Beautiful Master

"Rise!"

Bibi Dong waved her jade-like hand, and a surge of Soul Power stopped Shang An from kneeling.

She then turned to look at Gui Mei beside her.

"Elder Gui, you've worked hard. Go rest first."

"Yes."

Gui Mei lowered his head and answered respectfully before rising and leaving the hall.

After Gui Mei left, Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon Shang An. The child looked adorable and charming, his entire body radiating an approachable aura.

His plump little face made people want to pinch it a few times. At that moment, he was staring at her with wide eyes, looking her up and down.

Bibi Dong was not angered. If anyone else had dared to look at her like that, she would have long since slapped them to death. But Shang An was only a six-year-old child. What bad intentions could a child possibly have?

Besides, Shang An was so adorable, and even she found the aura around him comforting.

The two stared at each other for quite a while before Bibi Dong finally stood and walked toward Shang An with her tall, perfect figure.

"Your name is Shang An?"

Bibi Dong looked down at the impossibly adorable child before her. She had not felt much from afar, but upon approaching him, she discovered that he radiated a tranquil, approachable aura.

Standing by his side, it felt as though even one's soul had been purified. Ever since that incident, her heart had been clouded with dust. It had been a long time since she had felt like this.

Bibi Dong's tone unconsciously softened.

"I'll call you Xiao An."

"Okay, pretty sister."

"Sister? You're calling me sister?"

Bibi Dong could not help but laugh. Given her age, she could already be his mother.

Looking at the adorable child before her, she could not help thinking of that child again. She wondered how she was doing now. Her feelings toward that child were extremely complicated. If she said she loved her, then every time she saw her, she was reminded of that humiliating incident. If she said she hated her, that child was still flesh of her flesh!

"Of course. Dean Grandma told me that when I meet a beautiful woman, I should call her sister. And sister is the most, most, most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Shang An's words interrupted Bibi Dong's wandering thoughts. He was looking up at her, his pitch-black eyes filled with innocence.

"You smooth-talking little brat."

Bibi Dong gave a soft rebuke, but she could not help feeling pleased. No woman disliked being called beautiful.

However, ever since Bibi Dong became the Pope, her majesty had grown increasingly imposing. Her subordinates trembled whenever they saw her, much less dared to speak to her so "boldly."

Now, she had actually been called sister by a child. Though she did not say it aloud, she was quite pleased.

Perhaps only children, who knew nothing, dared speak to her like this. If anyone else were so presumptuous, she would probably slap them into a pile of mush.

Of course, that was only because she did not know that Shang An's thoughts were even more presumptuous—that he regarded her as his future wife. Otherwise, Shang An might not have made it out of the Pope Palace alive.

"Xiao An, release your Martial Soul and let me see it."

Shang An obediently extended his right hand. A bead wrapped in chaotic-colored currents appeared in his palm, carrying a feeling as though it could evolve all things. However, it no longer possessed the overwhelming pressure it had displayed during its first awakening.

"It really is a god-level Martial Soul!"

Bibi Dong stared in shock at the incomparably mysterious bead surrounded by chaotic-colored currents. She could sense the immense power contained within it, just like that annoying child's Martial Soul.

No! It was even stronger.

Although she had long known that Shang An possessed Innate Soul Power at rank twenty and was highly likely to have a god-level Martial Soul, she was still greatly shocked upon seeing it for herself.

After all, a god-level Martial Soul was not something that could be produced through mutation alone.

Thus far, only two god-level Martial Souls were known in the world: the Qian Clan's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and the Sea God Martial Soul of Sea God Island's Grand Pontiff.

There had never been a precedent of an ordinary person mutating into a god-level Martial Soul.

Thinking of the child's orphan status, Bibi Dong considered sending someone to investigate Shang An's origins and see whether they could find any clues.

"Xiao An, what is your Martial Soul called?"

"Taiyi Bead!"

Shang An still intended to use the name of the bead artifact he had personally refined in his previous life.

"Taiyi Bead, Taiyi Bead."

Bibi Dong repeated the name, feeling that it somehow sounded profound despite being difficult to understand.

"Xiao An, are you willing to take me as your master?"

Take her as his master? Shang An pondered inwardly. Ever since he had been taken in by the Martial Soul Hall Orphanage, he had been destined to be bound to Spirit Hall. Moreover, Spirit Hall was wealthy and powerful, which would greatly benefit both his cultivation and research.

As a genius with a god-level Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power at rank twenty, even if he did not wish to join Spirit Hall, Spirit Hall would never simply let him leave.

