, with his Demi-God cultivation, his Soul Power, speed, and spiritual power all completely surpassed Tang Hao's. How could he have failed to kill him? What did the strength of Level 92 and Nine Rings Simultaneous Explosion amount to? It was merely an attack that barely reached the level of a Level Ninety-Nine Title Douluo, incapable of harming him at all. He was a Demi-God.

(In the original work, Qian Daoliu severely injured the Level 97 Sword Douluo, who was assisted by Ning Fengzhi, with a single attack from afar.)

So would it have been difficult for a single attack from afar to instantly kill the Level 92 Tang Hao, who was holding a child? How many times could he use Explode Ring to withstand such power?

In truth, the main reason was that Qian Daoliu understood that Tang Hao had not been the one who killed his son. Otherwise, even if Tang Hao were Tang Chen's grandson, Qian Daoliu would certainly have killed him. Although Tang Chen was stronger than Qian Daoliu, the two were still considered equals. Would the vengeance for a son's death go unavenged because of friendship? Such a man would be unworthy of being a father.

Just as Qian Daoliu was conflicted, the Angel Statue suddenly trembled. The conflict on Qian Daoliu's face turned into affection, while Golden Crocodile's expression became that of a kind old grandfather.

Because someone had returned. She possessed peerless beauty and long golden hair. She wore a golden palace gown, a one-piece dress that seemed woven from golden threads. It bore no excessive decorative patterns, its style ancient and elegant. Its high golden collar protected her snow-white, slender neck. Her golden hair was casually draped behind her back without having been carefully combed, forming a striking contrast with her immaculate palace attire.

"Xue'er."

"Miss."

"Grandfather, Grandfather Golden Crocodile, I'm back."

After exchanging pleasantries.

Qian Renxue said, "Grandfather Golden Crocodile, did you accept a disciple named Bibi Han?"

"Yes. Why?" Golden Crocodile replied.

"I want to meet him and study under you for a while as well."

"Little Xue, you just became the Crown Prince. You can't stay for long at all," Qian Daoliu said, pain visible in his eyes.

How ironic. It was clearly her own home, yet she could not stay there for long.

"Don't worry, Grandfather. I've already had my substitute pretend to be ill. There won't be any problem for a short time."

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile both understood. Qian Renxue had returned at this time because of Bibi Han.

Qian Daoliu's gaze flickered. Golden Crocodile understood the look in his eyes as well and said, "No problem, Miss."

"Grandfather Golden Crocodile, you're being too formal. I already said that you can call me Little Xue, just like Grandfather does."

Little Xue. In Qian Renxue's heart, only her grandfather and Grandfather Golden Crocodile could call her that. None of the other worshippers could, including that woman.

Qian Daoliu sent a voice transmission. Golden Crocodile considered it for a moment, then replied.

"Alright. Then I'll call you Little Xue from now on."

Qian Renxue smiled.

Bibi Han, it's time for us to meet. A chill appeared in Qian Renxue's eyes.