Qian Xunji: Bibi Dong, you unfilial disciple!

In a tavern in a small town on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The news of Liu Erlong brutally beating the Clear Sky Twins spread like the wind.

"The Clear Sky Twins have suffered a miserable defeat this time."

The crowd immediately perked up.

"What happened? What happened?"

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

"A teenage Six-Ring Soul Emperor? A Ten Thousand Year fourth ring? Are you joking?"

"Only a Soul King can withstand the soul shock of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring; how is this possible?"

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

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

"Her soul rings were two yellow, one purple, and three black—the purple was shining, and the black was terrifying."

"With punch after punch, she forcibly beat the Soul Sage Tang Hao and the Soul Douluo Tang Xiao to the ground."

"There was also a masked Four-Ring Soul Sect Master whose fourth ring was also Ten Thousand Year, with two yellow, one purple, and one black."

"That person kept Tang Hao completely under control."

"Immobilize, Entangle, Dizzy, and Slow were used in turns; Tang Hao couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes."

"In the end, Tang Hao was forced to Explode Ring, but he couldn't vent his power and was literally choked until he vomited blood and fainted."

"Explode Ring? Isn't that the Forbidden Secret Method of the Clear Sky Sect? The power surges after exploding; how could he be choked until he vomited blood?"

"Who knows? Regardless, he vomited blood, and his brother had to drag him away."

The buzzing of discussions made the entire tavern tremble.

In the corner, a burly figure was drinking alone.

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

He had a huge argument with those old stubborn fools in the family a few days ago and ran out to clear his head.

Those old geezers only knew how to talk about bloodlines, orthodoxy, and rules all day long.

He gulped down some wine and was just about to curse them again when the discussion from the next table drifted into his ears.

"The Clear Sky Twins?

Those are the two geniuses from the Clear Sky Sect.

One is a Soul Sage, the other a Soul Douluo.

Yet both were 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 absurd, but the details were vivid and specific.

Explode Ring, the Forbidden Secret Method of the Clear Sky Sect.

Yu Luomian's hand tightened around his wine glass.

To be able to force the Clear Sky Twins to that extent, what was the background of the other party?

Whether it was the Soul Emperor who beat the two of them or the Soul Sect Master who controlled the Soul Sage to death, both were shocking.

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

"By the way, I heard that the Six-Ring Soul Emperor is named Liu Erlong?"

"Liu Erlong? Never heard of her."

Crack.

The wine glass in Yu Luomian's hand shattered instantly.

He stood up abruptly, knocking his stool over, and rushed to the next table in two or three strides. He grabbed the speaker by the collar and hoisted him up.

"What did you say? What is her name?!"

The man turned pale with fright.

"W-who are you?"

Yu Luomian took a deep breath, and the aura of a Soul Douluo erupted from his body, enveloping the entire corner.

The men's legs immediately went weak.

"S-senior..."

"Speak!" Yu Luomian's eyes opened, his golden pupils glowing with a chilling light. "Tell me everything you know about this Liu Erlong!"

"Yes, yes, yes—"

The men scrambled to pour out everything they knew.

Golden Dragon Martial Soul, Six-Ring Soul Emperor, Ten Thousand Year Fourth Ring, sending Tang Hao flying with a single punch, kicking Tang Xiao away with a single strike, and having a monstrous companion by her side...

Yu Luomian was stunned.

His chest heaved violently.

Erlong.

His daughter.

That little girl who had stubbornly declared back then, "I will definitely carve out a world of my own."

She had done it.

She had truly done it.

How was this possible?

Not long ago, he had secretly gone to see her while she was taking mercenary missions in Heaven Dou City; she had only been a Level Twenty-Six Great Soul Master.

How did she suddenly become a Soul Emperor?

Even with Innate Full Soul Power and being a Heavenly Prodigy, it was impossible to progress this quickly.

What he found strange, however, was that his daughter's Martial Soul was a Fire Dragon, a mutation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, wasn't it?

How could it be a Golden Dragon?

Yet, the figure and appearance described by the others were exactly those of his daughter.

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

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

"At which tavern?"

"The tavern on the west side of the town across the way."

Yu Luomian released his grip, and the man collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

He turned and rushed out.

My daughter, I must bring her back, bring her back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

Then I will see what those old fogies dare to say about her bloodline being impure.

A Six-Ring Soul Emperor, beating up the Clear Sky Twins, beating up Soul Sages and Soul Douluo—this was Peerless Combat Power.

Give her a little more time to grow, and she would slap those old fogies' faces until they were crooked.

Yu Luomian's face was practically twisted with glee.

But when he arrived at the tavern in the town across the way, he discovered that the people had already left.

His expression stiffened.

Not here?

They must have left.

They were here yesterday, so they couldn't have gone far.

Yu Luomian asked the waiter for the direction and gave chase at high speed.

At the same time, Spirit City, the Pope's Palace.

Qian Xunji sat upon the papal throne, holding a piece of intelligence sent from the Star Dou Great Forest branch hall.

He wore a golden papal robe; over forty years of age, his face was stern and majestic.

The possessor of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, the helmsman of Spirit Hall, and one of the most powerful beings on the continent.

At this moment, his expression was full of delight.