Besides, given the age and talent he had displayed, Spirit Hall would at least arrange for a Title Douluo to teach him. Rather than taking a bunch of old men as masters, he might as well choose a beautiful master who was both powerful and pleasing to the eye.

And in the twenty-first century of his previous life, there was nothing impossible about a teacher and a student... Ahem, he was getting carried away.

"I am the Pope of Spirit Hall. If you become my disciple, I will nurture you with Spirit Hall's finest resources."

Bibi Dong continued speaking to Shang An.

Coming back to his senses, Shang An raised his head and looked at the faintly expectant Bibi Dong. He flashed a sweet smile, then immediately performed the formal ceremony of taking a master.

"Master!"

"Very good, Xiao An. From now on, you are my second disciple."

"You have an elder martial sister who is six years older than you. However, she is still studying at Wuhundian Advanced Spirit Master Academy. I'll bring you to meet her next time."

Elder martial sister? A certain little fox appeared in Shang An's mind. Although Bibi Dong had not said it, Shang An knew that this elder martial sister was probably Hu Liena.

One of Spirit Hall's future Golden Generation, though she was a bit of a hopeless romantic.

Or rather, all three beauties of Spirit Hall were somewhat hopeless romantics. Even before Bibi Dong died, she was still thinking about Yu Dash. As for Hu Liena, despite being an enemy, she had tipped Tang San off during Bibi Dong's final battle with him.

Qian Renxue had recruited the son of her father's murderer despite "letting bygones be bygones," and after becoming a god, she repeatedly held back while pursuing Tang San.

It could be said that if Qian Renxue had been a man, Tang San would never have been able to act so arrogantly.

But since Shang An had arrived, he naturally would not allow any of those things to happen again.

Although he held no particular prejudice against Tang San, since they were destined to become enemies, Third Brother would have to suffer a little.

"Xiao An, from today onward, you are your master's second personal disciple."

Seeing Shang An agree, Bibi Dong was also rather happy. With a flick of her hand, a silver-white ring adorned with exquisite patterns appeared.

"This is the storage Soul Tool your master used when I was the Martial Soul Hall Saintess. It is called Moonfall Star and can store living creatures. Consider it the first gift your master gives you upon accepting you as a disciple. Of course, you may also rename it."

"No need. I think the name is quite good."

Shang An accepted the storage Soul Tool. Storage artifacts had also been rare magical treasures in his previous life. Even after Shang An had looted the major sects, he had only possessed a few. Unfortunately, all of them had been destroyed during his transmigration.

However, Douluo Continent had quite a few of them. Although the method of making them had been lost, many had still been passed down, and one could buy them as long as one had money.

But the one Bibi Dong had given him was naturally no ordinary item. Not only did it contain one hundred cubic meters of space, but it could also store living creatures. It was leagues beyond that Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges.

Thinking this, he put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand. After all, it was a gift from his future wife.

Naturally, Bibi Dong did not understand that meaning. Seeing Shang An accept it, she nodded in satisfaction and took his hand as she led him outside.

"Xiao An, I'll first take you to choose a residence."

"A residence? Aren't I living with Master? At the orphanage, we all lived together."

Shang An knowingly asked.

"Of course not. You are now the Pope's disciple, so you will naturally have a palace in Spirit City for you to live in. But since you are still young, you may also choose to stay in your master's palace, which will make it easier for me to teach you."

Bibi Dong covered her mouth and laughed softly. For some reason, being around Shang An made even her mood brighten considerably.

"Then that's great. I want to live with Master."

Shang An's eyes lit up as he spoke with obvious impatience.

Inside the Worship Hall, a handsome, dashing man with golden hair who appeared to be in his thirties stood before the Angel Statue.

He was one of the world's three greatest experts, the rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo and Spirit Hall's Grand Pontiff, Qian Daoliu.

Behind Qian Daoliu, a black-robed man knelt on one knee with a devout expression.

"Innate Soul Power at rank twenty, and a mysterious bead Martial Soul?"

"Yes, Grand Pontiff. This is today's Martial Soul assessment report, along with Shang An's detailed information."

The black-robed man hurriedly took out a stack of papers and respectfully presented them. They contained Shang An's detailed information.

Qian Daoliu waved his right hand, and Soul Power wrapped around the papers and sent them flying into his hand.

Shang An, male

Martial Soul: Bead (suspected god-level Martial Soul)

Innate Soul Power: Rank twenty

Origin: Unknown. He was initially discovered by Spirit Hall Purple-Robed Deacon Westin on a road outside Spirit City. No one claimed him. He grew up in the Martial Soul Hall Orphanage and had a withdrawn personality. He enjoyed reading...

At the same time, this report was also delivered into Bibi Dong's hands, and she frowned.