Please, Teacher, Help Me Recover My Cultivation! Bibi Dong Prepares to Reconcile with Qian Renxue?

"No, that's impossible."

Hearing these words, Qian Renxue was choked with resentment, yet she felt utterly helpless.

She believed that even if her grandfather intended to strip her of her soul bones, he would certainly believe her words.

However, she dared not be certain whether he could deal with Ling Xiao.

Seeing her silence, Ling Xiao's tone suddenly shifted:

"Do you not wish to restore your cultivation and make your grandfather look at you with new eyes?"

"Do you not wish to attain the Angel Godhood and fulfill the generations-long aspiration of the Qian family?"

He paused, adding a touch of world-dominating aura:

"I can even take you a step further, to reach the realm of a God King, or even..."

"The realm of a Creation God!"

"Really? Can you truly restore my cultivation?"

Hearing this, Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat, and she asked with excitement.

As for attaining the Angel Godhood, becoming a God King, or even some Creation God, though she felt stirred, she dared not even imagine such things.

Right now, if only she could restore her cultivation, she would be more than satisfied!

"What is my level of cultivation? Do you think I would need to lie to a little girl like you?"

Ling Xiao's words carried a hint of dominance and arrogance.

The room fell silent.

The expression on Qian Renxue's face shifted constantly—excitement and agitation mixed with a touch of hesitation and struggle.

But she was no ordinary person; she took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe away the tear stains on her face, and straightened her disheveled robes.

By the time she looked up again, her beautiful eyes held only determination and the resolve of a desperate gamble.

She faced the empty room and knelt down with great solemnity.

"Disciple Qian Renxue pays respects to Teacher!"

"I implore Teacher to help me restore my cultivation!"

Watching the stunning young girl kneeling on the ground, Ling Xiao felt a momentary trance, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

He recalled his past on the Dou Qi Continent.

Because of his appearance, Wutan City had one less fallen genius and one more Dou Zun who enjoyed a happy family life and success in both love and career.

But this boomerang had returned far too quickly.

The "old man in the ring" and the "fallen genius"—this script had actually fallen upon his own head.

Only this time, he had become the old man in the ring.

"Good, my obedient disciple, rise."

As the words fell, Qian Renxue felt a gentle force emerge from the void, steadily lifting her body.

Her heart trembled, further solidifying her judgment.

This person's methods were truly unfathomable;

even if he were but a wisp of a remnant soul, he was definitely an existence beyond her imagination.

It seemed she had bet correctly!

"Teacher, what should we do next?"

Qian Renxue tried to keep her voice as calm as possible, yet that urgency still leaked out between the lines.

After all, her grandfather had said

that in three days, he would strip the Angel God Suit from her body.

It was not out of attachment, but because this Angel God Suit held extraordinary significance.

It was the symbol of the direct descendants of the Martial Soul Hall, and it was even more crucial to her mission in the Heaven Dou Empire.

She was unwilling—unwilling to let all these years of forbearance, scheming, and life-and-death struggles end up as a wedding dress for someone else!

"Don't panic, let me assess the situation."

The moment those words fell, Qian Renxue's entire body stiffened violently.

She felt a gaze land upon her; it was formless and intangible, yet before it, she felt like a peeled egg, as if her entire being had been seen through.

Qian Renxue's face flushed a deep red, the heat spreading all the way to her ears.

Subconsciously, she pressed her legs together, standing frozen in place, at a loss for what to do—wanting to cover herself but not daring to, wanting to hide but not daring to move.

She guessed that it was likely her teacher using some divine ability to examine her physical condition, but the shame of being laid bare still made her feel as if she were being roasted over a fire, every breath an agonizing torment.

"The reason for your soul power depletion is the result of this master descending into your sea of consciousness. Your soul power has been involuntarily drawn toward this wisp of my remnant soul; if this continues, both your martial soul and meridians will wither."

"If this master were in my peak state, a single breath would be enough to restore you to your original state, or even help you break through to what you call a Titled Douluo in the blink of an eye."

"But currently, this master's state is not ideal, and I require the aid of some external objects."

Qian Renxue felt that gaze withdraw from her body and let out a long sigh of relief, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Yet, upon hearing the latter half of his words, her heart was instantly hoisted back up.

"Martial Soul Hall is the most powerful force on the Douluo Continent; our treasury contains everything one could desire. As long as Teacher speaks, I will certainly retrieve it."

She gritted her teeth, paused, and then added, "Even if I lack the clearance, I can still beg Grandfather... He will certainly agree."

Though she said this, she did not want to see that face again.

But for the sake of restoring her cultivation, She was willing to risk it all!

"There is no need for such a grand undertaking. Simply acquire the remains of some ten-thousand-year soul beasts, or items containing dense soul power. Notify this master once you are prepared; I shall now enter deep meditation to recover my spirit."

Having said this, Ling Xiao sank into the depths of her sea of consciousness and fell silent.

"Understood, Teacher!"

Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief.

While the remains of ten-thousand-year soul beasts were exceptionally precious and hard to come by, To Martial Soul Hall, And to her, the Young Mistress, they were merely things she could obtain with a wave of her hand.

Afterward, an excitement suppressed for five years could no longer be contained, surging up from the bottom of her heart.

Her cultivation could finally be restored!

She pushed open the Gate of Opening and headed straight for the Martial Soul Hall treasury.

Inside the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong was exceptionally happy today.

She was currently picking out clothes with her beloved disciple Hu Liena, a rare smile gracing the corners of her lips.

"Nana, what do you think of this one?"

Bibi Dong took a purple-gold gown from the rack.

She pulled a purple-gold long dress from the hanger; the soft, golden celestial silk fabric shimmered with a warm, gentle luster.

The collar and cuffs were adorned with tiny purple pearls, each one round and plump.

The entire dress was luxurious without being gaudy, mysterious yet elegant, Clearly the work of a master craftsman.

However, the dimensions.

The bust was identical to her own, but the waist was noticeably narrower.

The length of the skirt was also not quite suited to her height.

Clearly...

This was not chosen for herself!

"The fabric and craftsmanship are top-tier. Teacher's eye is truly unique; you picked the best one here at a single glance."

Hu Liena stepped forward to touch the fabric, smiling in praise.

She naturally saw this as well, and knew who it was chosen for.

She didn't expose it, but her heart felt incredibly bitter, as if something had been snatched away.

"Alright, then we'll settle on this one for now!"

Bibi Dong instructed the servants to carefully wrap the dress, then asked casually:

"What is your young lady doing now?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, after returning from the Worship Hall, the young lady shut herself in her room. She just went to the treasure vault and is currently selecting a soul beast's body."

The female guard captain replied respectfully.

Bibi Dong had naturally received news of what happened in the Worship Hall immediately.

And it was precisely because of this news that her mood today was exceptionally pleasant.

The reason was simple, because she felt that by removing the Angel God Suit, Qian Renxue was much cleaner.

Even though that shameless, dirty bloodline still flowed within her, along with that detestable martial soul.

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