One Month Later, Bibi Dong Appears Again.

"Angel Legion!!"

Hearing Murong Huai's words, Qian Xunji's expression froze, and he whispered:

"Little Huai, how do you know about them? This is the most elite legion of my Martial Soul Hall. We have over fifty thousand troops setting out this time; taking Sea God Island will be more than enough. Isn't it overkill to use them?"

The force Murong Huai mentioned was indeed the most elite legion of Martial Soul Hall. Its members were few, numbering around one hundred, all of whom were powerhouses above the Soul Saint realm. Their martial souls were all Twin-Winged Angels, possessing unparalleled aerial combat capabilities. Coordinating together, even a Titled Douluo might not be their match.

Hearing Qian Xunji's words, Murong Huai remained unconvinced and said:

"Senior Brother, Sea God Island is extraordinary, and the ocean is treacherous. Having the Angel Legion provides an extra layer of security."

Listening to Murong Huai, Qian Xunji pondered for a moment before making a decision. He took a golden token from his Soul Tool, handed it to Murong Huai, and exhorted:

"Little Huai, Senior Brother trusts you. This token is my Angel Token. It grants the authority to mobilize the Angel Legion three times. Take it..."

Just as Murong Huai was about to refuse, Qian Xunji pressed his hand down and said:

"Little Huai, listen to me. As a trump card of the Qian family of Martial Soul Hall, the Angel Legion cannot be deployed under normal circumstances. However, your concerns are also reasonable."

"So, for the sake of caution, after I depart and reach the sea, I will send you a message every three days. If I suddenly stop sending messages, it proves the situation is dangerous. Then, you must take the token to Angel God Mountain behind Douluo Hall, find the Angel Legion commander Qian Lingjun, and have him assemble the Angel Legion to head to Sea God Island for reinforcements." Qian Xunji pressed his hands on Murong Huai's shoulders, instructing him earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Murong Huai looked at the token in his hand and nodded heavily.

"Senior Brother, rest assured."

"Good, now hear my order: the army sets out!" Having finished his pre-battle declaration, Qian Pocheng immediately ordered the march to begin.

"We obey the order!"

"We obey the order!"

The crowd shouted in unison, their voices surging with fervor. Afterward, everyone boarded the ships, and accompanied by the sound of horns, the warships slowly sailed away.

Murong Huai, Wu Xianyun, and the others stood by the river, watching the army depart. Murong Huai's eyes were filled with worry. Although he had made many preparations, whether he could change everything remained unknown.

He secretly swore in his heart, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes:

"Sea God Island, it is best that my family does not suffer too much harm in this battle; otherwise, in time, I will personally annihilate Sea God Island!!"

----One month later, Star Dome Valley.

Swish, swish, swish—

In the early morning of Star Dome Valley, thin mist like gauze lightly covered the rolling mountains. Murong Huai stood alone in an open sword practice field in the valley. Although the long sword in his hand was moving, it lacked its usual sharpness and focus.

The wind in the valley blew gently, carrying away a few fallen leaves, much like his erratic state of mind. His sword momentum grew chaotic, and Murong Huai's movements became sluggish, devoid of any method.

Not far away, Gui Mei, Yue Guan, Tu Zhen, and Ju Qinglan saw this and shook their heads helplessly.

"The Holy Son cannot go on in this state..."

"It is the Holy Son's first time experiencing such things. Sigh, this is the first time our Martial Soul Hall has launched a direct frontal assault on Sea God Island. Who knows how great the danger is?"

"Of the four elders in the family, three have gone with the army. Who wouldn't be worried..."

Seeing this, Yue Guan shook his head.

"Aiya, stop talking. You're giving me a headache. Think of a way to solve the problem! This month, other than his physique and soul power, the Holy Son's growth in swordsmanship has been minimal. If this continues, when the Pope returns, won't he beat us to death?"

Ju Qinglan sighed, "With a restless mind, practicing this sword is all in vain..."

