Qian Yu: Teacher, I want to add a spirit ring to my Blazing Angel martial soul!

After a night of madness, both of them had calmed down significantly.

Qian Yu was left with an endless aftertaste.

Although Bibi Dong had been a novice.

Beyond the initial clumsiness.

She had unexpectedly erupted with powerful "combat prowess" afterward.

Her skin was delicate, her body supple and boneless, with curves in all the right places.

She even possessed a certain talent for the water element.

She had unleashed water-type soul skills multiple times.

Qian Yu had nearly been unable to parry them.

Qian Yu could only sum it up in two words:

"Very moist!"

The next morning.

Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes, and the moment she turned her head, she couldn't help but freeze.

Qian Yu was sitting by the bedside, watching her quietly.

In his eyes, the overbearing dominance and intensity of yesterday were gone.

Replaced by a tenderness and affection as gentle as water.

"Awake?"

Qian Yu spoke softly.

He reached out naturally to tuck her stray locks of hair behind her ear.

Bibi Dong stared blankly at Qian Yu, suddenly falling into deep self-doubt.

Recalling her previous resistance, coldness, and even disgust toward Qian Yu.

She suddenly realized that she had been completely blinded by Yu Xiaogang.

Because of her preconceived prejudices, she had never once looked at Qian Yu properly.

Now, casting aside that layer of bias, she discovered that the man before her was not only gifted with extraordinary talent but was also full of charm.

And... he was actually this gentle toward her.

"Mm..."

Bibi Dong lowered her gaze, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"Why... did you wake up so early?"

"I wanted to look at you a little longer."

Qian Yu chuckled, his tone doting.

"Get up and wash up. After breakfast, we still need to see Senior Brother, and then go pay our respects to my teacher."

After the two finished washing up and eating breakfast, they walked side by side toward the Pope Palace.

Inside the grand hall, Qian Xunji sat upright on the papal throne.

Watching Qian Yu and Bibi Dong walking so closely together.

There was even a tacit understanding in their steps, reminiscent of a newlywed couple.

Qian Xunji couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

"Good, very good!"

Qian Xunji laughed heartily, not stingy with his praise.

"Qian Yu, Dong'er, seeing you two so harmonious now, This Seat is very gratified.

Qian Yu, Dong'er is the Holy Maiden of our Martial Soul Hall, with peerless talent.

You must live well with her from now on and work together to strengthen our Martial Soul Hall."

However, faced with Qian Xunji's praise and expectations.

Bibi Dong only lowered her head slightly, her face as cold as frost, remaining silent.

Toward Qian Xunji.

She always harbored awe and distance in her heart, so naturally, she could not offer him a pleasant expression.

Seeing Bibi Dong's icy attitude, Qian Xunji shook his head helplessly.

He turned to look at Qian Yu, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

Qian Yu met Qian Xunji's gaze, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint smile as he gave an imperceptible nod.

He gave Qian Xunji a look that said, "Everything is under control, Senior Brother, rest assured."

Leaving the Pope Palace, Qian Yu took Bibi Dong's hand and walked straight toward the direction of the Worship Hall.

Along the way, Bibi Dong's expression was somewhat unnatural, and she opened her mouth to speak several times, only to stop herself.

"What's wrong?"

Qian Yu sensed her unease and gently squeezed her palm.

Bibi Dong bit her red lip, her expression complex as she whispered:

"According to seniority... the Pope is my teacher, and you are the Pope's junior brother.

The Great Worship is your teacher, which makes him my grand-teacher.

If we go to see him like this, the seniority is..."

Qian Yu chuckled, stopping his footsteps to look at her:

"In the world of soul masters, the capable come first; there aren't that many rules.

Now that you and I are husband and wife, we can just treat our private affairs separately from the rest.

The old man, my teacher, won't care about such trivial formalities."

Listening to Qian Yu's gentle reassurance, the nervousness in Bibi Dong's heart dissipated a little, and she nodded lightly.

They stepped into the solemn and majestic Worship Hall.

Led by the Great Worship Qian Daoliu, several of the other worships had already been waiting for a long time.

Watching the two walk in hand-in-hand, all the worships stroked their beards and smiled.

Looking at this talented and beautiful couple, their eyes were filled with satisfaction.

"Greetings, Teacher. Greetings, esteemed worships."

Qian Yu bowed slightly.

Bibi Dong followed suit and curtsied:

"Greetings, Great Worship. Greetings, esteemed worships."

"Good, very good."

Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat, looking at the two with a kind smile on his face.

"Yu'er, Dong'er, seeing you two united in marriage, this old man's heart is finally at ease."

"A talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven!"

The Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, laughed heartily from the side.

Just then, a voice transmission from Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly reached Qian Yu's ears, focused by internal energy.

"Kid Yu, well done!

Your methods are truly brilliant!"

Qian Yu's expression remained unchanged, a faint smile hanging on his lips as he replied via transmission:

"Second Worship, you flatter me."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's transmission was filled with undisguised excitement and admiration:

"So easily, you not only kept that girl Bibi Dong firmly in Martial Soul Hall, but you also made her willingly become your woman!

For this, I have to tip my hat to you!"

"Both of you possess Innate Full Soul Power and are both Twin Martial Souls!

Such peerless talent is unique across the entire continent!"

"As long as there are no mishaps in the future, you two husband and wife will surely both reach the level of ninety-nine-rank Limit Douluo!"

The more Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke, the more excited he became, his tone filled with fanaticism and ambition:

"When that day comes, the strength of our Martial Soul Hall will surely dominate the world once again!

Whatever Clear Sky Sect, whatever Tang Chen—they will all be trampled under our feet!"

A flash of sharp light crossed Qian Yu's eyes as he replied:

"Rest assured, Second Worship, that day will not be far off."

Ending the transmission with Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Yu raised his head and looked directly at Qian Daoliu in the main seat.

He did not shy away from Bibi Dong beside him and spoke directly:

"Teacher, this disciple has something to report."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly and said warmly:

"Yu'er, between master and disciple, just speak your mind."

Qian Yu took a deep breath, his words shocking:

"After absorbing my eighth soul ring, my physique and spiritual power have both reached an entirely new height."

"I feel that, as I am now, I am already capable of bearing the impact of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring."

"Therefore, I would like to..."

Qian Yu paused, his eyes shimmering with a confident glow.

"I am ready to begin attaching soul rings to my second martial soul, the Blazing Angel!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The entire Worship Hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Bibi Dong, standing beside Qian Yu, whipped her head around, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!

He wanted to absorb a hundred-thousand-year-level ring for the first soul ring of his second martial soul?!

How could this be possible!

But then, as if recalling something, a look of adoration appeared on Bibi Dong's face, though she quickly felt that this was only natural!

Back then.

Bibi Dong had awakened her Twin Martial Souls with Innate Full Soul Power.

After being taken as a disciple by Qian Xunji.

She had consulted Qian Yu directly regarding how to cultivate Twin Martial Souls.

As the first person in the history of the continent to possess Twin Martial Souls.

And having cultivated them with such remarkable smoothness.

For him to reach this stage seemed perfectly normal, did it not?