What? Bibi Dong!

What? Bibi Dong!

"Eighth Soul Skill, Thousand Jun Throw!"

Qianjun Douluo's eighth soul ring lit up beneath his feet. The Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand rapidly expanded, turning into a colossal pillar fifteen meters long and half a zhang thick. Blue flames surged from it as it came crashing down on the Medusa Queen.

BOOM!

With a deafening crash, the entire hill trembled. The Coiling Dragon Staff retracted, and the Medusa Queen was reduced to a pile of mangled flesh. A pitch-black soul ring emerged from her corpse.

"Elder Qianjun, go see whether that Medusa soul beast dropped a soul bone," Qian Xunji said. If he remembered correctly, Dugu Bo possessed a Medusa head soul bone. If he had guessed right, it should have come from this Medusa. A fifty-thousand-year Medusa was precisely at the age limit for a soul master's seventh soul ring.

"Yes, Young Master."

Qianjun Douluo had not held out much hope, since the odds of a soul bone dropping were one in ten thousand. Yet this Medusa had actually dropped one—and it was even a precious head soul bone. His luck was absurdly good!

Qian Xunji had no intention of taking it. After all, it was a soul bone Qianjun Douluo had obtained from his kill. Although Qianjun Douluo would certainly not dare object if he took it, doing so for such a minor gain would look terribly greedy and cost him the Qiangu Family's loyalty. That would be a huge loss.

When he reached the mountaintop and looked closely, an inverted cone-shaped hollow came into view. Along the edge of the hollow, thick heat faintly rose from its depths. The hot air was damp and carried a hint of medicinal fragrance.

At the mouth of the valley, the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well lay before him. The hot spring was not large, yet it was divided into two halves. Within the oval pool, milky white and crimson spring water split it down the middle, their boundaries crystal clear. Neither side encroached upon the other, each remaining forever in its own half.

Around the pool, through the dense red-and-white mist, countless exotic flowers and rare herbs grew in a thick, sprawling patch.

Infernal Delicate Apricot, Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Lovesick Heartbreak Red, Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone, Eight Petal Golden Orchid, Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, Aromatic Silk Beauty, Aromatic Silk Beauty, Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King, Snow-Colored Swan Kiss, Ninth Grade Purple Ganoderma.

Before leaving the Pope Palace, Qian Xunji had borrowed Yue Guan's booklet on exotic flowers and rare herbs. Yue Guan was still only a Soul Sage, so borrowing it had been effortless.

To improve one's talent as comprehensively as possible, one naturally had to choose Immortal Herbs that best matched one's martial soul. That would enhance the martial soul's source power and make one's talent stronger.

However, Qian Xunji's talent was already what it was. It would be better to leave such things for his descendants. Thus, he chose the Infernal Delicate Apricot and Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass to strengthen his body. In the future, he could keep playing music, keep dancing, and simply enjoy himself.

He would leave all the work to his descendants. As for himself, why waste any more brain cells? What a leisurely life that would be.

Qian Xunji took out two pieces of warm jade from his Storage Soul Tool. He used Soul Power to hollow out one piece, revealing a sharp blade. He cut down the Infernal Delicate Apricot and Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, kneaded them into a ball, and tossed it into his mouth. Without even chewing, he swallowed it and leaped into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Meanwhile, in Spirit City's Pope Palace.

Qian Daoliu sat on the Pope's throne, blowing his beard and glaring as he frowned irritably at the pile of documents.

Where exactly had Qian Xunji run off to? Why was obtaining a soul ring taking so long? He was already a hundred years old—why could he not retire yet? Every day, he had to waste who knew how many brain cells reviewing this pile of annoying documents.

At that moment, a Red Cardinal hurried inside. "Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Qian Daoliu said blandly, "What happened?"

"Your Holiness the Pope, the Spirit Hall Branch in Luoxi City has reported the awakening of a genius girl named Bibi Dong. She possesses Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power!"

Upon hearing the news, even Qian Daoliu, a hundred-year-old Limit Douluo, felt stirred. He asked, "What are that little girl's two martial souls?"

"The Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor."

Hearing those two martial souls, the excitement in Qian Daoliu's heart faded somewhat. Though both were top-tier martial souls, their attributes were exceedingly evil. He had originally wanted this little girl to become Qian Xunji's Child Bride, lest Qian Xunji chose a wife with insufficient talent and further weakened the Six-Winged Angel's source power. If it degenerated, they would be finished.

In the end, this little girl's martial souls were both evil top-tier martial souls whose attributes opposed the Six-Winged Angel. She could only become a disciple and, in the future, a pillar of Spirit Hall.

Aside from mutations, a child's talent was directly related to their parents. If Qian Daoliu were choosing a wife for Qian Xunji, he would naturally choose a gifted soul master with a martial soul of light, holiness, or fire. Only then could a fetus carrying the Six-Winged Angel martial soul bloodline receive the finest nourishment in the womb.

Due to martial soul inheritance, the stronger martial soul from either parent would be inherited. It should have been a joint inheritance, but the weaker martial soul would be devoured by the stronger one. The strong preyed on the weak; even martial soul inheritance was no exception.

If the Six-Winged Angel ate two spiders whose attributes were completely opposed to its own, would you call that nourishment or poison?

Another three days passed. After consuming the Infernal Delicate Apricot and Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Qian Xunji's cultivation rose another level to Rank 84. He had also cultivated the Ice and Fire Golden Body, and his physical constitution soared dramatically. It felt as though all Eight Extraordinary Meridians within him had been opened. Then, after digging up all the herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, he returned to Spirit Hall.

As for the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, aside from the Immortal Herbs, he could have people harvest another batch there every ten years in the future, allowing the resources to be used sustainably.

After returning to Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu looked over Qian Xunji, whose Soul Power had risen by a full four ranks and who seemed even younger than before. He asked in surprise, "What did you brat go off and do? How did you break through so many ranks in a row?"

"Secret."

Qian Xunji did not answer. There was no reward for answering, only more wasted saliva. No matter how impressive this achievement was, as long as he could not become a god, Qian Daoliu probably would not consider it much.

After becoming Pope, Qian Xunji would have to consider what to do next. First, Tang Chen absolutely had to be lured into the City of Slaughter. Otherwise, how could he deal with the Clear Sky Sect? After all, no matter how clever one was, it was useless against a brute. When a scholar met a soldier, reason was impossible to explain.

The best way was naturally Bo Saixi—make Tang Chen's lovesick brain kick in. As for Qian Daoliu, all he could say was that he had no chance, since he could not become a god.

Even if Qian Xunji peacefully led Qian Daoliu to Sea God Island, Qian Daoliu would definitely get itchy hands and want to fight Bo Saixi. The commotion from their battle would draw Tang Chen over, and Bo Saixi would ultimately fall for Tang Chen.

No matter how Qian Xunji thought about it, there was no way to satisfy everyone. Moreover, if he remembered correctly, Bo Saixi had once come to the continent in her youth and seen Tang Chen from afar. Tang Chen had already married by then, yet Bo Saixi had still fallen for him. It was simply ridiculous.

Qian Daoliu flicked his sleeve. "If you do not wish to say, then forget it. A Twin Martial Souls genius named Bibi Dong has awakened below. She will arrive at Spirit Hall in a few days. Take her as your disciple. Tomorrow, I will transfer the position of Pope to you."

Qian Xunji, who had been pondering future developments, instantly widened his eyes. "What? Bibi Dong!"