End of Semester, Return to Martial Soul Hall

"Mother, you've finally arrived. I've missed you to death this past year."

"Cut the act. Don't change the subject. Let me ask you—who was that girl?"

"Uh..."

Faced with Bibi Dong's inquiry, Qin Chuan was uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

"She's Jing Hongchen's granddaughter." Qian Renxue unhesitatingly threw Qin Chuan under the carriage.

"Jing Hongchen's granddaughter?!" Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback, then looked at her expressionless son with keen interest, teasing with a smile, "Not bad, kid. You've even managed to charm the granddaughter of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy's headmaster. That'll save you a lot of detours in the future."

Qin Chuan shook his head slightly. "I did it all for you, sacrificing my looks. Besides, it's not realistic for me to find a wife from Shrek Academy or some other force in the future."

Bibi Dong understood that everything Qin Chuan did was for the sake of Martial Soul Hall. She ruffled her son's little head, and the four of them promptly left Bright Capital.

Deep in the mountains and forests.

"System, open a passage to the parallel time and space's Martial Soul Hall." Qin Chuan silently recited in his mind.

"Ding-dong. One hundred Snow Hatred Value deducted. Current Snow Hatred Value: 510,800."

A black hole abruptly appeared, swallowing the four of them. Their figures vanished in an instant, leaving this era behind.

In the parallel time and space, a black hole suddenly materialized above Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong landed safely with Qin Chuan in her arms. Ye Guyi and Qian Renxue, with angel wings sprouting from their backs, returned to the long-missed Martial Soul Hall. After the three women reverted to their original appearances, the commotion quickly drew attention.

"Greetings, Pope Your Holiness, Little Young Master, Young Master, Miss Ye."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly. "Enough. Nothing major. We've just emerged from seclusion. Everyone, go about your own business."

The crowd dispersed.

Officially, it was announced that Bibi Dong was in seclusion, but in truth, she had traveled to the main world's Douluo Continent ten thousand years later. This information was known only to a few elders; even Bibi Dong's disciple, Hu Liena, was kept in the dark.

Elder Hall.

Upon learning of the four's return, Qian Daoliu could no longer sit still and took the initiative to welcome them back.

Within Pope Hall, Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, Qin Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Ye Guyi sat in a circle.

"So this is a Soul Tool?" Qian Daoliu toyed with the Grade 7 Soul Tool Moon-Slashing Blade, obtained by Bibi Dong from an auction. When he infused it with soul power, the blade gleamed with a blood-red light, its edge razor-sharp.

"This is just the tip of the iceberg."

Bibi Dong then produced a Starlight Sapphire Ring and smiled. "During the year I was hunted, I paid a visit to the Star Luo Empire's armory. I took nearly a hundred flying Soul Tools. That Star Luo Emperor must be furious."

"You were hunted?" Qian Daoliu looked at her in disbelief.

"I impersonated the Holy Spirit Cult, killed some high-ranking figures on the Douluo Continent, eliminated one Title Douluo from each of the three empires, and a number of inner-court students from Shrek Academy." Bibi Dong spoke casually. If not for the sheer number of pursuers, she could have turned the entire Douluo Continent upside down long ago.

Hearing Bibi Dong's glorious record, Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi gasped in shock.

Only Qin Chuan remained unfazed. Every time Bibi Dong killed someone, a voice notification played in his ear.

"Inside this are one hundred Grade 5 Milk Bottles for restoring soul power..."

"This is the Grade 7 Soul Tool Absolute Barrier, the Grade 7 Soul Tool Hell Mayfly Cannon, the Grade 7 Soul Tool Earth-Splitting Spear..."

Bibi Dong listed off numerous Grade 7 Soul Tools like counting family treasures, but there was no sign of any Grade 8 Soul Tools. Even at auctions, Grade 8 Soul Tools were rarely seen.

Soon, the open space in Pope Hall gradually piled up into a small mountain.

Rare metals, various Soul Tools—countless items from Grade 4 to Grade 6, many of which Bibi Dong had stolen by infiltrating the military camps of the three empires.

As for Soul Cannon Shells and Soul Cannons, there were a full ten thousand Grade 5 Fixed Soul Cannon Shells alone.

"This is a small armory from the Star Luo Empire's Western Army Group. I cleaned it out completely."

Everyone was expressionless. Qian Daoliu finally understood why Bibi Dong had been hunted across the continent over the past year. If he had lost that much, he would have done the same.

What came next was the real heavyweight.

Bibi Dong produced a black briefcase and said smugly, "This is a Grade 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell. I got it from the Holy Spirit Cult."

"A Grade 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell?" Qian Daoliu was puzzled.

"A Grade 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell!" Qin Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Ye Guyi were all stunned, instinctively shrinking back.

Bibi Dong shot them an annoyed glance and snorted, "That cowardly?"

"Don't joke around. This is a Grade 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell. One mistake and the entire Pope Hall—even all of Martial Soul Hall—could be finished." Qin Chuan felt that Bibi Dong was being utterly domineering at this moment, and he truly understood that when she let loose completely, there was nothing she wouldn't do.

After truly coming into contact with Soul Tools, Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi also grasped the weight of a Grade 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell.

Hearing Qin Chuan's words, Qian Daoliu shook his head helplessly. "Put it away."

"Boring." Bibi Dong stored the black briefcase back into the Starlight Sapphire Ring, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This thing was originally held by the Holy Spirit Cult's Sleep Nightmare Douluo. He wanted me to join the cult, thinking I had no way out. Instead, I pulled a fast one. Even without his interference, I could have left safely."

In the end, it was Sleep Nightmare Douluo who suffered. Not only did all of the Holy Spirit Cult's information leak, but he also lost a Grade 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell. For the greater good of Martial Soul Hall, the Holy Spirit Cult had to bear the burden.

Qian Daoliu took the list of Holy Spirit Cult members, along with their Martial Souls and Soul Power Levels, that Bibi Dong handed him. One glance, and his expression turned unprecedentedly grave.

"Old Ancestor, you've located the Holy Spirit Cult's lair—where exactly is it?" Ye Guyi asked, her expression agitated.

"Guyi, I know you're burning for revenge, but right now you're only a Soul Elder. Going there would be nothing but throwing your life away. I can promise you this: the Holy Spirit Cult will be utterly dismantled in the future, even if I don't lift a hand..."

Bibi Dong's gaze carried meaning as she glanced at the expressionless Qian Daoliu.

In that moment, Ye Guyi's heart found peace.

Qian Daoliu, martial soul Six-Winged Angel, ninety-ninth-rank Limit Douluo—the sternest father the Evil Soul Masters had ever known.

"Alright, for now, let's discuss the future direction of Martial Soul Hall."

"Vigorously develop Soul Tools, achieving the integration of Soul Tools and Soul Masters." Qian Daoliu spoke.

"No objections from me." Qian Renxue nodded.

"I... have no objections either." Ye Guyi said quietly.

"Vigorously developing Soul Tools is an inevitable course, but the key problem is that we have no teachers. We can't exactly dispatch large numbers of Martial Soul Hall disciples to study in the Sun Moon Empire ten thousand years from now—that would inevitably draw their attention."