Bibi Dong's Adorable Side, Xiao Yao's Place in Qian Daoliu's Heart

In the evening, the setting sun shone over Xiao Yao and Bibi Dong's shoulders as they walked side by side.

Bibi Dong's hand would always brush against Xiao Yao's as if by accident. Every time she went to such lengths to touch him,

she would feel a surge of joy inside, a faint smile appearing on her face as her little cheeks flushed red.

Watching Bibi Dong like this, Xiao Yao found her incredibly adorable and amusing. All along the way, he silently admired her little movements and expressions.

This was far more wonderful than studying in class that afternoon. Xiao Yao liked this moment.

Thus, the two of them tacitly took a slightly longer route and leisurely made their way home.

When they were nearly home, Xiao Yao suddenly reached out with his small hand and held Bibi Dong's.

Feeling her hand wrapped in her young master's, Bibi Dong's face instantly turned crimson. This was indeed how they held hands in her dreams, but holding hands for real was far too exciting for her, wasn't it?

Steam practically rose from Bibi Dong's head. Her mind felt dizzy, and she could barely see the road clearly.

Seeing how strongly Bibi Dong reacted, Xiao Yao laughed heartily, released her hand, and returned home.

Bibi Dong watched Xiao Yao's retreating figure enter the house. She stood there for quite a while before gradually recovering, murmuring, "Young Master, honestly... you're always bullying me."

Half an hour later, after finishing dinner, the two began their post-meal exercise.

Bibi Dong was currently using Martial Soul Possession, and she threw a punch straight at Xiao Yao's face.

Xiao Yao had his eyes closed. His movements seemed unhurried, yet with the slightest tilt of his head, he dodged Bibi Dong's punch.

Bibi Dong followed up with a flurry of punches and kicks, but Xiao Yao always managed to evade her attacks by the narrowest margin.

After fighting for a while, Bibi Dong stopped, panting as she asked, "Young Master, why can you achieve such instinctive reactions even without using Martial Soul Possession?"

"We've both trained for a year, yet I only feel like I can use a little of the Martial Soul Origin's power and instinct."

"Could it be that your Golden Lion Mastiff doesn't merely enhance physical attributes, but also improves comprehension?"

"Otherwise, there really is no explanation for why you improve so quickly. Even Grandpa Qian Daoliu is endlessly astonished by the pace of your progress."

Xiao Yao opened his eyes and looked at Bibi Dong, whose cheeks were flushed and whose hair was slightly disheveled.

He stepped forward, tucked the hair before her face behind her ear, and said,

"The Golden Lion Mastiff's enhancement of one's physique is unparalleled. And strengthening the physique naturally includes strengthening the brain."

"After all, the brain is part of the body. That is why people with exceptionally powerful physical qualities are rarely stupid."

"And after every Title Douluo undergoes nine rounds of physical strengthening from soul rings, their mental processing speed, comprehension, memory, learning ability, and other aspects naturally far surpass those of ordinary soul masters."

"So, in Douluo Continent, the higher a soul master's rank, the smarter they are."

Listening to her young master's words, Bibi Dong thought, So Grandpa Qian Daoliu is the smartest person in Spirit Hall? But why is Grandpa Qian Daoliu so... well, stubborn when handling certain matters?

Hearing Bibi Dong's assessment of Qian Daoliu, Xiao Yao smiled and said, "Dong'er, were you about to say that Grandpa Qian Daoliu can be rigid and unwilling to adapt at times?"

Bibi Dong immediately said, "I never said that!"

Xiao Yao continued, "Being intelligent does not mean being smooth and flexible. First and foremost, Grandpa Qian Daoliu is a person with his own values and things he must uphold. Only after that is he the smartest person in Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong nodded vaguely.

Xiao Yao did not elaborate further. In the evaluations of netizens from his previous life, Qian Daoliu had received both praise and criticism, but overall, the positive reviews far outweighed the negative ones.

As for Xiao Yao in this life, his favorable impression of Qian Daoliu was extremely high. Qian Daoliu gave him the very best treatment, treating him more dearly than even his own son. Although Xiao Yao knew Qian Daoliu might want his help with certain matters in the future, aside from family, who in this world would give selflessly without expecting anything in return?

The matters Qian Daoliu might ask him to help with in the future could be as easy as lifting a finger for his future self, but the extent of Qian Daoliu's help toward him now truly could be called all-out support.

Who on the entire continent could receive twenty-four-hour protection from a Super Douluo during their growth period? Who could receive the assistance of four Super Douluo when seeking soul rings—one of whom was even a level 99 Peerless Douluo?

Therefore, if he became a god in the future, Xiao Yao would definitely bring Qian Daoliu with him to the God Realm.

In truth, the remaining elders of Worship Hall—Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qingluan Douluo, and his own grandfather, Mighty Lion Douluo—were all exceptionally gifted and talented. They had fought their way out from among countless people over one or two hundred years.

Their talent and ability were at least far superior to Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others. If he gave Immortal Herbs to Golden Crocodile, Qingluan, and his grandfather, Golden Lion, then their talents would basically meet the standard for a God Trial.

If he truly became a god in the future, he would certainly need his own inner circle. It would be entirely reasonable to bring along the Worship Hall elders who had done their utmost to help him while he was still weak.

After the two chatted for a while longer, a maid came running over and reported that someone named Yue Guan had come to request an audience outside the estate.

Upon hearing that name, Xiao Yao's eyes lit up. He immediately rose to his feet and headed outside himself.

A person stood outside the gate, with skin as delicate as a baby's and an enchanting appearance that gave off a peculiar impression. This person was Yue Guan.

Yue Guan was feeling somewhat uneasy. Yesterday evening, he had been at home confiding in Ghost Douluo.

Just as their conversation was getting lively, Qian Daoliu had suddenly appeared and said that the Holy Son wished to see him, ordering him to visit Golden Lion Douluo's residence the following evening.

Then Qian Daoliu had vanished.

At the time, both he and Ghost Douluo had been bewildered. They had heard that Spirit Hall had a Holy Son, though they had never met him. As for Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder, they had indeed met him.

Qian Daoliu was Spirit Hall's strongest fighter, a level 99 Peerless Douluo and one of the absolute peaks of power across the entire continent. Yet such an existence

had actually taken on the task of delivering a message, telling him to visit the Holy Son. This was something that could clearly have been conveyed by any servant.

Yet Qian Daoliu had personally chosen to notify him. That could prove only one thing: the Holy Son held an extremely important place in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Important enough that whenever the Holy Son wanted to do something, Qian Daoliu would personally make the arrangements.

After realizing this, both of them had been deeply shocked. This Holy Son, who had been unknown for an entire year, actually held such a high status in Spirit Hall.

That was why Yue Guan, now standing outside Golden Lion Douluo's residence, was extremely nervous. He feared that he might do something wrong, wondering whether he had ever offended the Holy Son. If he truly had offended the Holy Son somewhere, Qian Daoliu had plenty of ways to deal with someone as insignificant as him. With one strike of Qian Daoliu's sword, he would probably melt away.

Just as Yue Guan was lost in all kinds of thoughts, the gate opened.