Meanwhile,
On an imperial road less than a hundred miles from the town.
A luxurious carriage, pulled by four fine steeds bearing the bloodline of the Light Unicorn, rolled smoothly along,
The carriage was lined with precious ten-thousand-year snow ferret fur. Qian Xunji lounged lazily against the cushioned couch, holding a glass of crimson wine.
His long, pale hair fell loosely around him, and his dark purple eyes held a trace of boredom.
Now that he knew the future Rakshasa God waiting for him in the town ahead was his "good disciple," Bibi Dong,
Qian Xunji had spent the whole journey plotting how to keep the woman in line.
Kill her outright? What a waste,
A fine specimen like her would be wasted if he didn't make use of her. It would hardly befit his status as a transmigrator,
Take her back to Spirit Hall and brainwash her from childhood? That wasn't reliable either,
In the original story, the woman had been born with a rebellious streak and a love-addled heart. If she fell for some useless man one day and turned around to bite him, that would be a nuisance.
Just as Qian Xunji was weighing the pros and cons, the system's cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind. This time, however, the alert made his hand freeze around his wineglass.
[High-Level Warning]
[An extremely strong spatiotemporal anomaly has been detected in the soul of the original story's central antagonist and fated enemy, 'Bibi Dong.']
[System assessment: Target 'Bibi Dong' has been confirmed as a second-life reincarnator! She retains her previous life's God Level combat experience and all memories of hatred.]
"Pfft—cough, cough, cough..."
Qian Xunji choked on a mouthful of red wine and coughed without a shred of dignity.
What the hell? A second-life reincarnator?
He set down his glass, the corner of his eye twitching hard twice. What kind of insane difficulty spike was this?
If she'd been reborn, would Tang San have been reborn too? What about Qian Renxue...
He had no time to think it through. He had to face the problem at hand.
He'd thought he was going to pick up a naïve six-year-old girl,
someone he could easily fool with a few capitalist brainwashing tricks,
but the system was telling him that inside that six-year-old's body was a max-level character—a Rakshasa God empress who had fought through the brutal battle at Jialing Pass and hated him to the bone?
And now he was supposed to bring her back to Spirit Hall?
That wasn't taking on a disciple. That was inviting a living ancestor home and worshipping her,
With a personality that was both twisted and obsessive,
there was no telling when she might creep to his bedside in the middle of the night and stab him dead.
[Given the current situation, a game-changing mission has been issued—Repeat the Same Mistake?]
[Mission: Refuse to repeat the same mistake. The host may decide how to respond.]
[Mission rewards: Based on the perfection of the host's execution,
one random ten-thousand-year External Soul Bone,
one Breath-Concealing Jade Pendant (absolutely conceals the wearer from all detection and hostile intent below God Level); an additional mysterious reward will be granted for exceeding expectations.]
Looking at the mission description on the system panel, Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing quietly in the carriage.
His laughter grew louder, carrying the unrestrained abandon of a great villain.
"System, system, this mission is right up my alley."
Qian Xunji rubbed his chin. Since the woman was a max-level reincarnator, her hatred of Spirit Hall was definitely beyond reconciliation,
Keeping her close was like keeping a ticking bomb. So why not toss her into someone else's lap?
Besides, she was at his mercy now...
Bibi Dong was a ruthless woman who stopped at nothing to achieve her goals.
If she ended up among the Upper Three Sects, what would she do to take revenge and build up the strength to fight Spirit Hall?
She would suck them dry, claw her way to the top by any means necessary, and secretly seize control of the sect. She might even hollow out the Upper Three Sects from within for the sake of resources.
Especially the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. That was where her previous life's "white moonlight," Yu Xiaogang, was.
A theoretical master who broke through to level thirty at fifty; a goddamn master.
A scheming Rakshasa God with memories of her previous life, throwing herself at a useless young master who acted aloof but was actually a hypocrite,
If that drama played out, it would be a sight to behold,
No matter where Bibi Dong was sent, she would end up looking for Yu Xiaogang...
Then he could hold an auction...
As for how to sell her off without raising suspicions...
He was currently the Pope in public, a bearer of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
With such a righteous and glorious image, how could he teach someone with such an evil Beast Martial Soul?
Putting on a little act about a "conflict between Martial Souls" that made her impossible to teach would be a piece of cake.
Better to sell her off quickly. Spirit Hall was, after all, the sacred land of Soul Masters.
Heh heh heh...
"Pass down the order. Pick up the pace." Qian Xunji wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth.
"This seat can hardly wait to meet this... peerless genius."
Half an hour later.
The dilapidated town welcomed the most luxurious procession in its history.
The steeds' neighs sent the townspeople dropping to their knees in awe.
"What are you doing? Please, get up,"
Qian Xunji then ordered his attendants to give each person five Gold Soul Coins.
Before long,
The Spirit Hall Branch's steward came out of the house, leading Bibi Dong as carefully as if she were a priceless treasure. He dropped to his knees before the carriage with a thud.
"Your subordinate pays respects to His Holiness the Pope.
The genius has been brought!"
A hand with distinct knuckles slowly lifted the carriage's beaded curtain.
Qian Xunji stepped down from the carriage in dark gold boots embroidered with cloud patterns.
He did not deliberately release his Soul Power, but the aura of one long accustomed to wielding life and death, along with the profound oppression innate to his Fallen Angel Martial Soul, still seemed to make the air congeal.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at the small girl standing beside the steward, dressed in shabby hemp clothes.
Bibi Dong happened to look up at that moment.
Their eyes met.
Why had his hair turned white? Bibi Dong remembered that it hadn't been like this in her memories.
She had no time to think it over. The most important thing was to act like a child.
The girl's eyes brimmed with timid fear and a trace of curiosity toward an important figure. Her small hands nervously tugged at her clothes, and her body trembled slightly.
That acting, those controlled microexpressions—she would have won an Oscar in her previous life.
But Qian Xunji sneered inwardly. Thanks to the system's warning,
he could vaguely sense the resentment coiled within that tiny body—the kind that wanted to swallow him whole.
"You're the child with Twin Martial Souls?"
Qian Xunji's lips curved into a gentle smile, and his rich voice made him sound just like a kindly elder.
Bibi Dong nodded hard, her voice soft and sweet:
"Yes... yes, Your Holiness."
"Excellent. Having you is a blessing for the entire continent."
Qian Xunji walked up to her and slowly crouched down, looking straight into those flawlessly disguised eyes.
In his mind, he was already plotting how to package this max-level menace as an elegant mystery box and ship her off.
"From this day on, your fate will change completely."
Qian Xunji smiled as he spoke, his tone carrying a hint of meaning that only the two of them could understand...
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