The Mysterious Gift Package, Golden Crocodile Douluo

Papal Palace. Bibi Dong brought Bibi Han here.

"Hi, Grandpa Ju, Grandpa Ghost." Bibi Han greeted them this way because they had cared for him like elders while he was growing up, and they were of a generation above Bibi Dong.

In the original story, Tang Hao had said that of the two Title Douluo the Pope brought, he killed one and severely injured the other.

Whenever something major happened, Ju Gui Douluo always acted together. Therefore, the Title Douluo who persecuted Bibi Han's Biological Mother were not them, so he did not feel there was anything wrong with calling them that.

"You're Little Han!?" they asked, stunned.

"Yeah. I awakened my Martial Soul and got more handsome." Bibi Han nodded.

Bibi Dong walked straight to the Papal Throne and sat down. Her entire bearing changed dramatically. The Iron-Blooded Female Pope had arrived.

Her calm voice rang out. "Elder Ju, Elder Ghost, Little Han has awakened his Martial Soul. He has Innate Full Soul Power, Level Twenty."

Bibi Dong told them this without holding anything back. Aside from Bibi Han, these two were the people she trusted most in all of Spirit Hall, and they also treated Bibi Han as a junior.

"What! Level Twenty? Wouldn't that make him the same as the Young Master—"

Seeing Bibi Dong's expression gradually turn cold, they quickly stopped themselves and said no more.

Hard work determined one's lower limit, while talent determined one's upper limit.

In the Soul Master World, Innate Soul Power determined one's upper limit. Innate Level Seven was the minimum requirement for becoming a Title Douluo, but one still needed a top-tier Martial Soul, diligent cultivation, and abundant resources. Without a top-tier Martial Soul or a great opportunity, one could at most reach Rank 89 Soul Douluo.

With Innate Level Eight, even without a top-tier Martial Soul, one could become a Title Douluo, though resources were still indispensable, just like the various Title Douluo of the Elder Hall.

With Innate Level Nine, even without sufficient resources, one could still become a Title Douluo. If one was in Spirit Hall, one might even have a chance to enter the Worship Hall.

Innate Level Ten, also known as Innate Full Soul Power, was hailed as a once-in-a-century talent. As long as one did not neglect cultivation, even if a pig were the teacher, becoming a Title Douluo would be easy.

Innate Level Twenty was beyond imagination. There had only ever been one such person. Even though that person had neglected cultivation, their Soul Power Level still ranked first among their peers. That was how terrifying it was.

While Ju Gui Douluo were delighted, they were also deeply worried. They did not get along with the Elder Hall. If the Elder Hall saw Bibi Han's terrifying talent, along with his Clear Sky Sect background, then perhaps...

After meeting his two grandfathers, Ju and Gui, Bibi Han left and returned to his room. He could barely wait, because after awakening his Martial Soul, he had heard a voice. Hello, transmigrator. I am here to distribute the Novice Gift Package. From now on, you will receive a gift package every ten levels.

You currently have two gift packages. Would you like to open them?

Bibi Han could not say anything there, but now, of course he opened them.

What would he get? Bibi Han was rather expectant.

Two beams of light landed in Bibi Han's hands. When he saw them, his eyes widened. For the first time in six years, he lost his composure. "Are you kidding me!?"

These two books were:

Complete Encyclopedia of Martial Souls

Complete Encyclopedia of Soul Beasts

What did he need these for? He had practically emptied Spirit Hall's library. These things were useless.

"Can they be changed?" Bibi Han asked.

"No. Now that the gift packages have been opened, this system should leave as well. From now on, once you reach every tenth level, the gift package will open automatically. Farewell."

The voice vanished, leaving Bibi Han completely dumbfounded.

He was probably the most embarrassing host of a Golden Finger ever. Forget it. He was already Innate Level Twenty, so what was there to be sad about?

"Little Han." A kindly voice came from outside. It was Mother.

"Mother, are you going to teach me how to cultivate?"

Mother smiled kindly. "Mother is taking you to meet someone."

"Who?" Bibi Han asked.

"Someone who can bring out your talent to the fullest."

Bibi Dong brought Bibi Han to an open area, where an Old Man was waiting for them.

The Old Man had white hair and a white beard and looked to be over eighty years old. He wore a golden robe embroidered in silver with a ferocious giant crocodile.

That attire? A Worship. That Martial Soul... Bibi Han knew who he was: Spirit Hall's Second Worship of the Worship Hall, the Rank 98 Golden Crocodile Douluo, the very man whose mentality would be shattered by Tang Hao's three hammer strikes in the future.

Golden Crocodile glanced at Bibi Dong before looking at him. His Pupils widened as he said in surprise, "Innate Full Soul Power, Level Twenty. It really is true!"

Then Golden Crocodile said mockingly, "Pope, this little brat is so fair and tender, and he wants to become my disciple? Heh heh."

Hearing this, Bibi Han grew even more displeased. This guy had disregarded his Mother the moment he appeared, and now he was openly mocking him as well.

Bibi Han replied, "An Old Man with one foot in the grave wants to be my Master?"

Golden Crocodile did not lower himself to Bibi Han's level. Instead, he looked at Bibi Dong. "Pope, is this how you teach children? How very polite."

He put particular emphasis on the word "polite."

Bibi Han stepped forward.

"My manners are only for certain people. Someone who shows no respect to my Mother still expects me to be polite?"

"Heh heh heh, you've got some character."

Then Golden Crocodile tossed something before them. It was a piece of clothing. He said to Bibi Han, "Put it on and run until I tell you to stop. Only then may you stop. Otherwise, you are not qualified to learn from me."

It was only a piece of clothing.

Bibi Han stepped forward and casually lifted it, but the garment did not budge.

It had some weight to it.

"What, you can't even lift a piece of clothing, yet you want to learn from me?" Golden Crocodile mocked again.

"Hmph, it's only a seventy-jin garment."

Bibi Han put it on and immediately began running in circles.

His shoulders and arms were under pressure. It was excellent training equipment.

Lap after lap, exhaustion frantically assailed his mind, but Bibi Han's pace did not slow.

Bibi Han knew very well that Mother and the Worship Hall could not stand each other. She had surely endured mockery and Byakugan for his sake this time. I'll show them how outstanding I am and slap them in the face.

He did not know how many laps he had run. His steps had become weak, and his breathing was ragged. He glanced at Mother, saw the concern in her eyes, and gave her a reassuring smile. Then he looked at Golden Crocodile. Though Golden Crocodile appeared calm on the surface, Bibi Han still caught the trace of surprise in his eyes. He gave him a provocative smile.

After that smile, he felt strength return to him. He continued accelerating until he had no strength left at all and collapsed.

At that moment, a figure appeared and caught Bibi Han. It was Bibi Dong.

"Second Worship." Bibi Dong's tone was extremely hostile.

"I'll take this disciple." Golden Crocodile was very decisive.

Bibi Han had fully met the standards in both running distance and Willpower. He agreed.