Transmigrating into Qian Xunji, The Girl in the Secret Chamber.

Douluo Continent, Martial Soul City.

Martial Soul Hall, secret chamber.

The chamber was not large, spanning only about fifty square meters.

The facilities were sparse, consisting only of a large bed.

There were two people in the chamber.

A man and a woman.

The young girl was Bibi Dong, lying unconscious on the bed.

The man was Qian Xunji; he stood tall by the bedside, his eyes vacant.

After some time had passed, the light of consciousness finally returned to Qian Xunji's eyes.

Yet, he was now deeply confused.

Didn't I die in a car accident?

How am I alive again?

And where is this place?

Qian Xunji looked around curiously.

Long legs in white silk stockings!

A pink princess dress!

A breathtaking, oval-shaped face.

Qian Xunji was stunned; he had never seen a woman as beautiful as the one before him, far surpassing even the stars he had seen on screens in his past life.

It was as if a flickering star had encountered the bright moon.

It seems I have transmigrated.

Judging by the attire, it had a touch of Western medieval style.

It was extremely luxurious.

Could my current identity be the young master of some prominent family?

After all, his current body appeared very young on the surface.

This young girl likely came from a prestigious family as well.

I think I understand what is going on.

The original owner of this body was deeply infatuated with the girl before him, yet his love was unrequited.

So, in order to possess the woman he loved, he intended to force himself upon her and create a fait accompli.

It looks like he kicked the bucket before he could even make a move.

But then again, how did the original owner die?

Did he die from sheer excitement?

He couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

However, the question remained: how should he deal with this girl?

Should I wake her up first and ask about the situation in this world?

No, no, wouldn't that expose the fact that I am not the original owner?

Qian Xunji shook his head repeatedly, rejecting the previous thought, and then considered:

Perhaps I can feign amnesia to muddle through.

Unable to think of a better plan for the moment, Qian Xunji prepared to wake the girl and ask some probing questions before deciding on his next move.

"Miss, wake up." Qian Xunji reached out and shook Bibi Dong's shoulders.

But just as he prepared to call out to Bibi Dong again, he froze in place.

A sudden surge of memories exploded within his mind.

He realized his current identity.

He had indeed transmigrated.

He had transmigrated into a world he was quite familiar with: the Douluo Continent, often mocked as the "sewer of fantasy."

He was the Pope of Martial Soul Hall—Qian Xunji, the infamous "Secret Chamber Douluo."

The identity of the girl on the bed was self-evident; she was the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall—Bibi Dong.

Half an hour ago, he had summoned Bibi Dong to question her about her relationship with Yu Xiaogang.

"Disciple, I heard from the elders below that you have been getting quite close to that trash from the Blue Lightning Sect—Yu Xiaogang, and that your relationship is unusual?"

"Explain to me what is going on."

"Teacher, Xiaogang is not trash."

Bibi Dong instinctively retorted:

"Xiaogang is simply a man of unrecognized talent; he is a genius."

"Teacher, I have already decided to be with Xiaogang. I hope you can grant us your blessing," Bibi Dong said, looking at Qian Xunji with trepidation.

"Disciple, I advise you to give up this notion."

"I will never allow you to be with Yu Xiaogang."

"From now on, you are forbidden from seeing Yu Xiaogang again, do you understand!"

"I won't!"

"I just won't!"

Bibi Dong stubbornly insisted:

"If you do not agree to let me be with Xiaogang, I will elope with him and never return to Martial Soul Hall again."

"Rebellious disciple, dare you say that again!"

Qian Xunji slammed the table and stood up, staring fixedly into Bibi Dong's eyes.

For a moment, Bibi Dong felt a flicker of fear; it was the first time she had seen Qian Xunji treat her with such severity and harshness.

But as soon as she recalled the words Xiaogang had once spoken, she cheered herself on in her heart.

"Dongdong, your teacher dotes on you very much. As long as you threaten him with elopement, he will surely compromise and agree to let us be together."

Xiaogang was right; Teacher dotes on me, and he certainly wouldn't want to lose me. As long as I continue to threaten him with elopement, he will definitely agree to let me be with Xiaogang.

Bibi Dong, you must be brave for the sake of being with Xiaogang!

Bibi Dong summoned her courage and spoke once more: "Teacher, if you do not agree to let me be with Xiaogang, I will elope."

"Bibi Dong, it seems you have truly grown up; you have already learned how to threaten me."

Bibi Dong sensed a hint of unease in Qian Xunji's words, but for the sake of being with Xiaogang, she steeled her nerves and continued:

"Teacher, Xiaogang and I are truly in love, and he really is a genius."

"Please, just grant us your blessing."

"In that case, there is no point in saying more."

"Teacher, are... are you agreeing?", Bibi Dong asked tentatively.

"You will know the result soon enough," Qian Xunji said, walking toward Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong instinctively retreated.

But how could her speed possibly compare to Qian Xunji's? Before she could even exit the Pope's Palace, she was struck unconscious by him.

Qian Xunji sat cross-legged in the secret chamber for a long time, contemplating many things.

Unable to resolve his thoughts, he was overcome with rage and died of anger.

That was how his transmigration came to be.

Qian Xunji turned his attention back to Bibi Dong, falling into deep thought.

He now had two choices.

The first was to let things proceed as they were, allowing Qian Renxue to be born successfully, and then focus his efforts on tutoring her to ensure she became a god early and eliminated Tang San in advance.

The second choice was to attempt to pull Bibi Dong back onto the right path, making her see Yu Xiaogang's true colors so she would remain loyal to Martial Soul Hall.

But thinking of Bibi Dong's "wise" decisions in the original work and the charm of her "first love," could he really pull her back to the right path?

Could everything he did truly outweigh the destructive power of that first love?

One had to remember that the Douluo Continent was famous for being a land of romance!

It could never be treated with common logic.

Could everything he did truly outweigh the charm and lethality that her first love brought to Bibi Dong?

He certainly didn't want to end up with nothing to show for his efforts!

And just as Qian Xunji hesitated, a mechanical voice rang in his ears.

"Ding, checking that the host's soul has fully merged with the body. Binding the Family Prosperity System."

"Current progress 0%. When progress reaches 100%, binding will be complete, and the host may use the system."

"Family Prosperity System...", during the binding process, the system began to introduce its functions.

Qian Xunji was surprised; he hadn't expected that, besides transmigrating into the Pope, he would also obtain a system—an unexpected joy.

The Family Prosperity System, as the name implied, was related to the prosperity of his family.

From now on, for every new relative born who shared a bloodline with Qian Xunji, he would receive a random reward from the system.

Whether it was a sibling or a descendant, as long as there was a bloodline connection, he would receive a reward.

Of course, the rewards were tied to talent.

The better the talent, the better his reward would be.

Qian Xunji cast his gaze upon Bibi Dong once more, and he fell into deep thought again.