"Then what can we do? None of us can persuade him..."

"Eh, why don't we go find Hall Master Wu?" Tu Zhen raised his hand to speak. However, Yue Guan slapped his hand away.

"What nonsense are you spouting? How much better could Hall Master Wu's state be? She stays in the Martial Soul Sanctuary every day handling government affairs. Anyone with eyes can see she is also worried about Marshal Murong and the others..."

"Then what do we do..."

"..."

"Eh, wait, I suddenly thought of someone..." Ju Qinglan's eyes lit up.

"Who?"

"Who?"

After the group huddled together, Ju Qinglan whispered her idea.

"We do this... blah blah blah..."

"Eh, good idea!"

"I think it works..."

"Let's do it!"

"Good, then who is going!" Gui Mei raised the question. As the words fell, the other three looked at Gui Mei simultaneously. The latter froze and rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, sigh, fine, fine, I'll go!"

"It's up to you, Old Ghost!"

The next day, Murong Huai arrived at Star Dome Valley. After completing his daily physical and soul power training, he summoned the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword, yet his eyes lacked the desire to practice swordsmanship.

In truth, Murong Huai knew where his problem lay. A person's greatest weakness is their family; even though he possessed the soul of an adult from his past life, he could not avoid this.

Just as he prepared to draw his sword, an ethereal, sweet voice rang out.

"Brother Murong!!!"

Murong Huai was stunned. He turned around to see a girl in a pink-purple dress running toward him. Murong Huai snapped out of it, a smile appearing on his face.

"Dong'er, why are you here?"

The person who arrived was none other than Bibi Dong. Hearing Murong Huai's words, Bibi Dong blinked her eyes, her finger tapping lightly against her cheek, looking exceptionally cute. She turned and pointed in a certain direction.

"That uncle brought me here... eh, where did he go?"

Bibi Dong discovered that Gui Mei, who had brought her, along with the others, had vanished without a trace. She looked a bit dazed. Seeing this, Murong Huai instantly understood; this was definitely the work of Yue Guan and the others, and he understood their intentions.

Murong Huai walked up and ruffled Bibi Dong's hair. "No need to look, Dong'er, you won't be able to find them."

Bibi Dong nodded, then looked at Murong Huai and said with a smile:

"Brother Murong, this place is so beautiful. Do you usually cultivate here?"

"That's right. How is Dong'er doing with your cultivation at the Primary Martial Soul Academy?"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong put her hands on her hips, tilted her little head, and said proudly:

"Brother Murong, Dong'er is very impressive! I already have sixteen levels of soul power now, and I'm the top student in our primary class!"

"Improving by three levels of soul power in over half a year, Dong'er is truly amazing." Murong Huai patted Bibi Dong's head.

Bibi Dong was indeed worthy of being a genius with Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power. Coupled with the resources provided by Martial Soul Hall, her starting point was much higher than that of a certain blacksmith's son in the future.

At the Primary Martial Soul Academy, the teachers' levels ranged from Soul Elder to Soul King, which was much stronger than some half-baked instructors.

In the original work, Bibi Dong's talent was far more formidable than Tang Hao's. The age at which she reached Title Douluo was definitely no more than forty, perhaps even just over thirty. It was only because she kept a low profile; otherwise, there would be no place for Tang Hao to be called the youngest Title Douluo on the continent.

"Brother Murong, Dong'er wants to go shopping in Martial Soul City. Will you accompany me, please?" Bibi Dong hugged Murong Huai's arm and said coaxingly.

"Alright, I'll go with you, Dong'er." Murong Huai smiled dotingly, then glanced at a large rock not far away and shook his head with a smile.

"Alright, stop hiding. You've all heard it, right? Prepare the carriage, we're going to Martial Soul City..."

Hearing Murong Huai's words, the four men hurriedly scrambled out from behind the large rock.

"Right away, Holy Son. The carriage is already prepared outside..."

"Holy Son, Miss Dong'er, please..."