Titled Douluo, Peerless Prodigy!

As the prompt faded, Gu Qing felt a surge of cool energy pour into the center of his brow.

His spiritual power instantly expanded outward, and every rustle of wind or movement within a radius of several dozen miles fell under his perception, clear and distinct.

Immediately following, the system's voice rang out once more.

[Host's soul power has been detected at level ninety.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a special talent!]

[Exclusive skill for Dark-type Blue Silver Grass: Dark Night Blood Storm!]

A vast amount of information regarding the skill flooded into his mind.

Gu Qing closed his eyes, rapidly digesting the usage and potency of this new ability.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

It had been eighteen years in total.

Since Gu Qing transmigrated into this world, he had been adopted by Bibi Dong and simultaneously awakened this Sign-in System.

For these eighteen years, he had persisted in signing in every single day.

Through the system, he had continuously obtained pure soul power, various rare high-grade medicinal pills, and numerous formidable skills.

These accumulations had forged the strength he possessed today.

A level ninety Titled Douluo!

If anyone were to see the soul rings on Gu Qing's body right now, they would surely be so terrified their legs would go weak.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red!

Six ten-thousand-year soul rings, two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts!

Such a terrifying soul ring configuration simply defied all conventional logic.

However, Gu Qing had remained in this back mountain in secluded cultivation for many years, keeping an extremely low profile.

Very little information about him had circulated in the outside world.

The vast majority of people within Martial Soul Hall did not even know what he looked like; they only knew that the Pope had an adopted son whom she doted on immensely.

"My soul power has now reached the level ninety bottleneck."

Gu Qing retracted his martial soul from his palm, pondering to himself.

"It is time to prepare to absorb the ninth soul ring."

Just as Gu Qing was calculating where to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to serve as his ninth soul ring, a soft sound of footsteps drifted in from outside the valley.

Gu Qing looked up.

He saw that Bibi Dong had shed her magnificent Pope's regalia, changing into a form-fitting purple dress, and was walking toward him with graceful steps.

Her beauty was peerless; time had left no marks on her face, instead imbuing her with an aura of ultimate, mature charm.

Her fair skin shimmered with a warm, gentle luster under the sunlight.

Upon seeing Bibi Dong, Gu Qing's eyes lit up instantly.

Without a moment's hesitation, he strode forward to meet her.

Reaching her, Gu Qing opened his arms and pulled Bibi Dong tightly into an embrace.

"Aunt Dong!"

Gu Qing's tone was affectionate, brimming with reliance and joy.

Bibi Dong's figure was incredibly sultry, and her proud curves were pressed into a breathtaking arc by Gu Qing's embrace.

Being held so directly by Gu Qing, Bibi Dong felt not a shred of displeasure; instead, her eyes were filled with maternal tenderness.

She slowly raised her hand, stroking Gu Qing's back with extreme gentleness.

Her movements were as soft as if she were soothing a pampered kitten.

Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, looking up at Gu Qing's handsome face, which was now half a head taller than her own, and a wave of emotion rose in her heart.

"In the blink of an eye, you have actually grown this tall."

Bibi Dong's voice was gentle and melodious, completely devoid of the coldness she displayed toward Qian Renxue in the Pope Palace.

"In front of Aunt Dong, I will always be a child who never grows up."

Gu Qing smiled, released his arms, and took the opportunity to take hold of Bibi Dong's soft, smooth hand.

"Aunt Dong, the wind is strong outside."

"Come, let's go inside and talk."

With that, Gu Qing led Bibi Dong by the hand, walking straight toward the quiet wooden house within the valley.

Bibi Dong allowed him to lead her, walking by Gu Qing's side with her gaze fixed constantly on his profile, her eyes filled with nothing but doting affection.

Hand in hand, the two walked side by side into the quiet wooden house.

The room was simply furnished, yet kept spotless, exuding the warmth of a place inhabited year-round.

Gu Qing took the opportunity to pull Bibi Dong down to sit at the table.

His gaze never once strayed from the beautiful figure beside him.

"Aunt Dong."

"A busy person like you, usually so elusive, how do you have the time to come visit me in person today?"

As Gu Qing spoke, he picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, skillfully pouring a cup of hot tea.

The tea was clear, steam rising in curling wisps.

He placed the cup steadily in front of Bibi Dong.

As he leaned in closer, the intoxicating, subtle fragrance unique to a mature woman drifted from Bibi Dong, straight into Gu Qing's nose.

"Besides, how is it that I find Aunt Dong looking more radiant than ever?"

"This face, this figure."

"If you were to walk out like this, I fear you'd captivate every man in the world."

A smile played on the corners of Gu Qing's mouth, his tone carrying a hint of intimate teasing.

Hearing this blunt praise, the jade-like hand Bibi Dong had just reached out to take the teacup paused slightly.

A rare trace of bashfulness flashed across her face, which was usually defined by majesty.

In the Pope Palace, with all officials bowing their heads, who would dare speak to her in such a frivolous tone?

Only this brat, whom she had raised with her own hands, was always so irreverent.

"You little rascal."

Bibi Dong shot Gu Qing a reproachful glare, yet her eyes and brows were filled with pleased amusement.

"You've been in seclusion for so long, I don't know how much your cultivation has improved."

"But that tongue of yours has certainly gotten sweeter."

Being lectured by Bibi Dong in such a way, Gu Qing showed no fear.

He sat down brazenly on the wooden chair opposite her, crossing his hands behind his head.

"I'm only speaking the absolute truth."

With the small talk finished, the atmosphere in the room gradually quieted down.

Bibi Dong held the warm teacup in both hands, her gaze deep as she looked at the handsome young man across from her.

After a long while, she let out a soft sigh.

"Qing'er, the reason I specifically came to find you today is that there is a serious matter I must inform you of."

Bibi Dong set down the teacup, her expression turning exceptionally grave in an instant.

"I want you to marry Qian Renxue."

This short sentence echoed through the room.

Gu Qing, who had been enjoying the leisurely moment, froze abruptly.

He lowered his arms, leaned his body slightly forward, and raised his eyebrows.

His gaze revealed a mixture of scrutiny and surprise.

"Aunt Dong."

"Are you serious?"

Gu Qing was very clear about Qian Renxue's identity.

She was the Young Master of Martial Soul Hall, and the biological flesh and blood of the Pope before him.

Bibi Dong looked straight into Gu Qing's eyes, showing no sign that she was joking.

Only she knew best in her heart just how dire the condition of her current body had become.

The inheritance of the Rakshasa God was accompanied by pain beyond what an ordinary person could imagine.

Those vast and extremely evil energies were eroding her meridians and soul day and night.

Her body was deteriorating by the day.

If she could not successfully ascend to godhood, she actually had very few years of life left.

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong slowly stood up.

She walked around the table to Gu Qing's side.

She reached out those slender, fair hands and, with the utmost tenderness, touched Gu Qing's cheek once more.

Her movements were filled with an inseparable attachment and trust.