Deep Master-Disciple Affection

At the same time, On a main road less than a hundred miles from the small town.

A luxurious carriage, pulled by four steeds possessing the bloodline of the Light Unicorn, was moving forward steadily.

Inside the carriage, lined with precious ten-thousand-year snow ferret fur, Qian Xunji leaned lazily against a soft couch, holding a glass of crimson red wine in his hand.

His long, pale, silky hair was scattered casually, and his dark purple eyes revealed a hint of boredom.

Since he knew that the future Rakshasa God and his "good disciple" Bibi Dong were waiting for him in the town ahead, Qian Xunji had been calculating how to manipulate this woman throughout the journey.

Kill her directly? That would be too much of a waste.

With such excellent material, not making use of it would be an insult to his identity as a transmigrator.

Bring her back to Martial Soul Hall and brainwash her from a young age? That was not secure either.

In the original work, this woman was a natural-born rebel with a love-addled brain; if she happened to take a fancy to some piece of trash one day and turned around to bite him, that would be a troublesome affair.

Just as Qian Xunji was weighing the pros and cons, the cold, mechanical voice of the system suddenly rang out in his mind, but this time, the notification made the hand holding his wine glass stiffen abruptly.

[High-Energy Warning]

[Detected extremely intense spacetime fluctuations in the soul of the original core villain/fated enemy 'Bibi Dong']

[System Determination: Target 'Bibi Dong' confirmed as a second-run reincarnator! Retains god-level combat experience and all hateful memories from the previous life]

"Pfft—cough, cough, cough..."

Qian Xunji choked on a mouthful of red wine, coughing without any shred of dignity.

What the hell? A second-run reincarnator?

He set down his wine glass, his eyelids twitching violently. What kind of difficulty setting was this?

If she has reincarnated, will Tang San reincarnate too? What about Qian Renxue...

There was no time to overthink; returning to the reality of the problem, He had thought he was going to pick up an ignorant six-year-old little girl, Someone he could easily fool with a few capitalist brainwashing tactics, But the system told him that inside that six-year-old shell was a max-level account, a Rakshasa God Empress who had experienced the tragic battle at Jialing Pass and hated him to the bone?

Go pick her up and bring her back to Martial Soul Hall now?

That wasn't picking up a disciple; that was inviting a living ancestor back to worship, With that kind of crazy and paranoid personality, Who knows if she might sneak to his bedside in the middle of the night one day and slit his throat.

[Detected current situation, releasing subversion mission--History Repeating?]

[Mission Content: Refuse to repeat history; the host shall decide the method of response]

[Mission Reward: Depending on the perfection of the host's completion, Reward: One random ten-thousand-year External Soul Bone, One Breath-Concealing Jade Pendant (can absolutely block any detection and malicious perception below god-level); if the mission is exceeded, there will be a mysterious reward]

Looking at the mission description on the system panel, Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh softly in the carriage.

The laughter grew louder, revealing the unbridled nature typical of a great villain.

"System, oh system, this mission truly hits the mark for me."

Qian Xunji stroked his chin. Since this woman is a max-level reincarnator, her hatred for Martial Soul Hall is absolutely irreconcilable.

If keeping her by his side is a ticking time bomb, then why not just throw her to someone else?

Anyway, she is currently at his mercy...

Bibi Dong is a ruthless character who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

If she were in the Upper Three Sects, for the sake of revenge and accumulating power to oppose Martial Soul Hall, what would she do?

She would definitely suck them dry, climb the ladder by any means necessary, secretly seize control of the sect's power, and might even hollow out the Upper Three Sects from the inside for resources.

Especially the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, where her "white moonlight" from her previous life, Yu Xiaogang, resides.

The "Master of Theory" who broke through to level thirty at fifty years old; the Master of Gods.

A deep-scheming Rakshasa God with memories of a past life, fawning over a hypocritical, trashy young master who acts aloof on the surface—

If this play were to be performed, it would be far too interesting.

No matter where Bibi Dong is sent, she will eventually go looking for Yu Xiaogang...

At that time, I'll hold an auction...

As for how to naturally sell her off without raising suspicion...

I am, after all, the Pope and the inheritor of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul on the surface.

With such a bright and magnificent image, how could he possibly teach such an evil beast-type Martial Soul?

Staging a play about a "Martial Soul conflict, unable to teach" would be as easy as turning over one's hand, wouldn't it?

Hurry and sell her to someone else; our Martial Soul Hall is the holy land for soul masters, after all.

Hehehe...

"Pass down the order: pick up the pace." Qian Xunji wiped the wine stain from the corner of his mouth.

"This Seat can hardly wait to meet this... peerless genius."

Half an hour later.

The dilapidated small town welcomed the most luxurious carriage procession in its history.

The neighing of the steeds made all the commoners in the town kneel in awe.

"What are you all doing? Please, rise quickly."

Qian Xunji immediately ordered his servants to distribute five Gold Soul Coins to each person.

Before long, the deacon of the Martial Soul branch hall walked out of the house, carefully leading Bibi Dong as if she were a peerless treasure, and fell to his knees with a thud in front of the carriage.

"Subordinate pays respects to Your Holiness the Pope. The genius has been brought!"

The beaded curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted by a hand with distinct knuckles.

Qian Xunji stepped off the carriage in his dark gold, cloud-patterned boots.

He did not deliberately release his soul power, but the aura of one who had long held a high position with the power of life and death, combined with the profound oppression inherent to his Fallen Angel Martial Soul, still made the surrounding air feel as if it had solidified.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the small, thin girl standing beside the deacon, dressed in ragged linen clothes.

Bibi Dong happened to look up at that exact moment.

Their eyes met.

Why has this guy's hair turned white? Bibi Dong remembered it wasn't like that in her memories.

There was no time to think carefully; acting like a child was the most important thing.

The girl's eyes were filled with timid fear and a hint of curiosity toward the big shot; her two small hands nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, and her body was still trembling slightly.

This acting, this control over micro-expressions—in her past life, she would have at least won an Oscar.

But Qian Xunji sneered in his heart, for thanks to the system's prompt, he could even vaguely perceive the resentment within this young body, a desire to tear him apart and devour him alive.

"You are the child with the Twin Martial Souls?"

The corners of Qian Xunji's mouth curled into a gentle arc, his voice mellow, sounding exactly like a benevolent elder.

Bibi Dong nodded vigorously, her voice soft and sweet:

"Ye... yes, Lord Pope."

"Very good. Having you is truly a blessing for the continent."

Qian Xunji walked up to her and slowly crouched down, looking directly into those perfectly disguised eyes.

In his heart, he was already calculating how to package this max-level malignancy into an exquisite blind box and ship her away.

"From today on, your destiny will change completely."

Qian Xunji said with a smile, his tone carrying a hidden meaning that only the two of them could understand...