Please, Teacher, Help Me Recover My Cultivation! Is Bibi Dong Planning to Make Up with Qian Renxue?

"No, impossible."

Hearing this,

Qian Renxue was so frustrated she could barely speak, yet there was nothing she could do.

She believed that even if her grandfather wanted to strip her of her Soul Bone, he would believe her.

But she wasn't sure whether he could deal with Ling Xiao.

Seeing her fall silent, Ling Xiao suddenly changed his tone.

"Don't you want to recover your cultivation and make your grandfather see you in a new light?"

"Don't you want to attain Angel Godhood and fulfill the generations-old wish of the Qian Family?"

He paused,

and his voice took on an even more imperious air:

"I can even help you go further, reach the God King realm, or even..."

"The realm of the Creation God!"

"Really? You can really help me recover my cultivation?"

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

As for attaining Angel Godhood, becoming a God King, or even some kind of Creation God—

though her heart raced at the thought, she didn't even dare to dream of it.

Right now, as long as she could recover her cultivation,

she would be satisfied!

"What level of cultivation do I have? Why would I lie to a little girl like you?"

Ling Xiao's words brimmed with dominance and arrogance.

The room fell silent.

Qian Renxue's expression shifted back and forth, excitement and exhilaration mixed with uncertainty and struggle.

But she was no ordinary person. She took a deep breath, raised a hand to wipe away her tears, and straightened her rumpled clothes.

When she lifted her head again,

her beautiful eyes held nothing but resolve and the desperate determination to stake everything on this.

Facing the empty room, she solemnly fell to her knees.

"Your disciple, Qian Renxue, pays her respects to her teacher!"

"Please, Teacher, help me recover my cultivation!"

Looking at the peerlessly beautiful young woman kneeling before him, Ling Xiao was momentarily dazed, his heart a tumult of emotions.

He thought back to his past on the Dou Qi Continent.

Because of his arrival,

Wutan City had one fewer fallen prodigy and one more Dou Zun with a happy family and success in both love and career.

But that boomerang had come back far too quickly.

The old man in the ring and the fallen prodigy—the script had somehow landed in his lap again.

Only this time,

he was the old man in the ring.

"Good. My good disciple, get up."

As soon as he spoke, Qian Renxue felt a gentle force appear out of thin air and steadily lift her to her feet.

Her heart tightened, and her judgment grew even firmer.

This person's methods really were unfathomable.

Even as nothing more than a wisp of remnant soul, he was beyond anything she could imagine.

It seemed she had bet on the right person!

"Teacher, what should we do next?"

Qian Renxue tried to keep her voice calm, but the urgency still seeped through every word.

After all, her grandfather had said that

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

It wasn't that she couldn't bear to part with it—

the Angel God Suit was simply far too important.

It was the symbol of the Spirit Hall's direct heir, and it was also closely tied to her mission in the Heaven Dou Empire.

She wasn't willing to accept it. She wasn't willing to let all those years of patience, scheming, and risking her life end with someone else reaping the rewards!

"Don't panic. Let me take a look at your situation."

The moment he finished speaking, Qian Renxue's whole body stiffened.

She felt a gaze fall upon her. It was formless and intangible,

yet before it, she felt like a shelled egg, as though she were being seen through completely.

Qian Renxue's face flushed all the way to her ears.

She instinctively pressed her thighs together,

then froze in place, flustered. She wanted to cover herself but didn't dare; she wanted to hide but didn't dare either.

She guessed that her teacher was using some sort of divine ability to examine her physical condition,

but the shame of being laid bare before someone still made her feel as if she were being roasted over a fire.

Every second was agony.

"The reason your Soul Power has been draining away is that your teacher descended into your sea of consciousness.

Your Soul Power has been unconsciously drawn toward this remnant soul of mine. Over time, both your Martial Soul and your meridians have withered somewhat."

"If your teacher were at the peak of his strength, a single breath would restore you completely. Even breaking through what you call a Titled Douluo would take no more than a snap of my fingers."

"But my condition isn't very good right now. I'll need the help of some external objects."

Qian Renxue felt the gaze withdraw from her and let out a long sigh of relief,

nearly collapsing to the ground.

But when she heard the second half of his words, her heart leapt right back into her throat.

"Our Spirit Hall is the most powerful force on the Douluo Continent. Our treasury has everything. Just say the word, Teacher, and I'll fetch it."

She gritted her teeth, paused, then added,

"Even if I don't have permission, I can ask my grandfather... He'll definitely agree."

Even so, she didn't want to see that face again.

But to recover her cultivation,

she was willing to risk everything!

"There's no need to go to all that trouble. Just get the remains of some Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, or something containing abundant Soul Power.

Let me know when you're ready. I'll rest for now and recover my mind."

With that, Ling Xiao sank deep into her sea of consciousness and fell silent.

"All right, Teacher!"

Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief.

The remains of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were extraordinarily precious and hard to come by,

but to the Spirit Hall,

and to her, its young mistress, they were easy to obtain.

Then, the excitement she had suppressed for five years finally surged up from the depths of her heart, impossible to contain any longer.

Her cultivation could finally be restored!

She flung open the door and headed straight for the Spirit Hall treasury.

Inside the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong was in especially high spirits today.

She was picking out clothes with her beloved disciple, Hu Liena, a rare smile on her lips.

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

Bibi Dong took a dress from the rack, purple and gold.

She lifted a purple-and-gold dress from the rack. Its soft golden silkworm-silk fabric shimmered with a gentle sheen.

The collar and cuffs were studded with tiny purple pearls, each one perfectly round and full.

The dress was luxurious without being ostentatious, mysterious yet elegant—

at a glance, it was clearly the work of a master.

But the size...

The bust was just like hers, but the waist was noticeably narrower.

The hemline was also ill-suited to her height.

Clearly...

she hadn't chosen it for herself!

"The fabric and the workmanship are both first-rate. Teacher's eye really is exceptional. You picked out the best one here at a glance."

Hu Liena stepped forward, touched the fabric, and praised it with a smile.

Of course, she had noticed that too, and she knew who the dress was for.

She didn't say anything,

but inside, she felt a pang of bitterness, as if something had been taken from her.

"Good. We'll take this one, then!"

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

"What is our young mistress doing now?"

"Your Majesty, after returning from the Worship Hall, the young mistress shut herself in her room. She went to the treasury just now and is choosing the remains of Soul Beasts."

The captain of the female guards answered respectfully.

Bibi Dong had naturally received word of what happened in the Worship Hall at once.

It was precisely because of that news that she was in such a good mood today.

There was no other reason—

she felt that, with the Angel God Suit stripped away, Qian Renxue had been cleansed of much of what had tainted her.

Though that shameless, filthy bloodline still flowed through her veins, along with that loathsome Martial Soul.