Qian Xunji: Bibi Dong, You Rebellious Student!

On the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, inside a tavern in another small town.

The news that Liu Erlong had beaten the Clear Sky Twins senseless spread like the wind.

"The Clear Sky Twins got absolutely wrecked this time."

Everyone immediately perked up.

"What happened? What happened?"

"That little girl is a Six-Ring Soul Emperor in her teens, and her fourth ring is a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

"A Six-Ring Soul Emperor in her teens? A Ten Thousand Year Ring for her fourth? Are you kidding me?"

"Only a Soul King can withstand the Soul Shock from a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. How is that possible?"

"I saw it with my own eyes last night!"

"When that little girl released her Martial Soul, a Golden Dragon coiled above her head."

"Two yellow, one purple, and three black Soul Rings. The purple one shone brilliantly, and the black ones were terrifying."

"She punched Soul Sage Tang Hao and Soul Douluo Tang Xiao to the ground, blow after blow."

"There was also a masked Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. Her fourth ring was Ten Thousand Year too: two yellow, one purple, and one black."

"She kept Tang Hao completely under control all by herself."

"Immobilize, Entangle, Dizzy, slow him down—she threw everything at him in turn. Tang Hao couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes."

"In the end, Tang Hao was forced to Explode Ring. He couldn't release the power, and ended up choking on it, vomiting blood before passing out."

"Explode Ring? Isn't that the Clear Sky Sect's Forbidden Secret Method? It boosts your power tremendously. How could he choke on it and vomit blood?"

"Who knows? Anyway, he threw up blood, and his older brother had to drag him away."

The chatter buzzed through the tavern, making the whole place tremble.

In a corner, a burly man drank in silence.

The Second Boss of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Luomian.

A few days ago, he'd had a huge argument with the clan's bunch of old fossils and gone off to clear his head.

Those old bastards thought about nothing but bloodlines, tradition, and rules.

He gulped down some wine and was about to curse them out again when the conversation at the next table drifted into his ears.

"The Clear Sky Twins?

Those two geniuses from the Clear Sky Sect.

One's a Soul Sage, the other a Soul Douluo.

And both got beaten up by a Six-Ring Soul Emperor."

Yu Luomian raised an eyebrow.

A Six-Ring Soul Emperor beating a Soul Sage and a Soul Douluo?

It sounded far-fetched, but the details were convincing.

Explode Ring—the Clear Sky Sect's Forbidden Secret Method.

Yu Luomian's grip tightened slightly around his wine cup.

What kind of people could push the Clear Sky Twins that far?

Whether it was the Soul Emperor who'd beaten them senseless or the Soul Ancestor who'd kept a Soul Sage under control, it was horrifying to hear.

As he pondered, a new voice came from the next table.

"Oh, right. I heard that Six-Ring Soul Emperor is called Liu Erlong?"

"Liu Erlong? Never heard of her."

Crack.

The wine cup in Yu Luomian's hand shattered.

He shot to his feet, knocking his stool over, then rushed to the next table in a few strides. He grabbed the speaker by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

"What did you say? What's her name?!"

The man's face went pale with fright.

"W-who are you?"

Yu Luomian took a deep breath. The aura of a Soul Douluo poured from him, enveloping the entire corner.

The men's legs immediately went weak.

"P-predecessor..."

"Talk!" Yu Luomian's eyes snapped open, his golden pupils shining ominously. "Tell me everything about the one called Liu Erlong!"

"Y-yes, yes—"

The men hurriedly spilled everything they knew, talking over one another.

Golden Dragon Martial Soul, Six-Ring Soul Emperor, a Ten Thousand Year Fourth Ring, one punch that sent Tang Hao flying, one kick that sent Tang Xiao flying, and an outrageous companion by her side...

Yu Luomian froze.

His chest heaved violently.

Erlong.

His daughter.

That stubborn little girl who'd once declared, "I'll make a name for myself, no matter what."

She'd done it.

She really had.

How was this possible?

Not long ago, he'd secretly gone to see her in Heaven Dou City. She'd been taking mercenary jobs, and she was only a Level Twenty-Six Great Soul Master.

How had she suddenly become a Soul Emperor?

Even with Innate Full Soul Power and talent that defied the heavens, she couldn't have advanced this fast.

The strange thing was, wasn't his daughter's Martial Soul a Fire Dragon, a mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?

How could it be a Golden Dragon?

But the appearance they described was unmistakably his daughter's.

"What else did she say?" Yu Luomian's eyes were bloodshot.

"N-nothing, predecessor. That's all we heard."

"Which tavern was it?"

"The tavern west of the small town across the way."

Yu Luomian released him. The man crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath.

He turned and rushed out.

My daughter—I have to bring her back. Back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Then we'll see if those old bastards still dare to say her bloodline is impure.

A Six-Ring Soul Emperor, beating up the Clear Sky Twins, a Soul Sage, and a Soul Douluo—what peerless combat power.

Give her a little more time to grow, and she'll slap those old fossils' faces crooked.

Yu Luomian was grinning so hard his face nearly split.

But when he reached the tavern in the small town across the way, he found that she'd already left.

His expression stiffened.

She wasn't here?

Maybe she'd gone on ahead.

She'd been here yesterday, so she couldn't have gone far.

Yu Luomian asked the server which way she'd gone, then hurried after her.

Meanwhile, in Spirit City, at Pope's Palace.

Qian Xunji sat upon the papal throne, holding a report sent from the branch hall in the Star Dou Great Forest.

He wore a golden papal robe. Over forty years old, he had a dignified face.

