The Information Cage Takes Shape

To Tang San's great surprise, the Sword Qi Great Wall was incomparably sturdy; the Asura God Sword in his hand could not even leave a scratch upon it.

"Hmph, this thing cannot last for long. Flee if you wish, but there is no place for you to hide in this world," Tang San declared sternly.

The Spirit Empire army retreated in an orderly fashion. Bibi Dong held Xiao Wuji as she fled at top speed, her heart burning with anxiety: "I will find a support-type Spirit Master to heal you."

In the blink of an eye, the awe-inspiring youth who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the gods had been reduced to a blood-soaked mess.

Bibi Dong felt a jolt of shock in her heart. How could blocking the Asura God come without a price? But this price...

Held in Bibi Dong's arms, Xiao Wuji knew his time was running out, yet he felt exceptionally at ease. He mustered some spirit and said, "Teacher, there is no need to waste time on this disciple."

Bibi Dong replied, "You still know you are my disciple? How many times must I tell you to address me as Your Majesty? Why can you never change that? I am going to find a support-type Spirit Master to heal you. You are not allowed to die; you must listen to me."

Xiao Wuji smiled. "My time is short, so let me be a rebellious disciple one last time. Teacher, you are flying too fast, and it is very uncomfortable for me. Please set me down in an open space."

"It has always been the disciple who listens to the teacher, yet now the teacher must listen to the disciple. You truly are a rebellious one." Bibi Dong gazed into the distance and descended toward a small hill.

She had once been a disciple herself, but she had met with the wrong mentor and could not help but harbor resentment. Taking on this disciple had originally been to prevent him from falling into the hands of Qian Daoliu.

Now that she wished to do something for him, this was the only small thing she could manage.

Bibi Dong sighed softly, holding the book in silence for a long time.

Xiao Wuji naturally watched her quietly. At first, he hadn't thought much of it, but after a single glance, the thin, translucent gauze highlighted Bibi Dong's beautiful figure in a way that was incredibly alluring.

Whether he was writing or reading the name of this Pope, he found it somewhat difficult to look at directly now.

If one couldn't distinguish between the "East" and the "Cave," the entire meaning would be lost by a thousand miles for a hair's breadth of error.

After a long while, Bibi Dong continued reading.

"How are you feeling now?" Bibi Dong asked, cradling Xiao Wuji in her arms.

Xiao Wuji hardly had any sensation left, but he smiled with a powerful spirit: "Being able to lean in Teacher's arms, I naturally feel very good."

"Good, how?" Bibi Dong had already checked Xiao Wuji's condition. His blood had almost completely drained away; even if she found one of the two remaining Nine Heart Begonia Spirit Masters to treat him with all their might, it would be to no avail.

Xiao Wuji said, "In the eighteen years since I became your disciple, you have only spoken three hundred and sixty-six sentences to me, totaling four thousand seven hundred and ninety-two words. Today's conversation is the longest, so of course, it is very good."

Bibi Dong froze for a moment and held Xiao Wuji a little tighter: "They are just words, why remember them so clearly? As long as you live well, I will say a hundred thousand, even a million sentences to you every day."

Xiao Wuji smiled, his body went limp, and he passed away, unable to hear another word.

Bibi Dong's eyes grew hot. The teacher she had when she was a disciple was not good, and now that she was a teacher herself, she hadn't treated her own disciple well either...

Thinking that Xiao Wuji was taken as her disciple, it must have happened after that event. Qian Daoliu had even competed for him, meaning he was taken as a disciple as soon as his spirit awakened and his talent was revealed.

Eighteen years had passed like that, making him a twenty-four-year-old Titled Douluo. If she had trained him properly, even if he lacked the opportunity to become a god, he should have had the ability to kill one.

With these thoughts in mind, Bibi Dong looked at what followed.

[Chapter 3: Rakshasa Rebirth]

As Chapter 3 began, Bibi Dong's heart sank.

She had just lost a disciple she wasn't close to but who was loyal, and she hadn't expected to immediately lose another who was as close as her own daughter.

After Hu Liena returned to Spirit City, she reflected on how she had repeatedly sabotaged the Spirit Empire's plans.

She had guided Tang San when capturing the shapeshifting spirit beast; she had pointed the way for Tang San when hunting the two hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts, contributing three hundred-thousand-year spirit rings and three hundred-thousand-year spirit bones, accelerating Tang San's path to godhood and ultimately leading to the current situation. She truly deserved to die.

Even so, she could not forget Tang San; it would be better to just die.

"Nana actually..." Bibi Dong sighed. This was truly...

"Actually what? She isn't the only traitor in Spirit Hall," Xiao Wuji remarked nonchalantly.

Bibi Dong pulled herself together and continued reading to understand how the rebirth came about.

With her disciples dying one after another, the Spirit Empire's vitality was severely damaged. While others didn't know, she knew clearly that the Rakshasa God was no match for the Asura God. With people defecting from the capital and her heart turned to ash, she had detonated her own spirit.

However, she was lucky enough not to die and was reborn to a time long ago.

Thinking of her failure in the previous life, after much painful reflection, she decided to train Xiao Wuji properly.

And in Chapter 4, [Astonishing Talent], it was explained that Xiao Wuji was indeed a rare genius.

After finishing the content in the book, Bibi Dong's eyes showed a look of contemplation: "Asura God!"

[Rakshasa Rebirth, Bibi Dong first four chapters read.]

[Read count: 16.]

"This Bibi Dong has good luck, too. She happened to catch up by the early morning of the second day and read four chapters at once." Xiao Wuji thought for a moment before laying his head down to sleep.

Many of his readers were quite poor, unlike Bibi Dong, who could light her room as bright as day.

The next morning, Xiao Wuji woke up early and updated the stories for Tang San, Tang Hao, and Old Jack respectively.

Tang San was overjoyed to see that besides his Blue Silver Grass spirit, he also possessed a hammer spirit, and that he had the rare innate full spirit power—his aptitude was excellent. Later, when his father taught him forging, he enjoyed it even more.

However, what Tang San didn't expect was that the human body actually had three hearts. Fortunately, he had the ancestor's reminder, otherwise, he certainly wouldn't have been able to answer his father's question.

Tang Hao saw the teaching of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and felt immense pride in his heart that Tang San could answer about the three hearts, showing extraordinary comprehension.

However, that Old Jack had been a village chief for too many years; he had to make him anxious, waiting until the very last day to register his son for school.

Old Jack read the new content and was also overjoyed. Tang Hao had finally agreed to let Tang San go to school, and on the way, he spoke of some matters regarding Spirit Masters.

After dropping Tang San off at the Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy, they were initially blocked by the gatekeeper, but a spirit master stepped in to help.

Old Jack remained lost in thought, and even after closing the book, he continued to mutter to himself, "Lone Bamboo is the most suitable spirit ring for Blue Silver Grass; I must discuss this with little San."

Xiao Wuji watched on with great amusement. With Old Jack, Tang Hao, and Yu Xiaogang all singing the praises of Lone Bamboo, trapped within an information cage, how could Tang San possibly avoid fusing with a Lone Bamboo spirit ring?

By then, Tang San would likely not only fuse with the Lone Bamboo spirit ring but do so with great joy and deep admiration.

"Sigh, fusing spirit rings!" Xiao Wuji raised a hand and slapped his forehead as a wild idea emerged in his mind. The novel he was writing could not only be read by people, half-breeds, and transformed spirit beasts, but even spirit beasts themselves could share in this fortune.