Everyone Wants to Be Qian Xunji

As Bibi Dong pondered the pattern behind the voices in her head, Qian Daoliu's spiritual power had remained locked onto Qin Heng. After confirming that Qin Heng had not spoken a word from beginning to end, Qian Daoliu also began to form a faint suspicion.

Ah! Sensing Grandpa Qian's aura makes me feel sorry for Xue'er. Grandpa Qian sacrificed himself to help Xue'er begin the final trial of the Angel Nine Trials.

Back then, I gathered Grandpa Qian's soul and promised that I would definitely revive him after becoming a god. Who would have thought that I would self-destruct and perish as soon as I became a god? In the end, I didn't even know whether Xue'er survived.

Bibi Dong and I, two First-Class Gods, self-destructed. Even if Little Scoundrel inherited a God King's Divine Position, he would definitely have perished again—this time without even a corpse left behind.

The first time Little Scoundrel died, the Asura God could revive him because his body was still there. This time, there wasn't even a corpse left. He couldn't possibly revive him a second time, could he?

If that's the case, Xue'er should survive. But if the Asura God has no sense of fair play and can revive Little Scoundrel a second time even after he was reduced to nothing, then Xue'er and the Spirit Hall Empire are finished.

Qian Daoliu felt a little dizzy after hearing Qin Heng's thoughts.

This little fellow would actually become a god in the future? It sounded as though he also had a close relationship with Xue'er. And Bibi Dong—would she really choose to die for Xue'er in the end?

There was simply too much information. Qian Daoliu could not process it all at once.

Bibi Dong already knew her own fate, so she was not particularly shaken this time. What displeased her was that this so-called Asura God could actually revive dead gods.

Judging from Qin Heng's thoughts, the three of them had already killed the Little Scoundrel he mentioned once before, only for the Asura God to revive him.

Even worse, she and Qin Heng had self-destructed and blown that Little Scoundrel apart so thoroughly that not even a corpse remained, yet there was still a chance he could be revived.

Bibi Dong just asked whether I wanted to take her as my master, but I don't really want to! It's not that I dislike her. Who would dislike such a gorgeous woman? Besides, Bibi Dong truly has what it takes.

She is the youngest Supreme Pontiff in Spirit Hall's history, hailed as Spirit Hall's most powerful leader and the finest Supreme Pontiff of all time.

The founder and first Empress of the Spirit Hall Empire, one of the Slaughter Gods of Slaughter City, the second person in a century to possess Twin Martial Souls, and the first to solve the backlash of Twin Martial Souls.

Without exaggeration, as the highest ruler of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong is the most authoritative figure in the Soul Master World, the object of worship for all soul masters.

But she's hopelessly lovesick. Later, she was influenced by the Rakshasa Divine Will, and her mind became even less functional—both mad and paranoid. When I encounter someone like that, I usually stay as far away as possible.

Unless the object of her lovesickness is me. How did that saying go again? Everyone hates Qian Xunji, but everyone wants to be Qian Xunji.

"Crack—" The scepter in Bibi Dong's hand was crushed out of shape.

Qian Daoliu also stared at Qin Heng with a strange expression. What had this little fellow just said? He wanted to become Ji'er? Didn't that mean he wanted to lock Bibi Dong in a secret room too?

How could that be allowed! Bibi Dong was Xue'er's mother!

Wasn't this little fellow supposed to be close to Xue'er? How could he think such things about Xue'er's mother?

As an upright gentleman, Qian Daoliu truly could not accept Qin Heng's thoughts.

Little did he know that, beneath Qin Heng's joking remarks, his trust in Qin Heng had increased by several degrees.

The reason was simple. Such dark thoughts were normally buried in the deepest recesses of one's heart. If what he had heard had not been Qin Heng's inner voice, how could such dark thoughts possibly have been revealed?

"Qin Heng, are you willing to take me as your master?" When Bibi Dong asked the question this time, her tone was utterly gloomy, even carrying a hint of gritted teeth.

The moment Grandpa Qian arrived, Bibi Dong changed her expression. She really does hate the Qian Family! Staying beside someone with such unstable emotions is too frightening. Since I can only remain in Spirit Hall, I'd better follow Grandpa Qian instead! Once I have the strength to protect myself, I'll help Bibi Dong suppress the Rakshasa Divine Will like I did in my past life and assist her in completely controlling the Rakshasa God's power.

After hearing Qin Heng's words, Bibi Dong did not even have the time to be angry. This fellow actually had a way to help her completely control the Rakshasa God's power? From the sound of it, he had helped her in his previous life.

Bibi Dong already regretted it. She regretted exposing Qin Heng's talent. If she had simply captured him when he left Spirit City and locked him in a secret room, wouldn't that have solved everything?

She had insisted on testing him. Well, now she had tested out a huge problem—she was about to lose him altogether!

"Which one is stronger, Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff or this grandfather?" Qin Heng asked in an innocent, bewildered tone.

Bibi Dong's face was so dark it seemed ready to drip water. She was currently only Rank 98, and due to the Rakshasa God's trials, she could not yet unleash her full strength.

That old fellow Qian Daoliu, meanwhile, was a genuine Rank 99 Limit Douluo. On top of that, as the High Priest of the Angel God, he could borrow Angel God Power. In terms of strength, Qian Daoliu could absolutely crush her.

As for Qian Daoliu, upon hearing Qin Heng's question, he puffed out his chest and said cheerfully, "Naturally, this old man is stronger."

"Then I want to take you as my master, Grandpa!"

I'm sorry, Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff. You're too terrifying when you go mad. Once I can protect myself, I'll definitely come back and help you suppress the Rakshasa Divine Will.

After hearing Qin Heng's thoughts, Qian Daoliu burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Good! Then this grandfather will accept you as his disciple. Come, follow Grandpa to the Worship Hall!"

"Wait!"

"You still have something to say?" Qian Daoliu asked.

"This child cannot be taught entirely by you," Bibi Dong said.

"What do you mean?"

"Send him to the Pope Palace at least three days every week!"

Qian Daoliu frowned and was about to object when he heard Bibi Dong's voice transmission. "Qian Daoliu, you can hear that brat's inner voice too, can't you? He is important to me. If I can't have him, don't think you can either!"

"You are threatening this old man?"

"I am merely stating an objective fact. Besides, you heard it too. Spirit Hall will have a great enemy in the future. Without me, are you sure Spirit Hall can handle it?"

Qian Daoliu sighed upon hearing this. "Then we'll do as you say."

Qian Daoliu compromised partly because of what Bibi Dong had said. Spirit Hall would have a great enemy in the future, one who had inherited a God King's Divine Position. They truly needed Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God.

On the other hand, Qian Daoliu had just heard Qin Heng's evaluation of Bibi Dong. He had to admit that Bibi Dong was indeed a qualified Supreme Pontiff. Spirit Hall could not do without her now, and her growing stronger would bring tremendous benefits to Spirit Hall.

Of course, there was one most important reason: Bibi Dong was willing to self-destruct for Xue'er. This showed that she still cared about Xue'er in her heart. Since that was the case, for Xue'er's sake, Qian Daoliu was willing to give Bibi Dong a chance.