The wielder of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, the man at the helm of Spirit Hall, and one of the most powerful figures on the continent.

At that moment, his expression was full of delight.

"Interesting." He set the report on the table, the corners of his mouth lifting. "The Clear Sky Twins got beaten up.

They got thrashed by a little girl who's a Six-Ring Soul Emperor.

Tang Hao, hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the Clear Sky Sect, was kept under control by a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor until he was driven to vomit blood and pass out.

Wonderful."

The red-robed cardinal asked cautiously, "Your Holiness, should we—"

Spirit Hall ought to recruit a genius like her. She'd also broken the historical record by absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as her fourth ring. It was practically a miracle.

But compared to that,

a Six-Ring Soul Emperor beating up a Soul Sage and a Soul Douluo, and a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor keeping a Soul Sage under control,

were even more astonishing.

"The Clear Sky Sect has been getting more and more arrogant these past few years. They think that old bastard Tang Chen is invincible, and don't even take my Spirit Hall seriously."

Qian Xunji paused, the curve of his smile growing wider.

"A while back, my old man fought Tang Chen and lost by half a move.

Now look at this—

the Clear Sky Twins were trampled beneath a little girl's feet.

Tang Hao was sent flying with one punch by a Six-Ring Soul Emperor, then kited to the point of vomiting blood by a Four-Ring control-type."

Qian Xunji leaned back in his chair, thoroughly pleased.

"The Clear Sky Sect has lost face completely this time."

He turned his head toward the young woman at the side of the hall.

"Dong'er, what do you think?"

Sixteen-year-old Bibi Dong, the Saintess of Spirit Hall and a wielder of Twin Martial Souls.

She wore a white dress, her orange-yellow hair falling to her waist, her eyes clear and bright.

She was the most dazzling genius in Spirit Hall's history.

Innate Full Soul Power, Twin Martial Souls, and a cultivation speed that beggared belief.

However,

every time Qian Xunji thought about this disciple, veins popped on his forehead.

There was no question about her talent. At sixteen, she was already a Level Fifty-Three Soul King, and there wasn't another person like her in all of Spirit Hall.

But the problem was—

that girl hated studying.

Whenever he told her to read Martial Soul Theory, she'd find an excuse to slip away.

Martial Soul compatibility? Too boring.

Calculating Soul Ring age limits? Didn't want to read it.

Martial Soul matchups? Sleepy.

Whatever the theory, all she had to say was, "I'm sleepy."

She'd also developed a fascination with making women's clothes for her teacher.

A while ago, she'd made another outfit and said it would suit him perfectly, then stared at him expectantly.

Qian Xunji's mouth twitched. His face was full of exasperation.

What disciple would act like this?

There was no way he'd walk around Spirit Hall dressed in women's clothes.

Bibi Dong had left, looking disappointed.

Just thinking about it gave Qian Xunji a headache.

"Dong'er?"

Bibi Dong came back to herself and blinked.

"A Six-Ring Soul Emperor can beat a Soul Sage? That sounds pretty impressive."

Qian Xunji waited. When it became clear that was all she had to say, he sighed.

"That's it?"

"Mm... What else is there?" Bibi Dong tilted her head.

Qian Xunji's temples throbbed. He forcibly brought the conversation back on track. "Don't you think those two geniuses sound interesting?"

"They do." Bibi Dong blinked.

"To think there are geniuses like that on the Douluo Continent. I really want to meet them.

If nobody can ever catch up to me, that would be so boring.

Now that there's someone who can surpass me, I can't wait to meet them."

"Fine, then go see for yourself. It'll be a good chance to knock down your arrogance before you get too full of yourself."

"Thank you, teacher."

"By the way, teacher, I left a set of women's clothes in your room. Remember to wear them, okay?"

Bibi Dong's eyes lit up. She waved at Qian Xunji and ran out excitedly.

The red-robed cardinal beside him gave him a strange look.

Veins bulged on Qian Xunji's forehead, and his temples throbbed.

"Bibi Dong, you rebellious student!"

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's meeting hall.

The young sect master, Ning Fengzhi, put down the report and let out a long breath.

"Ten Thousand Year Fourth Ring, a Six-Ring Soul Emperor crushing the Clear Sky Twins."

He closed his eyes, then opened them again and turned to the person beside him. "Uncle Bone, what do you think?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers.

"An astonishing talent, with terrifying combat strength."

"Fengzhi, are you thinking of recruiting them?" Sword Douluo Chen Xin emerged from the shadows, his voice low.

Ning Fengzhi rose and walked to the window.

"Though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is one of the Upper Three Sects, my Martial Soul limits me. I'll never break through level seventy-nine. My father may be the sect leader, but he's advanced in years."

He paused.

"The future of the sect depends on all of you. If we can recruit talents like these..."

Gu Rong stood up, a smile spreading across his aged face.

"Recruiting two young girls? That'll be a piece of cake for me."

He turned and headed outside.

Ning Fengzhi watched Bone Douluo's retreating figure, his eyes flickering.

I hope everything goes smoothly.

For some reason, he couldn't shake the ominous feeling in his heart.

What on earth was going on?

But he quickly dismissed his doubts.

How could Gu Rong, a Titled Douluo, possibly get into trouble?

Even if the other side could defeat a Soul Sage and a Soul Douluo,

it was only because they'd caught them off guard.

Some things had to be seen with one's own eyes to be believed.

A Titled Douluo couldn't possibly get into trouble.

Ning Fengzhi laughed off his concerns, thinking himself foolish.

Then he put the matter out of his mind.