"Interesting." He placed the intelligence on the table, the corners of his mouth curling up. "The Clear Sky Twins have been beaten.

Beaten to a pulp by a little girl who is a Six-Ring Soul Emperor.

Tang Hao, hailed as the Clear Sky Sect's once-in-a-century genius, was controlled to death by a Four-Ring Soul Sect Master, so enraged he vomited blood and fainted.

Simply marvelous."

A red-robed cardinal asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, should this matter be—"

Spirit Hall should recruit such a monster; the other party had even broken history.

Absorbing a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring as a fourth ring was nothing short of a miracle.

But compared to that, A Six-Ring Soul Emperor beating up Soul Sages and Soul Douluo, and a Four-Ring Soul Sect Master controlling a Soul Sage to death, The shocking content made that seem unremarkable.

"The Clear Sky Sect has been arrogant these years, relying on that old thing Tang Chen being invincible under the heavens, not even putting my Spirit Hall in their eyes."

Qian Xunji paused, the arc of his mouth widening further.

"A while back, the old man and Tang Chen had a bout, and he lost by half a move.

Now, it's even better.

The Clear Sky Twins have been trampled under the feet of a little girl.

Tang Hao was sent flying by a punch from a Six-Ring Soul Emperor and was toyed with by a four-ring control-type until he coughed up blood."

Qian Xunji leaned back against his chair, his mood quite pleasant.

"The Clear Sky Sect has truly lost all face this time."

He tilted his head to look at the young girl standing to the side of the grand hall.

"Dong'er, what is your take on this?"

Sixteen-year-old Bibi Dong, the Saintess of Spirit Hall, was a dual-spirit wielder.

She wore a white dress, her orange hair cascaded down to her waist, and her eyes were clear.

She was the most dazzling prodigy in the history of Spirit Hall.

Innate Full Soul Power, dual spirits, and a cultivation speed that was simply outrageous.

However, Every time Qian Xunji thought of this disciple, veins would bulge on his forehead.

Her talent was beyond reproach; at sixteen, she was already a level 53 Soul King, and not a second person in all of Spirit Hall could compare.

But the problem was, This girl hated studying.

Every time he asked her to read up on spirit theory, she would find an excuse to slip away.

Spirit compatibility ratios? Too boring.

Soul Ring age calculations? Didn't want to look.

Spirit suppression relationships? Sleepy.

In short, when it came to theoretical matters, for her, it was just one word: "sleepy."

She had also become obsessed with making women's clothing for her teacher.

A while back, she had made a new outfit, claiming it would absolutely suit him, and then looked at him with a face full of anticipation.

Qian Xunji's mouth twitched, his face full of a headache.

What kind of disciple could be this outrageous?

It was impossible for him to walk around Spirit Hall wearing women's clothes.

Bibi Dong had left with a face full of regret.

Just thinking about it made Qian Xunji's head ache.

"Dong'er?"

Bibi Dong snapped out of her daze and blinked.

"A Six-Ring Soul Emperor being able to beat up a Soul Sage sounds quite impressive."

Qian Xunji waited, but finding that this seemed to be the extent of her thoughts, he sighed.

"That's it?"

"Hmm... what else could there be?" Bibi Dong tilted her head.

Qian Xunji's temples throbbed, and he forcibly pulled the topic back: "Don't you find those two prodigies interesting?"

"They are interesting." Bibi Dong blinked.

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

If no one could ever catch up to me, that would be too boring.

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

"Fine, then go and see for yourself. It will be good to take you down a peg so you don't become arrogant and complacent."

"Thank you, Teacher."

"Oh, right, Teacher, I left a set of women's clothes in your room, remember to wear them."

Bibi Dong's eyes lit up, and she waved at Qian Xunji before running out in excitement.

The Cardinal standing nearby had a strange look in his eyes.

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

"Bibi Dong, you rebellious disciple!"

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Council Hall.

Young Sect Master Ning Fengzhi set down the intelligence report and let out a long breath.

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

He closed his eyes and opened them again, turning his head to look at the person beside him: "Uncle Gu, what is your take on this?"

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

"Astonishing talent, terrifying combat power."

"Does Fengzhi intend to recruit them?" Sword Douluo Chen Xin stepped out from the shadows, his voice low.

Ning Fengzhi rose and walked to the window.

"Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is one of the Upper Three Sects, I am limited by my Martial Soul and will never be able to break through level seventy-nine in my lifetime. My father is the Sect Master, but he is advanced in years."

He paused.

"The future of the sect depends on all of you. If we could recruit such talent..."

Gu Rong stood up, a smile appearing on his aged face.

"Recruiting two little girls is a task I can handle with ease."

He turned and walked toward the exit.

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

He hoped everything would go smoothly.

For some reason, he felt a lingering sense of foreboding in his heart.

What on earth could be the matter?

But he immediately dismissed such doubts.

Gu Rong was a Title Douluo; how could anything possibly happen to him?

Even if the other party could defeat a Soul Sage and a Soul Douluo, it was only because they had caught them off guard.

Some things had to be seen to be believed.

A Title Douluo could not possibly meet with disaster.

Ning Fengzhi gave a carefree laugh, thinking he was being foolish.

He then stopped thinking about it altogether.

[Zi Ji guards the building!]