An Unconventional Cultivation Method

Fang Mo stood before the desk and waited.

Bibi Dong watched him for a moment, then took a thick Parchment Scroll from the bookshelf and spread it out before him.

"This is the cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls."

Her voice was calm, as if stating a fact. "There are no public textbooks for this on the continent, because there are too few owners of Twin Martial Souls. I compiled this scroll myself."

Fang Mo lowered his head to look.

The handwriting on the Parchment Scroll was identical to the handwriting in the notes on the desk. They had all been written by Bibi Dong herself.

Dense annotations, repeatedly revised formulas, precautions marked in different-colored inks—some places even had crude diagrams.

This was not material copied from ancient texts. It was experience Bibi Dong had written down stroke by stroke with more than a decade of blood, sweat, and tears.

Unfortunately, Bibi Dong had been bewitched by Yu Xiaogang. For Tang San's sake, that man had obtained the cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls from her.

By the end of Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong had even died miserably by his own hand.

If Tang San had been trained according to Yu Xiaogang's theories, perhaps he would have even ruined his second Martial Soul.

At that moment, Bibi Dong continued:

"The greatest problem with Twin Martial Souls is the rejection between the two Martial Souls. Every time a soul ring is added, that rejection multiplies.

"If you cannot balance the power of the two Martial Souls, at best your cultivation will regress and you will be injured. At worst, your soul will be torn apart, turning you into an idiot."

Fang Mo raised his head to meet Bibi Dong's eyes. Her gaze suddenly sharpened.

"So, from today onward, I will be fully arranging your cultivation.

"When I say you may add a soul ring, you will add one. When I say stop, you will stop."

Bibi Dong leaned slightly forward, her violet eyes fixed directly on Fang Mo.

"Can you do that?"

Fang Mo held her gaze for three seconds.

Then, he nodded heavily.

"I can, Teacher."

Bibi Dong leaned back in her chair and slowly closed her eyes.

"Leave. A servant will take you back to your room. Starting tomorrow, come to this study every day at the hour of the dragon."

Fang Mo turned and walked toward the door.

When he reached it, he heard a soft murmur from behind him, as though she were speaking to him, yet also to herself:

"Another Twin Martial Soul..."

Fang Mo did not turn around.

He pushed open the door and walked out.

The corridor was empty.

Fang Mo leaned against the wall and slowly let out a breath before heading toward his room.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Spirit Dong'er's voice sounded faintly, carrying a trace of exhaustion and barely perceptible pride.

"I was the one who made that Rakshasa Scythe."

Fang Mo was not surprised.

"I know."

"You don't."

Dong'er's voice lowered.

"That Rakshasa Scythe was my divine artifact in my past life. When I died in battle, it shattered along with me.

"But I hid its fragments deep within my Remnant Soul. When you awakened last night, the fragments were brought out with you."

"So you activated the fragments just now?"

"Mm."

Fang Mo fell silent for a moment.

Spirit Dong'er said somewhat despondently, "You were right. You and I are bound together now. The stronger you become, the stronger I become as well."

"She is me. The version of me that has not yet been shattered. She is young, powerful, and possesses limitless possibilities..."

"She has plenty of experience cultivating Twin Martial Souls. If I were only a humanoid Martial Soul, she would at most be curious.

"But if the Rakshasa Scythe is added, turning you into someone with Twin Martial Souls, then she will personally teach you.

"You and I have two Twin Martial Souls, and Xue'er has two half-god powers. I refuse to believe I can still lose this time."

Leaning against the wall, Fang Mo listened to Spirit Dong'er's words, and a complicated feeling rose within him.

Spirit Dong'er was plotting against Bibi Dong.

After hearing her out, Fang Mo closed his eyes.

"How much did it cost you?"

"A lot..."

Spirit Dong'er's voice grew weaker. "After the Rakshasa Scythe fragments are activated, I need to sleep for a while.

"At least three days, at most half a month. During that time, be careful on your own."

"Mm."

"One more thing. Don't think I'm helping you. I just don't want to watch myself die again."

The corners of Fang Mo's lips lifted slightly.

"I know."

The fluctuations in the Sea of Consciousness gradually calmed. Dong'er's phantom slowly sank into the depths of darkness, like a fallen leaf sinking into deep water.

Before Spirit Dong'er entered her slumber,

she opened her Sea of Consciousness to him, allowing Fang Mo to learn from her divine sense about Bibi Dong's Martial Soul's current state.

First Martial Soul: Rakshasa God · Bibi Dong (Remnant Soul)

Both her godhead and divine position had been shattered. Its quality lay between top-tier and god-tier, which was why her Innate Soul Power was only level ten, nowhere near Qian Renxue's level twenty.

Second Martial Soul: Divine Artifact · Rakshasa Scythe (Damaged)

Its quality lay between top-tier and god-tier Martial Souls. It retained the Rakshasa Scythe's original attributes while also incorporating devouring attributes.

According to the original story, the Rakshasa Scythe did not possess devouring attributes, but Fang Mo had his own speculation.

Death Spider Emperor: defense, control, deadly poison, corrosion.

Soul-Eater Spider Emperor: powerful attack, execution, soul-devouring, plunder.

Because both the Rakshasa God's godhead and divine position had shattered, Rakshasa God · Bibi Dong, Divine Artifact · Rakshasa Scythe, the Death Spider Emperor, and the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor

became entangled by the shattered divine power. Thus, Spirit Dong'er and the Martial Soul divine artifact, the Rakshasa Scythe, were formed.

Then, for some special reason, Bibi Dong became his Martial Soul.

But this was merely speculation.

Spirit Dong'er had now fallen unconscious, and Fang Mo had no way to verify it.

However, after receiving this information, Fang Mo came up with a bold idea.

Since the gods of the God Realm could use inheritances to increase the age of soul rings for successors to divine positions,

could he use the Rakshasa Scythe's devouring attribute to indirectly increase the age of his own soul rings?

He did not have divine power to directly raise their age, but he could devour something and then use it to raise them.

Although the idea was wonderful, Fang Mo would have to put it into practice first.

The next morning.

Fang Mo was awakened by a knock at the door.

"Young master, it is the third quarter of the hour of the rabbit." It was the servant from yesterday.

Fang Mo opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling for two seconds before remembering where he was.

The Pope Palace.

He flipped upright and quickly got dressed.

Bibi Dong had said, "Come to the study at the hour of the dragon." It was only the third quarter of the hour of the rabbit, leaving another quarter of an hour.

When Fang Mo opened his door, the servant was already waiting outside with washing supplies in hand.

"His Holiness the Pope is already awake." The servant lowered her head, keeping her voice low. "Her Holiness instructed that after you finish breakfast, you are to go directly to the study."

"Understood. Thank you, Sister."

The servant's ears reddened slightly, and she quickly stepped away.

As Fang Mo washed his face, he sorted through everything in his mind. Yesterday's flood of information had been too great; he needed to make every point clear.

First, Twin Martial Souls had been officially confirmed.

That meant Bibi Dong would personally guide him. This was his greatest shield within Spirit Hall.

Second, the Elder Hall had not openly objected, but its attitude was one of "forced acceptance."

The Elder Hall's loyalty to Qian Xunji was not an act. They would remain wary of anyone whose origins were unknown.

Third, the Consecrated Hall was loyal to the Qian Clan and obeyed only the High Priest, Qian Daoliu.

And Bibi Dong taking in a disciple was a subtle variable in the Qian Clan's balance of power.