My Name Is Bibi Dong, I Have Been Reborn...

A few days later, Martial Soul City, Pope Hall.

Having returned to headquarters, Qian Daoliu distributed the immortal herbs as instructed before immediately announcing his seclusion.

He dove headfirst into a secret chamber deep within the Elder Hall to obsess over Soul Tool arrays.

Who would have thought the old man was a technician at heart?

Meanwhile, Qian Xunji leaned back comfortably in the spacious, plush chair exclusive to the Pope.

He had changed into dark-gold casual robes, his white hair draped loosely over his shoulders, exuding an aura that was both languid and dangerous.

If someone wanted to study, let them; for one, the current level of Soul Tools was too low to be of any use to him.

For another, he preferred using finished products.

"Report—"

The heavy bronze doors of the grand hall were pushed open. A red-robed bishop in charge of grassroots intelligence hurried in, kneeling on one knee with an excited expression.

"Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope, the Martial Soul awakening ceremonies for all subordinate villages have concluded this year.

The branch hall has sent an urgent secret report: in a remote small town, we have discovered a rare genius!"

Qian Xunji's eyelids lifted slightly as he nonchalantly rotated the white jade ring on his thumb. "Rare? How rare? Innate Full Soul Power?"

"It is not just Innate Full Soul Power!"

The red-robed bishop swallowed hard, struggling to suppress the tremor in his voice.

"That girl is a once-in-a-century Twin Martial Souls prodigy on the Douluo Continent! Furthermore, according to the preliminary assessment by the branch hall master, both of her Martial Souls are top-tier beast Martial Souls, namely... the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor!"

Click.

Qian Xunji's movement of rotating the ring stopped instantly.

Twin Martial Souls?

Spiders?

And both are Spider Emperors?

The air pressure in the previously empty and silent Pope Hall seemed to drop sharply at that moment.

The red-robed bishop kneeling on the ground felt a chill run down his spine, not daring to even breathe loudly.

He assumed His Holiness the Pope was shocked by such heaven-defying talent.

But what he did not know was that at this moment, Qian Xunji, sitting high on the throne, was having the plot of the original work flash frantically through his mind.

Bibi Dong...

This name seemed to carry a sense of destiny.

She was the core madwoman of the original Douluo Continent, and the fuse that led to the ultimate destruction of Martial Soul Hall.

Most importantly, for the original owner of this body, Qian Xunji, this woman was a death warrant in every sense of the word.

The title of "Secret Room Douluo" came because of her, and the final fate of being swallowed alive was also a "gift" from her.

According to the original timeline, Qian Xunji had taken a fancy to her talent, accepted her as his direct disciple, and taught her with great care, only to raise an ingrate, eventually brewing a tragedy that was both incredibly melodramatic and perverted.

"Heh."

A low, soft chuckle emanated from the throne.

Qian Xunji slowly stood up. He felt no fear, nor did he have the impatience to nip the danger in the bud.

On the contrary, his eyes shimmered with a light called "excitement."

He was no longer the original Qian Xunji...

"Your Holiness?" The red-robed bishop cautiously raised his head and called out tentatively.

Qian Xunji looked down at him from above, the corners of his mouth curling into an evil, charming arc, his dark purple eyes filled with anticipation.

"Go, issue my decree. Prepare the highest-spec carriage and procession."

"This Seat shall personally go to that small town to bring this genius back to Martial Soul Hall."

My name is Bibi Dong.

I have been reborn.

Reborn to the second before my death at Jialing Pass in my previous life...

The cold sensation of the Asura Demon Sword piercing through my chest seemed to still linger deep within my heart.

That overbearing, unreasonable power of the Asura God shredded every shred of my vitality.

In the final instant before my consciousness plunged into boundless darkness, I saw Xue'er's heart-wrenching cries, saw the look of relief on Yu Xiaogang's face, and saw the disgusting, high-and-mighty expression of Tang San, as if he were the judge of all sins in this world.

I hate.

I hate the injustice of fate, I hate Tang San's hypocrisy, and I hate even more the man who ruined my life—Qian Xunji!

If not for that dark, sunless secret chamber, if not for that bowl of drugged soup, I should have been the most sacred Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, possessing the brightest and most brilliant life.

My entire life was forced toward the darkness, eventually transforming me into a disgusting Rakshasa, ending in a fate where everyone turned their backs on me.

"Little girl, you... you put your hand on it, test your Soul Power again."

A voice filled with shock and stuttering pulled me abruptly from the abyss of hatred back to reality.

I slowly opened my eyes, my vision shifting from blurry to clear.

There was no Jialing Pass flowing with rivers of blood, no Asura Demon Sword.

What met my eyes was the dilapidated, leaking wooden ceiling, the pungent smell of low-quality calming incense, and a middle-aged man standing before me, wearing the robes of a bottom-tier deacon of Martial Soul Hall, trembling as he held a crystal ball.

I looked down at my own hands. They were the hands of a six-year-old child—tender, pale, with faint, purple-black spiderweb patterns appearing on the backs of them.

Twin Martial Souls.

Death Spider Emperor, Soul-Eater Spider Emperor.

Innate Full Soul Power.

I had actually returned to the day of my Martial Soul awakening.

After a brief moment of bewilderment, ecstasy and extreme cold intertwined in my heart.

Heaven finally opened its eyes and gave me a chance to start over.

The current me is not the high-and-mighty yet abandoned Empress of the Martial Soul Empire, but merely a six-year-old girl who has just awakened her Martial Soul.

And according to the trajectory of my previous life, very soon, the high-and-mighty Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Xunji, will receive the report and personally condescend to come to this remote town to take me back to that golden cage.

"Qian Xunji..." I chewed on the name silently in my heart, a bloodthirsty sneer curling the corners of my lips.

In my previous life, I was grateful for his patronage and revered him like a father, only to receive hellish torture in return.

In this life, since I have returned with all the memories of my past and my insights into the power of the Rakshasa God, I will never let that tragedy repeat itself.

I will pretend to be an ignorant, peerless genius, obediently follow him back to Martial Soul Hall, and use the resources he provides to cultivate crazily.

Once my wings are fully grown, I will crush his bones bit by bit, drain his Soul Power dry, and make him taste that feeling of being worse than dead, of falling into the abyss!

By then, who could stop me from being with Xiaogang...

"Uncle, is my Martial Soul very strange? Am I a monster?"

I skillfully concealed the killing intent and resentment in my eyes, slightly hunched my shoulders, and looked up at the deacon with large, wet, helpless eyes.

The deacon was so excited his face turned red, and he waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no, no, child, you are not a monster; you are a true peerless genius! You wait here obediently; I have already reported this to the branch hall, and a big shot will come to pick you up very soon!"

I nodded obediently and retreated into the shadows of the corner, like a young spider that had retracted its fangs, silently waiting for its prey to approach.

Come, Qian Xunji.

I am here, waiting for you.