The Martial Soul Hall is in an uproar! Chaos Green Lotus!

This time, the atmosphere inside the great hall was no longer boiling.

It was frantic.

Everyone wondered if they were dreaming.

Innate level twenty spirit power was already a once-in-ten-thousand-years rarity.

And now, there was a Twin Martial Souls manifestation?

Furthermore, judging by the aura of this second martial soul, it was in no way inferior to that terrifying beast martial soul.

It was even more mysterious and unfathomable.

"Is that... a lotus?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stared fixedly at the green lotus.

His own martial soul was also of the plant type, the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

Among plant-type martial souls, it was already a top-tier existence.

Yet, facing that green lotus.

His martial soul actually transmitted an impulse to prostrate itself.

That was the emperor of all plants.

That was the origin of all things.

Bibi Dong could no longer maintain her composure.

She took a step forward, arriving directly in front of Lin Qiu.

Looking at the one beast and one lotus hovering behind Lin Qiu.

Her breathing became somewhat heavy.

Twin Martial Souls.

Just like her.

"Good."

"Good!"

Bibi Dong said the word "good" twice in succession.

She reached out both hands and gripped Lin Qiu's shoulders tightly.

Her eyes were filled with undisguised doting and ecstasy.

"Little Qiu, you really have given Mother a massive surprise."

Lin Qiu retracted his martial soul.

The phenomena behind him slowly dissipated.

He looked at Bibi Dong, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

He revealed a brilliant smile.

"Mother, I told you, I was waiting for an opportunity."

"Now it seems, this opportunity isn't half bad."

Listen to that.

This is called "not half bad"?

The surrounding Seven Worshipers felt their lips twitch uncontrollably.

If this was only "not half bad," then what did that make their martial souls?

Trash?

Just then.

A system notification suddenly rang out in Lin Qiu's mind.

[Ding!]

[Host detected to be in extreme danger!]

[Mission Triggered: Survive under the gaze of seven Great Saint powerhouses.]

[Mission Description: The host has awakened a world-shaking physique, drawing the prying eyes of seven terrifying Great Saint-level powerhouses (the Seven Worshipers of the Worship Hall). Their intentions are malicious and unclear; the host must be extremely careful and survive under their pressure for three years.]

[Mission Reward: Depending on the completion rate, you may obtain the "Secret of All" at most.]

Lin Qiu was stunned for a moment.

Then, he nearly laughed out loud.

Great Saint powerhouses?

System, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what a Great Saint is?

In the Shrouding Heavens World, a Great Saint is an existence capable of crossing star domains and covering the heavens with a single hand.

These old men before his eyes?

The strongest among them, Qian Daoliu, was only a level 99 Limit Douluo.

Yet, the system actually classified him as a Great Saint.

This system, it was truly a bit deranged.

However.

This also meant.

This mission was practically a free handout.

Survive under the gaze of the Seven Worshipers?

As long as he didn't court death, these old men were probably itching to enshrine him and raise him like an ancestor.

Who would be willing to kill him?

This reward was obtained far too easily.

Lin Qiu's gaze swept across those worshipers.

A hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

The Seven Worshipers felt somewhat bewildered by his look.

They only felt that this child's eyes seemed to be looking at a group of... experience packs?

Bibi Dong took a deep breath.

She scanned her surroundings.

Her originally gentle gaze instantly became incomparably majestic.

The domineering aura belonging to the Pope was revealed without reservation.

"Today's events are to be classified as the highest secret of Martial Soul Hall."

"Whoever dares to leak even half a word."

"Shall be executed without mercy!"

Her voice was icy, overflowing with killing intent.

She would absolutely not allow anyone to threaten Lin Qiu's safety.

She would not even allow any potential danger to exist.

The elders and worshipers felt a shiver in their hearts.

They bowed one after another to acknowledge the order.

They also understood.

What such a peerless genius meant for Martial Soul Hall.

He was the hope for Martial Soul Hall to unify the continent.

There could not be the slightest mistake.

Bibi Dong took Lin Qiu's hand.

"Let's go, we are going home."

Under the awe-struck gazes of the crowd.

Lin Qiu followed Bibi Dong out of the Awakening Hall.

The moment he stepped out of the gate.

Sunlight spilled onto his body.

Lin Qiu felt exceptionally comfortable.

With these two martial souls, coupled with the system's rewards.

He could go anywhere he pleased on this Douluo Continent.

What Clear Sky Hammer, what Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Before him, they were nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs.

Invincible at the same rank?

No.

What he wanted was to surpass ranks as easily as drinking water.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, several more months passed.

Pope's Bedchamber.

Under the soft lamplight.

Bibi Dong reclined lazily on the chaise longue.

She had changed into a loose sleeping robe, her long hair draped casually over her shoulders.

Gone was some of the Pope's stern majesty, replaced by a woman's languid charm and allure.

Lin Qiu was currently resting his head on her lap.

He held a spirit fruit in his hand, munching on it with a rhythmic crunch.

Bibi Dong held a memorial in one hand, while her other hand gently stroked Lin Qiu's hair.

Her movements were soft, as if she were caressing a rare and precious treasure.

"Don't push yourself too hard."

Bibi Dong set the memorial aside.

She looked down at Lin Qiu.

Her tone carried a hint of heartache.

"You only just awakened your martial soul, and your body is still in the adjustment period."

"Locking yourself in your room to cultivate all day long—aren't you afraid of stifling yourself?"

"If you wear yourself out, Mother will be heartbroken."

Lin Qiu swallowed the fruit flesh in his mouth.

He shifted into a more comfortable position.

His cheek brushed against the silky fabric, the sensation exceptionally pleasant.

"I have no choice."

"The early bird catches the worm, after all."

"With my poor talent, I have to work hard."

Bibi Dong pinched his nose in annoyance.

"If you have poor talent."

"Then everyone else on this continent is trash."

"You glib-tongued rascal."

Just then.

That familiar mechanical voice rang out in Lin Qiu's mind once more.

[Ding!]

[Host detected in an extremely dangerous environment!]

[Task Triggered: Escape from the clutches of a powerhouse.]

[Task Description: The host has been imprisoned by a terrifying powerhouse (Bibi Dong). The opponent's strength is unfathomable and her temperament is volatile. The host is facing a double crisis of chastity and life. Please escape these clutches as soon as possible, or survive under the opponent's humiliation.]

Pfft!

Lin Qiu nearly choked to death on his own saliva.

Bibi Dong?

And "clutches"?

Has this system been reading too many novels lately?

Lin Qiu felt a secret thrill.

This wasn't a survival task at all.

This was clearly a welfare task.

Seeing him suddenly cough, Bibi Dong quickly patted his back.

"What's wrong?"

"You can even choke while eating a fruit."

"Eat slowly; no one is going to snatch it from you."

Lin Qiu steadied his breathing.

He looked at Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face, now only inches from his own.

"Mother."

"I was thinking about my first spirit ring."

Bibi Dong leaned back against the soft pillow.

Her fingers toyed with a strand of Lin Qiu's hair.

"I've already thought about that."

"I have a... friend."

Speaking of this, Bibi Dong's eyes dimmed slightly, but she quickly returned to normal.

"He is the master of theory in the spirit master world."

"He once proposed a theory."

"The limit for the first spirit ring is four hundred and twenty-three years."

"Although your physical constitution far exceeds that of an ordinary person."

"For the sake of safety, it is still more secure for us to hunt a spirit beast of around four hundred years."

"When it comes to spirit rings, the most important thing is suitability, not age."