Gu Rong is My Uncle? Bibi Dong Savors the Taste: The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, What Is That?

On the main seat.

Qian Daoliu's pupils constricted sharply.

"Yu'er, are you certain?"

Qian Daoliu's voice carried a rare trace of gravity.

"The energy contained within a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's ring is incredibly violent. Even a Titled Douluo faces a nine-in-ten chance of death while absorbing one. You must not be reckless!"

In Qian Daoliu's view.

Qian Yu possessed peerless talent.

There was no need to gamble on uncertain factors.

The previous sacrifice of that Hundred-Thousand-Year Death Spider Emperor to Qian Yu.

Had been an accident.

Generally speaking.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts possessed significant intelligence.

They would not believe the claim that sacrificing themselves could lead to godhood.

In a situation where death was inevitable.

Most would choose to self-destruct.

Rather than let their enemies obtain their soul rings.

"This disciple has absolute certainty."

Qian Yu's expression remained calm, yet his tone was resolute.

Watching Qian Yu's confident and composed demeanor.

The shock in Qian Daoliu's eyes gradually faded, and his brows slowly smoothed out.

Recalling the various heaven-defying feats his closing disciple had displayed since childhood.

The terrifying physique far beyond that of ordinary people, the vast, sea-like spiritual power, and that unprecedented mutated Twin Martial Souls...

Qian Daoliu suddenly smiled in relief.

Indeed, such a thing would be courting death for anyone else.

But for his own monstrous disciple, it seemed... quite natural.

"Good!

You are truly worthy of being my, Qian Daoliu's, disciple!"

Qian Daoliu stood up abruptly, a brilliant light flashing in his eyes as he laughed heroically:

"Since you have such spirit and certainty, your master will naturally support you with all my might!"

After Qian Daoliu's laughter subsided, the atmosphere in the great hall lightened considerably.

Qian Yu bowed slightly and took the opportunity to speak.

"Teacher, before searching for a suitable Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, I would like to take Dong'er to the Heaven Dou Empire first."

"To Heaven Dou City?"

Qian Daoliu was slightly taken aback.

"Yes."

Qian Yu nodded and explained softly.

"Mother is currently serving as the Platinum Bishop of the main hall in Heaven Dou City.

She is occupied with many affairs there and could not get away to return for the wedding.

I wish to take Dong'er to pay her respects."

Qian Yu recalled the letter Gu Ying had sent half a month ago.

His heart stirred.

He was actually related to Gu Rong?

It was also then.

That Qian Yu suddenly remembered.

His mother's surname was Gu, and her martial soul was the Shadow Dragon.

It belonged to the same dark attribute as the Bone Dragon.

If one really wanted to force a connection, it wasn't impossible.

Gu Ying had only recently.

Come into contact with Gu Rong, the genius soul master who was rising to fame in the soul master world.

Only after making contact did she discover.

Gu Ying and Gu Rong were actually relatives!

According to their generation, Gu Rong was actually Gu Ying's younger brother and Qian Yu's uncle!

Although Qian Yu felt this was absurd.

He also thought it was quite good.

Right now, Gu Rong was still just a rogue cultivator.

He had not yet joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Relying on their kinship.

It was not impossible to recruit Gu Rong into the Martial Soul Hall.

Based on Gu Rong's talent.

He was guaranteed to reach the Super Douluo realm in the future.

It would be a pity not to recruit him!

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's heart stirred, and she subconsciously gripped Qian Yu's hand in return.

Since they had already become husband and wife, it was only natural to pay a visit to his mother.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu nodded and agreed without hesitation:

"Gu Ying has indeed worked hard in the Heaven Dou Empire. As newlyweds, it is an act of filial piety to visit your mother.

Go ahead; you need not worry about matters here at the Martial Soul Hall."

"Many thanks, Teacher."

Qian Yu said respectfully.

Qian Daoliu paused, as if he had remembered something else, and looked at Qian Yu as he continued:

"Right, there is one more thing.

