Taking Bibi Dong as a Disciple, Absolutely Not

Just as he stepped out of the Pope Palace gates, he ran into Qian Daoliu, who was heading his way.

A six-year-old girl followed timidly by his side.

Seeing that Qian Xunji was slacking off instead of handling files in his office during the day, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but start lecturing him.

"Ji'er, where are you going?"

"Have you finished processing the files sent by the bishops from various regions?"

"Day in and day out, all you know how to do is..."

Qian Xunji frowned upon hearing this.

Ji'er? What kind of trash nickname is that? It sounds hideous.

Although it might be considered rebellious, Qian Daoliu should be calling him "Brother Ji"—now that was a pleasant-sounding title.

So annoying, so long-winded. Facing the incessant chatter of Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji wore an impatient expression and grumbled inwardly.

Seeing Qian Xunji's impatient look, Qian Daoliu said angrily, "Are you even listening to your father?"

"If you have something to say, say it. If not, don't waste my time," Qian Xunji said coldly, his tone dripping with impatience.

His time was precious.

He had to race against the clock to reach the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to seize his opportunities, then enter the Slaughter City dungeon to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain and undergo the Asura God Trial.

He had to strive to pass the Asura God Trial and inherit the Asura God Position before Tang San was born.

Once he successfully inherited the Asura God Position, whether it was the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong or the Sea God Tang San, they would be nothing more than people offering up their heads for the taking.

Qian Daoliu was stunned by these words.

Was this really his Ji'er?

When did he become so assertive?

Was it because he had told him the truth a while ago, making him realize he had the worst talent in the Qian family, and he had been stimulated by it?

He had only been Pope and held power for a few days, and he already dared to speak to him like this?

Had his wings hardened, or did he think he was grown up enough that he couldn't be whipped like when he was a child?

Qian Daoliu reached out and pointed at Bibi Dong, then looked at Qian Xunji to introduce her: "This is Bibi Dong, a genius with twin spirits and innate full soul power."

"I intend for her to take you as her master."

"I refuse to teach someone who possesses an evil spirit," Qian Xunji said coldly with a look of disgust, his tone carrying an anger that anyone could clearly feel.

Aside from a horny simp, what normal man would want to be Bibi Dong's master?

A love-struck, ungrateful wretch who was emotionally unstable, extreme in her thinking, and spent all day blaming the heavens, the earth, and everyone else but herself—why should he, a law-abiding citizen, be the one to educate her?

He would rather teach Tang San than teach Bibi Dong.

At least Tang San had given Yu Xiaogang a Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma, helping him break through the shackles of level 29 and advance from a Great Soul Master to a Soul Elder.

And what had Bibi Dong done? For the sake of so-called love, she was willing to betray the Spirit Hall that raised her and elope with that loser, Yu Xiaogang.

If only Bibi Dong were as power-hungry as her disciple Hu Liena, she wouldn't look like such a clown.

If Qian Daoliu weren't shielding her right now, Qian Xunji could have sent her into the cycle of reincarnation with a single kick.

"Ji'er, even if you aren't willing, there's no need to use such harsh words. Look, you've scared the child into tears," Qian Daoliu said, blaming Qian Xunji as he saw Bibi Dong shedding silent tears.

"Hmph, she's not my daughter, so what does her crying have to do with me?" Qian Xunji snorted coldly, his tone sharp and hostile.

He didn't even spare a single glance for this ungrateful wretch, Bibi Dong.

Expecting him to give Bibi Dong a pleasant look? What a beautiful dream; one can find anything in a dream.

Faced with Qian Xunji's cold words and malice, Bibi Dong burst into loud sobs: "Bad uncle."

She didn't know why this uncle, who radiated an aura that made her feel uncomfortable, was projecting such intense malice toward her.

She only knew that she had been wronged, and so she had to cry.

A crying child gets fed—this was one of the few truths she knew.

Hearing the sobbing, Qian Daoliu glared fiercely at Qian Xunji, then bent down to pat Bibi Dong's head and comfort her.

