Bibi Dong's Shock

Meanwhile.

Qian Renxue was brought back to the Worship Hall by Qian Xunji.

Before she had even landed, her eyes were already red-rimmed.

She had clearly been the first to discover Chen Xing, and the first to rush to Spirit City. Why should she have to give everything to that woman?

Seeing that he was still holding her hand, she forcefully shook it off and shouted through tears.

"Grandpa! Why didn't you help me?"

"Ever since I was little, every decision you made favored that woman. I'm your real granddaughter!"

"You clearly know that if Chen Xing falls into her hands, she'll definitely train him into a tool against the Worship Hall. Why didn't you intervene?"

By the end, large tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Faced with his granddaughter's string of questions, Qian Daoliu's brows were knitted so tightly they could go no further.

Though he looked like a middle-aged man, his eyes were filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

"Xue'er..."

Words of comfort reached his lips, only for him to swallow them back down.

How could he not want to keep Chen Xing by his side? How could he not understand Bibi Dong's intentions?

But he could never forget what had happened back then...

Qian Xunji's actions had long been known to him. He had thought that, after so many years together as master and disciple, perhaps the two of them would naturally become a couple after the fact.

Thus, Qian Daoliu had clung to a sliver of hope, turning a blind eye to what his son had done.

Yet he had never expected Bibi Dong to be so stubborn. In the end, to take revenge, she had directly Devoured Qian Xunji while he was gravely injured!

Even Qian Renxue, the child of the two of them, had nearly died at her hands several times.

Therefore, even though Qian Daoliu knew why Bibi Dong was nurturing Chen Xing, his guilt over the past still made him choose to yield.

But this matter also concerned Qian Renxue...

Today's choice would surely plant resentment in her heart.

At that thought, his face seemed to age considerably in an instant.

The resolve in his eyes faded, replaced by even deeper despondency...

Unable to bear watching grandfather and granddaughter continue their standoff, Azure Luan stepped forward and pulled the aggrieved Qian Renxue aside.

"Xiao Xue... your grandfather has his own difficulties too."

"There are many things you don't understand yet. You'll understand when you're older..."

"What difficulties can't be spoken of? What difficulties require him to indulge that woman again and again..."

"I was clearly the one who found Chen Xing first..."

"Waaah..."

Ignoring Azure Luan's attempts to stop her, Qian Renxue ran straight out of the Worship Hall.

As Qian Daoliu watched her retreating figure, a faint glimmer flashed at the corner of his eye under the refracted sunlight.

Pope Hall.

Bibi Dong had already dismissed everyone else, leaving only Chen Xing and herself in the vast, empty hall.

The aura of authority around her emerged once more. She released Chen Xing's hand, then lifted his chin and began examining him closely.

The boy's bone age was indeed six, but he was clearly much taller than others his age.

That meant his physical constitution had definitely been strengthened.

Several strands of gold were mixed into his light-purple, tousled hair, lending him an added air of nobility.

Even within his dark-purple eyes, Golden Light faintly flowed.

Those two details were highly intriguing.

Bibi Dong guessed that the gold represented some kind of power, perhaps even a bloodline.

His brows and eyes resembled those of sword cultivators like Sword Douluo. Though his expression revealed a trace of timidity, he still possessed an unwavering sharpness.

After observing him for a long while, Bibi Dong finally spoke.

"Little one, release your Martial Soul."

Her red lips parted gracefully, and her voice was exceptionally elegant. Though her tone carried no emotion, Chen Xing still breathed a sigh of relief.

After being stared at for so long, if she had not spoken soon, he would not have been able to hold on.

Following Bibi Dong's request, he summoned his Martial Soul.

The Purple Imperial Bamboo Martial Soul appeared above his palm. A rich aura of life instantly spread outward from the boy at its center.

"Mm~"

A sudden sensation of comfort swept through her body. Bibi Dong could not hold it back and let out a soft moan.

The sound was especially distinct within the empty hall. Once she realized what had happened, a blush rapidly spread across her stunningly beautiful face.

Embarrassment and anger filled her purple eyes, while a brief flicker of panic appeared in her gaze.

It was no wonder. Bibi Dong had not felt such pure life energy in a very long time. In her memory, not even the Ye Clan's Nine Heart Begonia could achieve such an effect.

What exactly is the origin of this guy's Martial Soul...

As for Chen Xing, he feared that after hearing that sound, she might simply kill him to keep it secret.

He was so frightened that he barely dared to breathe.

Fortunately, after adjusting herself several times, Bibi Dong gradually adapted to the energy.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke to Chen Xing.

"Attack me with your Soul Skill!"

"Let me see your strength."

"Uh... will you fight back?"

"..."

The air suddenly fell silent.

Bibi Dong was helpless. Why was this kid so timid...

In the end, she could only say, "I won't fight back."

Only then did Chen Xing finally relax.

The Purple Imperial Bamboo above his palm fell into his hand, and a sharp Sword Intent instantly replaced the life energy.

All the life-attribute Soul Power that had dispersed through the air rapidly drew back in. The boy's purple hair fluttered without wind, while his eyes shone like two incandescent lamps, radiating a cold light.

Three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—appeared beneath his feet, slowly pulsing.

[First Soul Skill: Purple Imperial Sword Qi]

The yellow Soul Ring lit up. Soul Power enveloped the Purple Imperial Bamboo in the boy's hand, causing it to emit a faint white glow similar to that in his eyes.

Bibi Dong witnessed every one of these changes from close range, and her heart was already filled with shock.

How could a six-year-old boy possibly possess such an imposing presence?

As the Pope of Spirit Hall, she had seen countless geniuses.

There had been those with Innate Full Soul Power before, but even Qian Renxue wielding the Angel Holy Sword would likely have been unable to compare to Chen Xing now.

"Your Holiness! I'm going to attack. Please get ready."

Bibi Dong keenly noticed the change in the boy's tone. He had clearly looked timid just moments ago, so why was he now so cold? So cold that even the most basic respect was gone.

Before she could think it through, the boy's sword had already slashed toward her.

Purple Gold shadows were mixed into the white sword light as it rapidly expanded in her vision.

Bang!

After a dull impact, Bibi Dong's previously faintly helpless eyes were filled with shock.

Her pale-purple lips parted slightly as she stared at her arm in disbelief.

"What is this..."

"A bamboo stalk is actually this sharp."

A tear had been cut into the Purple Gold fabric on Bibi Dong's forearm, exposing the smooth skin beneath...

There was even a white mark on it.

Clearly, the power of that strike had already broken through Bibi Dong's first layer of Soul Power defense.

If her physical constitution had not been so formidable, it likely would have left a wound.