Bibi Dong: Qian Xunji, I will kill you!

Hu Liena lived in Martial Soul City and had long heard of the two other renowned geniuses within Martial Soul Hall.

One was her own brother, Xie Yue, and the other was Yan, who followed him around all day.

She had always regarded her brother as her role model.

She truly never expected that she would have such a heaven-sent opportunity today to become the Pope's disciple.

Her heart was not only filled with excitement but also brimming with anticipation for the future.

Meanwhile, during the time spent waiting for the awakening, Hu Liena's ears were filled with wild rumors about another person.

"Lin Yuan!"

The moment his martial soul awakened, he summoned a god to descend and directly inherited a god position.

Innate Full Soul Power of level twenty.

Such mythical and terrifying feats stirred a strong sense of curiosity within Hu Liena.

She truly could not imagine what kind of monstrous genius could achieve such a level.

Night fell.

Inside the luxurious bedchamber, soft, warm light spilled across the expansive bed.

Bibi Dong had long since shed her heavy, majestic ceremonial robes.

At this moment, she wore only a thin, purple-black silk nightgown.

The silky fabric clung to her skin, outlining her proud and perfect figure to the fullest.

The slit of the nightgown was cut high, and with her movements, a pair of long, straight, jade-white legs were revealed without reservation.

The unique charm of a mature woman radiated a lethal allure within the secluded chamber.

Lin Yuan sat on a soft couch not far away, his expression calm as usual.

Bibi Dong lay on her side at the edge of the bed, resting her cheek on one hand, her beautiful eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lin Yuan.

Her eyes were filled with undisguised doting and pride.

"Yuan'er, you truly have given Mother such a massive surprise."

"With such peerless talent, not a second person can be found on this continent."

Bibi Dong's voice was soft and languid, not at all like the iron-fisted Pope from the daytime.

After praising Lin Yuan, a flash of extremely cold, vicious intent suddenly crossed the depths of her eyes.

Her mind conjured the image of Qian Xunji's disheveled and exasperated appearance at the awakening ceremony today.

That hypocritical beast who had ruined her life.

That devil who had used despicable means to imprison her within Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong sneered in her heart.

Qian Xunji, you tried every possible way to suppress us, mother and son.

Yet in the end, you only lifted a rock to drop it on your own feet.

With Yuan'er as my trump card, your laughable Angel clan will sooner or later be thoroughly trampled underfoot.

A surge of intense hatred roiled in her chest for a moment, only to be forcibly suppressed by Bibi Dong shortly after.

She looked at Lin Yuan, her gaze becoming incomparably gentle once more.

Bibi Dong stood up from the bed, her bare feet pressing into the soft carpet.

She walked slowly to stand before Lin Yuan and leaned over slightly.

Her stunning face was so close that Lin Yuan could almost feel her warm breath.

A faint, delicate fragrance washed over him.

Bibi Dong reached out with fair, tender fingers and gently pinched Lin Yuan's cheek.

"Grow up quickly, Yuan'er."

"Whatever you desire, I will give it to you, at any cost!"

She exhaled like an orchid, her tone laced with an indescribable, ambiguous sense of reliance.

The next morning.

Sunlight filtered through the tall stained-glass windows, spilling into the high-level instruction room inside Martial Soul Hall.

This was a classroom established specifically for core geniuses.

At this moment, there were not many people in the spacious room.

Standing at the edge of the arena was the prototype of the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall.

Xie Yue, with his short silver hair and stern expression, stood alongside Yan, whose entire body radiated a scorching heat.

Apart from the two of them, the only other person in the vast room was Lin Yuan.

At only six years old, Lin Yuan sat quietly in a large, central seat of honor.

His hands rested casually on the armrests, his posture composed to the extreme.

A cold, detached aura permeated his being, invisibly radiating waves of heart-palpitating pressure.

His deep, pitch-black hair resembled an unsheathed peerless sword, carrying a sharpness capable of tearing through everything.

Even without him saying a word, Xie Yue and Yan dared not approach him to strike up a conversation, feeling as though their very breathing was stifled.

The heavy mahogany doors were pushed open from the outside.

Bibi Dong walked in with elegant strides, dressed in luxurious robes.

Following closely behind her was Hu Liena, her face filled with curiosity and nervousness.

Bibi Dong walked to the front of the group and came to a halt.

She first glanced at Xie Yue and Yan, then turned her gaze toward Hu Liena to provide a brief introduction.

"This is Hu Liena."

"From today on, she is my personal disciple and will receive guidance here with you all."

After this simple announcement, Bibi Dong turned her head to look at Hu Liena standing by her side.

She raised her hand and gestured toward Lin Yuan, who was sitting in the seat of honor.

"Nana, go and introduce yourself."

"His name is Lin Yuan; he is someone you must never defy in the future."

Hu Liena swallowed hard and looked in the direction Bibi Dong was pointing.

Her gaze locked onto the black-haired boy sitting in the chair.

Is this the terrifying, monstrous genius from the rumors?

Hu Liena was in a state of extreme tension.

Her large, lively eyes stared at Lin Yuan in the seat of honor, her breathing becoming noticeably rapid.

This was the legendary peerless monster who had triggered a divine descent and possessed an Innate Full Soul Power of level twenty.

The cold aura naturally flowing from Lin Yuan felt like an invisible mountain pressing down on her heart.

Hu Liena's palms were slick with sweat; she nervously rubbed the corners of her clothes, her voice trembling visibly.

"I... I am Hu Liena."

"My Martial Soul is the Demon Fox... I have... Innate Soul Power level seven."

"Please take care of me in the future."

She finished her self-introduction stuttering, her pretty face flushed red from embarrassment, not daring to look Lin Yuan in the eyes.

Bibi Dong stood to the side, watching Hu Liena's flustered state, the corners of her mouth curling slightly into a gentle smile.

She raised her jade-white palm and patted Hu Liena's shoulder lightly to soothe her.

Then, Bibi Dong turned around, her gaze sweeping over Xie Yue and Yan standing at the edge.

"From today, Hu Liena is officially my personal disciple."

"As the younger generation of Martial Soul Hall, you must support each other and look after her while you receive guidance under the same roof."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yue and Yan immediately lowered their heads respectfully and answered in unison.

After the brief introduction, Bibi Dong walked straight to the podium in front and began today's guidance lesson.

As the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong possessed a profound understanding of Martial Soul theory.

The content she taught today concerned the development of the Martial Soul's origin and the methods of meridian guidance that soul masters must pay attention to when absorbing their first soul ring.

Her voice was crisp and melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, as she clearly dissected the extremely profound paths of cultivation.

Xie Yue and Yan listened with rapt attention.

Hu Liena adjusted her state quickly, focusing intently with her small face tilted up, memorizing every word Bibi Dong said.

However, in this rigorous and solemn classroom atmosphere, Lin Yuan's state seemed completely out of place.

He sat quietly in the large seat of honor, one hand supporting his chin, his gaze fixed on the void in front of him.

Lin Yuan's mind was completely immersed within his own body.

The purple-black destructive lightning and the emerald-green life force were flowing and intersecting slowly within his meridians.

He was carefully contemplating the physical tempering effects brought about by these two distinct divine powers, exploring the primitive strength deep within the bloodline of the Nine Nether Beast.

This level of divine power deduction was thousands of times more profound than the basic Martial Soul theories of the outside world.

Bibi Dong paced on the podium, her peripheral vision keenly capturing Lin Yuan's distraction.

She stopped walking, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly, her tone carrying a hint of severity.

"Yuan'er, stand up."