Bibi Dong's Killing Intent!

Tang San was shaken to the core, as if a new door had been opened before him.

In the simulation, he had relied on the fixed skills granted by Spirit Rings, yet he had never considered that a deep mastery of Martial Souls and Soul Power could allow him to achieve so much more!

Yet the next words that suddenly came from Fu Shiyan gave Tang San, who had just obtained his Spirit Ring, a violent start:

"Remember, that other Martial Soul of yours must not be given a single Spirit Ring before you reach the realm of a Title Douluo."

The words were like a thunderclap exploding beside Tang San's ears.

He instinctively looked toward Fu Shiyan, only to find his master's gaze calm, as though he were merely stating an utterly ordinary fact.

After a brief moment of shock, Tang San quickly accepted it.

In his heart, Master Fu Shiyan was a true theoretical Grandmaster and cultivation genius. Since he could tell at a glance that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls six years later in the simulation, it was not impossible for him to know now as well.

With that thought, Tang San hesitated no longer. With a thought, light flickered in his left palm, and a small jet-black hammer quietly appeared—the Clear Sky Hammer!

He had never intended to hide it from Fu Shiyan.

A master for a day, a father for life. He held absolute trust in this master who was like both teacher and father to him.

When Fu Shiyan saw the Clear Sky Hammer, his gaze indeed did not waver in the slightest. He merely warned him again:

"Remember my words.

Before you fully understand and master the essence of these two Martial Souls and the conflict between them, blindly adding Spirit Rings to the Clear Sky Hammer will do more harm than good."

"Yes! This disciple shall remember Master's teachings!"

Tang San answered solemnly.

The master and disciple spoke for a while longer, with Fu Shiyan mainly instructing Tang San to stabilize his cultivation and familiarize himself with his new Spirit Skill. Then, the two set off together on the road back to Nuoding Academy.

The scene shifted to Spirit City and the Pope Palace one day earlier.

An encrypted message was swiftly delivered to Pope Bibi Dong through a special channel.

When Bibi Dong saw that Yu Xiaogang had been targeted in a failed assassination attempt, a layer of frost instantly covered her exquisite face. A cold killing intent leaked out uncontrollably, making the deacon reporting below tremble.

However, when she saw that the assassin had actually been a six-year-old child, intense confusion flashed through her eyes.

"Have him come here personally and explain everything in detail!" she ordered coldly.

A day later, the Shadow Guard responsible for protecting Yu Xiaogang was urgently summoned to Spirit City to report.

This Shadow Guard possessed a special Martial Soul—the Shadow Martial Soul—which allowed him to blend perfectly into shadows. His fifth Spirit Skill even allowed short-range shadow teleportation. He had considerable potential, but due to the limits of his talent, he was still only a level sixty-five Soul Emperor at the age of seventy-six.

Within the solemn Pope Palace, the Shadow Guard knelt on one knee and told Bibi Dong everything he had seen and heard without withholding a thing.

As the Shadow Guard spoke, especially when she heard that the silver-haired, black-clad youth, who appeared to be no more than eighteen, had completely subdued him—a level sixty-five agility-attack Soul Emperor—with a casual move, without even summoning his Martial Soul or using a Spirit Skill, Bibi Dong could no longer remain seated. She abruptly rose from the Pope's throne!

"Are you certain he is only eighteen?!"

Bibi Dong's voice was sharply incredulous. "You are a level sixty-eight Soul Emperor!

How could you possibly have been subdued so easily by an eighteen-year-old youth?

He did not even use his Martial Soul? Absurd!"

Yet as she looked at the Shadow Guard's unwavering gaze, which even carried lingering fear, Bibi Dong had no choice but to gradually accept this inconceivable fact.

Her expression became extraordinarily grave.

A mysterious expert of only eighteen, yet capable of effortlessly crushing a Soul Emperor...

What that represented...

But compared with that mysterious expert, she was more concerned about Yu Xiaogang's safety, as well as the child who had dared to attack him!

That six-year-old child...

Killing intent filled Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes as she thought, whether it was a misunderstanding or not, no matter how young he was, since he had posed a threat to Yu Xiaogang, he could not be allowed to live!

In her heart, even if there were only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, she would not allow any danger to exist near Yu Xiaogang.

As for whether that child was innocent? It was not within the scope of her consideration.

"As for that silver-haired youth..."

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment. "Investigate his origins and background as thoroughly as possible. If he can be recruited, offer him generous terms.

If not... we shall decide later."

It would naturally be best if such a young genius could be brought under her command.

However, when she heard what the Shadow Guard said next and learned that Tang San had rejected Yu Xiaogang's offer to take him as a disciple, choosing instead to acknowledge that silver-haired youth as his master, Bibi Dong immediately snorted coldly:

"What an ungrateful wretch!

Xiao Gang was willing to take him as a disciple despite their past grievances, yet he dared to refuse!"

And when she heard how Fu Shiyan had, at the academy gates, methodically and irrefutably refuted Yu Xiaogang's so-called core theories layer by layer, reducing them to nothing and ultimately infuriating Yu Xiaogang until he vomited blood and fainted, the expression on her face turned exceptionally grim.

By this point, Bibi Dong had long become almost obsessive. Yu Xiaogang was the only light and fixation in her dark heart.

Even if the facts were laid bare before her, even if Yu Xiaogang's theories truly were riddled with flaws, she would selectively ignore them and even hate those who had humiliated Yu Xiaogang all the more.

In her eyes, the world was at fault—not Yu Xiaogang.

"Find out the identity of that silver-haired youth, and...

Kill the child named Tang San!

As for the Grandmaster...

Send additional personnel. Ensure his safety at all costs. Anyone suspicious who approaches him may be killed first and reported afterward!"

Bibi Dong finally gave the order, her tone filled with unquestionable killing intent and protectiveness.

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

The Shadow Guard in the shadows accepted the order and quietly withdrew.

Only Bibi Dong remained in the Pope Palace, seated high upon the Pope's throne. Her deep gaze was fixed in the direction of Nuoding City, while her fingers unconsciously tapped against the armrest and she murmured:

"Xiao Gang..."

Back at the entrance to Nuoding Academy, Fu Shiyan did not enter alongside Tang San.

"I shall see you off here."

Fu Shiyan stopped and instructed Tang San,

"You should return and properly consolidate what you gained today.

Remember, you must not slack off in cultivating Soul Power. You must also divide your attention toward practicing precise control over your Martial Soul.

I will come test you again in three days."

"Yes, Master! This disciple will certainly work hard!"

Tang San answered respectfully and watched Fu Shiyan turn away. Only after the silver-haired, black-clad figure disappeared around the street corner did he take a deep breath and step into Nuoding Academy.

Fu Shiyan did not go far. He returned directly to the elegant residence that the Nuoding City Lord had "generously sponsored."

As night fell, all was silent.

A black shadow quietly arrived outside the courtyard where Fu Shiyan lived.

At that moment, several clumps of Blue Silver Grass that he had deliberately planted in the courtyard gave off faint pulses of life beneath the moonlight, and all began to sway slightly in unison.

Fu Shiyan slowly opened his half-closed eyes. There was no surprise in them, as though he had been waiting for this moment all along.

He lifted the clear tea at his side and took a sip. Facing the courtyard gate, he spoke in a calm tone. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly pierced the night:

"Since His Excellency Haotian is here, why not come in and have a seat?"