"Don't cry, Dong'er..."

Qian Xunji's gaze shifted downward, looking down at the scene of Qian Daoliu comforting Bibi Dong, and he sneered in his heart: Go ahead, keep spoiling her. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough.

Ten-plus years from now, if Qian Daoliu were ever paralyzed in bed from anger caused by Bibi Dong, he would certainly send him off with a "Requiem."

If he were to be angered to death directly, he would prepare a rock band and a group of clubbing experts to play music and dance on his grave 24/7, ensuring the man wouldn't even have peace in the afterlife.

There was no helping it; because of all the idiotic things Qian Daoliu did in the original story, he—having transmigrated into Qian Xunji—felt not a shred of affection for him.

Only disgust and revulsion.

If not for the fact that his strength was lacking and he couldn't beat Qian Daoliu, he would have wanted to treat him the way Li Shimin treated Li Yuan.

Keep him under house arrest and use him as a stud to produce a whole generation of descendants with Angel spirits.

"If there is nothing else, I am leaving." Withdrawing his look of disgust, Qian Xunji said coldly, his demeanor impatient and distant.

The confidence he had to disregard Qian Daoliu stemmed from the 30-minute Quasi-God cultivation experience card granted by the system.

If he wanted to leave, Qian Daoliu could not stop him.

Qian Daoliu cast an unkind gaze toward Qian Xunji, his tone sharp: "Where do you think you are going?"

"I am heading out to scout for a Pope's wife, aiming to marry and have children within three years."

"I have no hobby of raising other people's children myself."

Qian Xunji brushed Qian Daoliu off with a casual remark before striding away once more.

With a steady, rhythmic gait, he departed with effortless grace.

As for whether the world behind him descended into chaos, what did that have to do with him?

As for that ungrateful wolf Bibi Dong, if Qian Daoliu wanted to raise her, that was his own business.

As long as they did not bother him, they could all live their own lives in peace.

As for whether the future plot would follow the original story, as long as these fools and their foolish deeds did not disturb him, it mattered not; let it be.

Qian Xunji: I am focused solely on becoming a god. I should turn a deaf ear to the affairs of the world, cultivate diligently to improve my strength, and strive to ascend to the throne of the God King as soon as possible.

Behind him, Qian Daoliu watched Qian Xunji's resolute retreating figure; he wanted to say something, but he did not know where to begin.

He had wanted to stop Qian Xunji from leaving, to make him stay obediently in the Pope Palace and handle the files sent back from various regions.

Did he not want to hold a grandchild soon?

That insufferable friend of his, Tang Chen, often used Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and Tang Yuehua to provoke him.

Tang Chen: "Qian Daoliu, I already have grandchildren, why don't you? Look at my dear grandson Tang Hao, born with full innate soul power and extraordinary talent. Envious, aren't you?"

At the very least, the grand promise Qian Xunji had made this time was acceptable.

Qian Daoliu: Once I have grandchildren, I will certainly take them to Tang Chen and show them off to slap his face.

As for the current arrangements for Bibi Dong, they caused him some distress.

Just as Qian Xunji had said, Bibi Dong was a possessor of an evil martial soul.

As someone who possessed the Bright Sacred Six-Winged Angel martial soul, he was indeed ill-suited to guide her cultivation.

He could not rest easy handing over a genius with full innate soul power and twin top-tier Spider Emperor beast martial souls to anyone else to teach.

If the teaching led them to the bedroom, and after he passed away a century later, that brat Qian Xunji had not yet reached the level of Limit Douluo to inherit the position of High Priest of the Angel God, it might threaten the Qian family's ruling status within Spirit Hall.

For this reason, Qian Daoliu had no choice but to take on the role of a single nanny once again to raise Bibi Dong.

As for the aspect of martial soul cultivation, he would let Ghost Leopard Douluo, whose martial soul attributes were relatively similar, guide Bibi Dong.