Your father, Qian Yuan, began his seclusion a month ago.

Calculating the time, he should be emerging from seclusion within these next few days."

Qian Yu's expression shifted, and he nodded in response:

"Yes, this disciple understands."

After bidding farewell to Qian Daoliu and the various elders.

Qian Yu took Bibi Dong's hand, turned, and left the Worship Hall, returning to their wedding chamber.

Back in the wedding chamber.

As soon as they entered, Bibi Dong turned around and tightly shut the doors and windows.

Before Qian Yu could even react, she pounced directly into his arms like a nimble cat.

She tackled him onto the wide, soft couch.

Bibi Dong, having tasted the sweetness of intimacy.

Her eyes rippled with emotion, revealing undisguised longing and affection.

Qian Yu had not expected this.

Bibi Dong was actually so different from her usual self?!

After a fierce battle.

The room was filled with a lingering, amorous atmosphere.

Bibi Dong lay quietly on Qian Yu's broad chest like a docile kitten.

Her breath was like orchids, and the flush on her cheeks had not yet fully faded.

"Yu..."

Bibi Dong's slender fingers traced circles lightly on Qian Yu's chest.

Her voice carried a hint of a new bride's nervousness and worry:

"Tell me... will your mother have any objections to me?

After all, I used to... treat you so poorly. What if she doesn't like me?"

"Don't worry."

Qian Yu chuckled, reached out to wrap his arm around her slender waist, and comforted her softly:

"My mother has a very good personality, and you are the Saintess of the Martial Soul Hall.

With your outstanding talent and beauty, she will be overjoyed and will surely like you very much.

You can set your heart at ease."

Hearing Qian Yu say this, the weight on Bibi Dong's heart finally lifted.

A sweet smile curled at the corners of her lips as she snuggled further into Qian Yu's embrace.

Qian Yu took the opportunity to hold her hand, whispering softly:

"Actually, besides visiting Mother, there is another very important purpose for this trip to the Heaven Dou Empire."

"What purpose?"

Bibi Dong looked up, gazing at him with curiosity.

"I intend to go to a place called the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well."

A sharp glint flashed through Qian Yu's eyes.

"The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well?"

Bibi Dong blinked her beautiful eyes, asking with a face full of confusion:

"What kind of place is that?

Why have I never heard of it in any of the records of Martial Soul Hall?"

Qian Yu chuckled, reaching out to flick her pert, delicate nose as he explained:

"It is a true celestial paradise.

It nurtures countless rare treasures seldom seen in the outside world, and it will have an immeasurable impact on both of our cultivation."

At this, Qian Yu paused, looking at her with a burning gaze:

"Dong'er, your current soul power is at level fifty-six, right?"

Bibi Dong nodded obediently:

"Mm, I only just broke through to level fifty-six not long ago."

A confident arc formed on Qian Yu's lips:

"Once we make that trip and find the treasures suitable for you, your soul power should be able to directly bypass the bottleneck and rise to level sixty!

At that point, we can immediately hunt for your sixth soul ring."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong abruptly propped herself up from Qian Yu's embrace, her beautiful eyes wide with utter disbelief.

"Directly rise to level sixty?!

Cross four levels at once?

How is that even possible!"

Bibi Dong stared at Qian Yu in shock, her voice trembling slightly:

"Even with the top-tier simulated cultivation environments of Martial Soul Hall, combined with the most precious resources, it is impossible for someone to achieve such a terrifying improvement in such a short time!

What level of treasure could possibly do that?"

Watching Bibi Dong's adorable, shocked expression, Qian Yu couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to stroke her long hair.

"I'll keep it a secret for now; you'll know once we arrive."

Bibi Dong gave him a coquettish glare, but she did not press him further, her heart instead filling with anticipation.

(Apologies, apologies, the update is late.

I intended to update after breakfast this morning, but I 'accidentally' fell asleep!

Better late than never, thank you all for your support!

Don't let the book gather dust!

I'll update earlier tomorrow!)