Bibi Dong Becomes Younger

Gu Qingshan stepped back twice, leaning against the wall to watch in silence.

To be honest, he was looking forward to this.

The Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone was an immortal herb intended for Zhu Zhuqing in the original work, serving to increase Soul Power Level and improve one's constitution.

However, Zhu Zhuqing was a young girl when she consumed it, whereas Bibi Dong was a peerless Douluo of a much more advanced age, meaning the herb's effects on her would be significantly diminished.

He leaned against the wall, chewing on a Blue Silver Leaf, his gaze fixed on Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged on the carpet, her purple-gold Pope's robes spread out across the floor like a giant, blooming flower.

The soft, form-fitting ceremonial gown perfectly outlined her curves; her back was straight, her waist slender, and her seated posture further accentuated the arc between her waist and hips.

Under the influence of the immortal herb's medicinal power, her face was undergoing subtle changes.

Those tiny, almost invisible fine lines were vanishing, collagen was replenishing beneath her skin, and her lips were becoming fuller.

Gu Qingshan's chewing slowed.

He suddenly understood what was meant by "a girl's skin, a woman's figure."

Bibi Dong's face now looked at most twenty years old.

Smooth, firm, plump, and glowing with a rosy flush, it was brimming with collagen, as pure as a fresh graduate.

Yet her figure remained that of a mature woman: full breasts, a slender waist, rounded hips, and long legs—every curve written with maturity and allure.

Purity and allure, two traits that should have been contradictory, were perfectly fused within her at this moment.

It was like a glass of strong spirits held in a crystal goblet.

Clear and transparent, yet burning the heart when consumed.

Gu Qingshan took a deep breath, chewed the Blue Silver Leaf in his mouth, and swallowed it.

"I really wish I could grow up faster!"

Bibi Dong's eyelashes fluttered slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.

She then raised a hand to touch her face.

Smooth, firm, and full of elasticity.

It felt just as it had when she was twenty.

Then, she smiled.

A woman in her forties, smiling like a twenty-year-old girl.

Watching this smile, Gu Qingshan suddenly felt that bringing the immortal herb back for Bibi Dong might be the most correct thing he had done since transmigrating.

"Qingshan, your immortal herb is excellent." Bibi Dong stood up and looked at her disciple, her purple eyes filled with satisfaction and gratification.

"I am glad you like it, Teacher."

Gu Qingshan took the Blue Silver Leaf out of his mouth. "Also, there is news regarding Dugu Bo."

Bibi Dong's eyebrows arched slightly.

"Speak."

"Dugu Bo will join the Martial Soul Hall," Gu Qingshan said. "In half a year."

"Dugu Bo will join the Martial Soul Hall?"

Gu Qingshan nodded. "Yes, it has been settled."

Bibi Dong was silent for a long time.

She recalled her experience trying to recruit Dugu Bo years ago.

Back then, she had just succeeded as Pope, full of spirit and ambition, wanting to bring every Title Douluo on the continent under the banner of the Martial Soul Hall.

She had gone to the Sunset Forest herself to negotiate with him in person.

In the end, Dugu Bo had refused.

He had refused quite bluntly, very rudely, and even with a hint of Taunt.

"I am used to being a lone wolf; I am not accustomed to being anyone's dog."

Later, she sent Chrysanthemum Douluo to hunt him down—partly out of anger, and partly to teach him a lesson.

But several assassination attempts failed; Dugu Bo was the type to run if he couldn't win, fleeing faster than a rabbit, and he was covered in poison.

She had not expected that what she failed to accomplish back then would be achieved by her six-year-old disciple.

Bibi Dong looked at Gu Qingshan, her gaze holding something she had never shown this child before.

It was the pride of a mother watching her son complete a major task independently for the first time.

"Qingshan," she began, her voice softer than usual.

"Yes?"

"You have done very well."

He smiled and simply nodded.

The office fell silent for a moment. Sunlight streamed through the window, dust motes drifting slowly within the beams of light like countless tiny, flickering stars.

"Qingshan." Bibi Dong spoke again.

"Yes?"

"Once you reach the rank of Soul Ancestor, Teacher will appoint you as the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son."

Gu Qingshan's chewing of the Blue Silver Leaf paused.

Martial Soul Hall Holy Son.

The heir to the Martial Soul Hall Pope.

This position did not exist in the original plot.

Gu Qingshan swallowed the Blue Silver Leaf and looked into Bibi Dong's eyes.

There was no hint of probing in those purple pupils.

She was serious.

"Thank you, Teacher," Gu Qingshan said, his tone calm, though his heart was anything but.

"Go back if there is nothing else. Do not neglect your cultivation."

Gu Qingshan turned to leave, but stopped abruptly when he reached the door.

"Teacher."

"Yes?"

"What level are you at now?"

Bibi Dong's pen paused. She looked up at Gu Qingshan's back, the corners of her mouth curving slightly.

"Ninety-eight."

Gu Qingshan nodded and pushed the door open to leave.

Half a year later, Dugu Bo completely purged the hidden dangers of his poison and, as agreed, secretly joined Martial Soul Hall, continuing to guard the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

After Ye Lingling consumed the Aromatic Silk Beauty and the flaws of her Nine Heart Begonia were resolved, she could use her healing soul skills without restriction, no longer needing to worry about her own lifespan.

For any team, a top-tier healing support with infinite endurance is worth no less than a Title Douluo.

Gu Qingshan was also present on the day Ghost Douluo consumed the Nether Other Shore Flower.

Chrysanthemum Douluo had specifically called him over. The two stood outside Ghost Douluo's cultivation room, separated by a thick stone door, sensing the fluctuations of energy within.

Ghost Douluo's real name was Gui Mei, and his martial soul was the Ghost, just like his name.

He was a level ninety-five Title Douluo who had partnered with Chrysanthemum Douluo for many years; their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Polar Static Domain, was one of Bibi Dong's trump cards.

Once the Polar Static Domain was released, all enemies within its range would be immobilized, unable to move, attack, or use soul skills.

Inside the cultivation room, the aura of the Nether Other Shore Flower was merging with Ghost Douluo's martial soul.

Gu Qingshan stood outside the door, eyes closed, using his spiritual power to perceive the changes within.

An hour later, the stone door slowly opened. Ghost Douluo walked out, dressed in a black robe, his face as indistinct as ever.

Level ninety-six. Like Chrysanthemum Douluo, he had broken through to level ninety-six.

His gaze passed over Chrysanthemum Douluo and landed on Gu Qingshan.

Then, he performed an action that surprised even his partner, Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Ghost Douluo bowed slightly and offered a salute to Gu Qingshan.

Anyone who knew Gui Mei knew that this Title Douluo was usually taciturn, disliked socializing, and maintained an indifferent, distant demeanor toward everyone.

Even when facing the Pope Bibi Dong, his salutes were merely standard, ritualistic gestures devoid of any extra emotion.

"Many thanks to Young Master Qingshan for bestowing the immortal herb."

Gu Qingshan did not dodge, accepting the salute with composure.

"Elder Ghost, there is no need for such courtesy. In the future, there will be many matters where I must rely on the two of you."