Bibi Dong: Your Politeness Disgusts Me

Hearing footsteps, Qian Xunji did not turn around, but spoke faintly, yet his words carried an intangible pressure that made the air in the entire hall feel several degrees heavier.

"You've returned?"

Bibi Dong released her grip on Deng Tianxin, knelt on one knee, and lowered her head in a salute: "Teacher, this disciple has returned."

Deng Tianxin was placed on the ground and stumbled slightly before finding his footing.

He tilted his head, curiously sizing up the man standing on the dais with his back to them.

The feeling this person gave him was completely different from Bibi Dong; although Bibi Dong was formidable, her aura was like a drawn sword—sharp and direct.

In contrast, the feeling Qian Xunji gave him was like a mountain pressing down on his head, heavy and suffocating, making him instinctively want to shrink back.

Qian Xunji slowly turned around.

He appeared to be in his early thirties, with a handsome face and deep-set features. His golden hair draped behind him, and his golden Pope's robes trailed on the floor; every gesture he made was imbued with the majesty of one in a position of power.

His gaze lingered on Bibi Dong for a moment before slowly shifting downward to land on Deng Tianxin.

The gaze was calm, yet it made Deng Tianxin feel as if he were being stared at by a predatory beast.

Qian Xunji looked at Deng Tianxin, his brows furrowing slightly, and asked in an indifferent tone: "Dong'er, who is this child?"

Bibi Dong stood up, about to open her mouth to answer.

Deng Tianxin stepped forward neatly before Bibi Dong could speak.

He straightened his small back, folded his hands properly in front of him, and performed a standard ninety-degree bow, without a hint of hesitation.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope," Deng Tianxin's voice was milky and soft, yet every word was enunciated clearly and precisely. "My name is Deng Tianxin, I am six years old, and I have come to Spirit Hall to broaden my horizons with Auntie Bibi Dong. It is a pleasure to meet you for the first time; please look after me."

After speaking, he bowed once more. When he rose, his hands remained properly folded in front of him, and a polite smile hung on his face.

Bibi Dong stood to the side, her eyes wide with shock.

She watched Deng Tianxin's fluid, practiced bowing motion, her mind buzzing.

When this little brat was alone with her, he was either grinning cheekily or being glib, calling her "Auntie, I want to marry you" one moment and "you have such a lewd smile" the next, infuriating her enough to make her blood pressure skyrocket countless times.

How did he suddenly turn into such a well-mannered little gentleman in front of Qian Xunji?

The speed of this personality shift was faster than flipping a book, without even a transition in between.

Bibi Dong muttered inwardly: You little brat, you really do have two faces. You're a little hooligan in front of me, but you put on such a decent act in front of my teacher. If you didn't go to the theater in Spirit City to be the lead actor, it would be a total waste of your acting skills.

Deng Tianxin, your politeness makes me sick.

Qian Xunji looked at the little one who had performed such a textbook bow, his eyebrows arching slightly.

He had seen too many people trembling in front of him, unable to speak clearly, and he had seen many adult spirit masters who feigned composure but could not hide their panic.

But this six-year-old child before him performed his salute with meticulous care, his eyes clear and calm, neither stage-frightened nor sycophantic; it was truly interesting.

He noticed the dragon horns on Deng Tianxin's forehead, but he did not pay them much mind.

On the Douluo Continent, all sorts of strange things happened, and these were usually caused by spirits.

Even if it wasn't caused by a spirit, it was likely caused by something else; it was nothing to be concerned about.

"Deng Tianxin," Qian Xunji recited the name, his gaze sweeping over him. "Why have you come to Spirit Hall?"

Deng Tianxin raised his head, his round, wide eyes meeting Qian Xunji's gaze without fear, his small face filled with earnestness.

"In reply to Your Holiness the Pope," Deng Tianxin's voice was crisp and loud, echoing through the vast hall, "Teacher Bibi Dong said she wanted to take me as her disciple, so I followed her to Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong stood to the side, and upon hearing the words "Teacher Bibi Dong" tumble out of Deng Tianxin's mouth, she felt as if she had been electrocuted; goosebumps spread from her arms all the way to the back of her neck.

Teacher?

This little brat called her Teacher?

From the moment they met until now, what had he called her? Auntie, old auntie, love-struck fool, pervert—every single title had precisely danced upon her triggers.

Now, he suddenly came out with "Teacher Bibi Dong," and said it so sweetly, so obediently, and so naturally, that she was momentarily dazed, wondering if she were dreaming.

Bibi Dong subconsciously rubbed her arm, trying to suppress the goosebumps.

She thought to herself that some unclean thing must have possessed Deng Tianxin.

Qian Xunji's gaze turned to Bibi Dong, his eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny: "Dong'er, you want to take him as your disciple?"

Bibi Dong came back to her senses and hurriedly bowed to answer: "Yes, Teacher. This child has excellent talent, and this disciple believes that if he is nurtured properly, he will surely achieve great things in the future."

"Oh?" Qian Xunji looked back at Deng Tianxin, his gaze holding a bit more inquiry. "There are few people who can make Dong'er take the initiative to accept a disciple. Little one, what is special about you?"

Deng Tianxin blinked, turned to look at Bibi Dong, then turned back, a sweet smile appearing on his small face.

"I am already level 22," Deng Tianxin replied.

"Level twenty-two?"

For the first time, a clear ripple appeared on Qian Xunji's calm, unruffled face. He re-examined the little one who only reached his knees, his gaze becoming several times sharper than before.

Six years old, level twenty-two.

With these two numbers placed together, even for the Pope of Spirit Hall who was accustomed to seeing geniuses, it was enough to be called shocking. How many spirit masters on the continent exhausted their entire lives without being able to break through the bottleneck of level twenty, yet this child was already standing at the threshold of a Great Spirit Master at age six.

He felt a bit of doubt: why was such a genius discovered by Bibi Dong, rather than being discovered and recruited by the subordinates of Spirit Hall?

It wasn't that he felt Bibi Dong had discovered any issues; it was mainly that, according to Spirit Hall protocol, he should have definitely known about a person named Deng Tianxin.

However, he had no knowledge of Deng Tianxin, and it was only after Bibi Dong brought him back that he learned of his existence.

It seems that the knowledge training for low-level spirit masters in Spirit Hall needs to be strengthened, Qian Xunji thought to himself.

Qian Xunji remained silent for a moment before suddenly asking, "What is your martial soul?"

Deng Tianxin blinked.

He had been prepared for this question; after all, a God of Love Martial Soul was far too shocking to reveal.

A six-year-old boy having the God of Love as a martial soul sounded wrong no matter how you put it.

Deng Tianxin thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. Let me show you."

With that, he released his God of Love Martial Soul.

The next second, a pink-gold illusory figure appeared behind Deng Tianxin, draped in light gauze and holding a heart-shaped scepter.

Behind it were six radiant wings, surrounded by floating red threads and heart-shaped specks of light, exuding an aura that was both gentle and majestic.

Seeing the martial soul, both Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji wore expressions of shock.