Collision

That night, Bibi Han was cultivating in his room. He had already begun replacing sleep with cultivation, and he had not neglected nourishing his eyes with Soul Power either.

"Han'er."

"Mother."

"Mother, you're tired. Go get some rest." Seeing the exhaustion in her eyes, Bibi Han hurriedly said.

"No, Mother has something to tell you."

"Then sit down, Mother. I'll massage your shoulders."

"Mother, what did you want to say?" Bibi Han asked as he massaged his mother's shoulders.

"Han'er, your Second Soul Ring is 8,500 years. Are you planning to go for a Ten Thousand Year third ring?"

"Hehe, Mother, you got it right. Once I become a Soul Elder and reveal my rings—two purple and one black, without even a single yellow one—wouldn't that scare the other side stupid and let me win easily?"

"Han'er, Mother advises against it. Do you know the difference between a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring and one below ten thousand years?"

At that moment, Bibi Han suddenly remembered. Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings carried Soul Shock formed from the resentment of soul beasts. No matter how strong one's Willpower was, if their spiritual power was lacking, even if they successfully absorbed the Soul Ring, they would become an idiot.

"Soul Shock!"

"Then, Mother, do you have any methods for cultivating spiritual power?"

"There are some methods to train spiritual power, but they're all dull and extremely grueling. Have you made up your mind? If not, a Ten Thousand Year fourth ring would be fine too."

"No need, Mother. What's a little hardship? Have I suffered any less during Master Golden Crocodile's training?"

After giving him those methods, "Han'er, you'll have a classmate tomorrow. I hope you can get along with her." After saying that, Bibi Dong immediately left.

Bibi Han did not even have time to ask who that person was. Never mind, he would find out tomorrow. Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate.

The next day, Bibi Han arrived at that courtyard. Pushing the door open, he immediately saw the Blonde Girl standing not far away, and he froze on the spot. She was simply too beautiful.

She looked only a little over ten years old. Her golden hair reached her waist, her skin was fairer than snow, her phoenix eyes carried an imposing air, and she had a straight nose bridge, a perfectly shaped oval face, slightly narrow phoenix eyes, a face marked by a hint of majesty, a tall figure, and a voluptuous body.

It was not as though Bibi Han had never seen beautiful women. Every maid in the Papal Palace was lovely, or they could not have become maids of the Papal Palace. Bibi Han had also met the beautiful Douluo Ling Yuan, but the woman before him outclassed them by several streets. Among those he knew, only his mother, Bibi Dong, could compare.

"Hmph, you're that woman's illegitimate son, Bibi Han." Her cold voice carried a trace of hatred.

That woman? Illegitimate son? Golden hair, and this beautiful... I know who she is. But Bibi Han was instantly enraged.

"You filthy woman, who the hell are you calling an illegitimate son? Say that nonsense again, and believe me, I'll tear your mouth apart!" An even colder voice came from Bibi Han.

Damn it, you were supposed to have top-tier intelligence gathering in the original story, yet you don't know who I am and even insulted both my mothers. Unforgivable.

"You dare curse at me?!" Qian Renxue roared.

"What, did I not say it loudly enough, or are you deaf?"

"You're courting death!" Qian Renxue charged straight at him.

Qian Renxue exploded—completely exploded. In her eyes, Bibi Han had stolen the maternal love that belonged to her. Otherwise, why had he appeared the moment she went to the Heaven Dou Empire? He had even dared to steal her Grandfather Golden Crocodile. He had taken everything that should have been hers, and now he dared to curse at her. Since she was born, when had Qian Renxue ever been cursed at?

As for why she did not use Martial Soul Possession, it was because Qian Renxue wanted to cripple him completely. Although her time for cultivation had decreased after going to the Heaven Dou Empire, she had still entered the Soul King realm. If Martial Soul Possession made her punch Bibi Han to death in one blow, wouldn't that be letting him off too easily?

Moreover, Qian Renxue wanted to see whether that woman would come looking for trouble with her in a frenzy if her precious son were crippled.

Having lost her father, being unacknowledged by her mother, and living as an undercover agent in the Heaven Dou Empire had twisted her heart. Even opposing her mother just to gain her attention was a kind of satisfaction.

"Then fight. Who's afraid of who!"

Faced with Qian Renxue's punch, Bibi Han threw a punch right back. Their fists collided with a loud bang.

Bibi Han retreated nine steps, while Qian Renxue retreated three.

In terms of strength alone, Bibi Han was no match for Qian Renxue. The gap in Soul Power was too great, so he could only change his approach.

Qian Renxue threw another punch. Bibi Han carefully dodged it, then several more punches came at him. Seizing an opportunity and finding the best position, Bibi Han grabbed Qian Renxue's arm with both hands, pressed his back against her chest—and executed an over-the-shoulder throw, tossing Qian Renxue away.

In terms of strength, he was inferior to Qian Renxue. But in terms of technique, he was stronger than Qian Renxue, who had neglected her training. His techniques had been personally taught by his mother. And who was his mother? One of the Killing Gods of the City of Slaughter, among the best in the world in close combat. Qian Daoliu had certainly fought countless battles, but he relied more on the sword, and what he taught Qian Renxue was also mostly swordsmanship. Thus, in hand-to-hand combat, Qian Renxue was no match for him.

After several graceful forward flips, Qian Renxue landed steadily.

Bibi Han had already taken up his stance. "If you apologize to my mother, I can choose not to beat you up."

"Hmph, apologize to her? Not in this lifetime. Do you think you can get cocky just because you gained a slight upper hand?"

Qian Renxue charged again, leaped up, and raised her long, slender leg before bringing it down—a downward axe kick from the air.

Fortunately, Qian Renxue had changed into athletic pants for training. If she had been wearing yesterday's long palace dress, she would definitely have exposed herself with that move.

Bibi Han crossed his arms to block the downward kick, half-crouching to disperse the force. Then, the hands that had blocked the attack grabbed Qian Renxue's calf. He kicked the other leg she had planted on the ground, then jerked backward.

Having lost her point of support, Qian Renxue was pulled into a split. Then Bibi Han's right leg swept toward her face.

Qian Renxue was startled and clasped her hands together to block Bibi Han's strike. But despite being 180 centimeters tall, Qian Renxue weighed less than 110 jin. Bibi Han's leg, carrying several hundred jin of force, sent her flying. Yet his hands still had not released Qian Renxue's calf. Borrowing that momentum, Bibi Han spun directly, then hurled Qian Renxue toward the wall.