[To Tang San's great surprise, the Sword Qi Great Wall was incredibly hard. The Asura God Sword in his hand couldn't cleave through it.
"Hmph. This thing won't hold for long. Go on, run. There's nowhere for you to hide, whether in heaven or on earth." Tang San's voice rang out, cold and resolute.
The Spirit Hall Empire's army retreated in orderly fashion. Bibi Dong carried Xiao Wuji and sped away, her heart burning with anxiety. "I'll find you an auxiliary Soul Master to treat you."
In the blink of an eye, the imposing young man who had stood shoulder to shoulder with a god had become a blood-soaked wreck.]
Bibi Dong's heart jolted. Stopping the Asura God had to come at a price. But this price...
[Though Bibi Dong held him in her arms, Xiao Wuji knew he didn't have much time left. Still, he felt strangely comfortable, and summoned a little strength to speak. "Teacher, don't waste your time on me."
Bibi Dong said, "So you do remember you're my disciple. I've told you so many times—you should address me as Your Majesty. Why can't you ever get it right? I'm going to find an auxiliary Soul Master to treat you. You're not allowed to die. You have to listen to me."
Xiao Wuji smiled. "I don't have much time left, so let me be a rebellious disciple one more time. Teacher, you're flying too fast. I feel awful. Put me down in an open place."
"Usually, it's the disciple who listens to the teacher. Now you're making the teacher listen to the disciple. What a rebellious student." Bibi Dong gazed into the distance and descended toward a small hill.
She had once been a disciple herself, but she'd met the wrong person, and the experience had left her with a deep-seated resentment. She had taken this disciple in because she didn't want him to fall into Qian Daoliu's hands.
Now, she wanted to do something for him, but this was all she could manage.]
Bibi Dong sighed softly and sat in silence for a long while, holding the book.
Xiao Wuji naturally watched her quietly. He hadn't thought much of it before, but when he looked at her now, the gauzy fabric was almost transparent, setting off Bibi Dong's alluring figure.
These days, whether he wrote or read the name of this pope, he found he could hardly look at it directly.
If he couldn't figure out what "Dong" meant here, then the overall meaning would be off by a hair and a thousand miles.
Only after a long while did Bibi Dong continue reading.
["How are you feeling now?" Bibi Dong asked, holding Xiao Wuji in her arms.
Xiao Wuji didn't feel much of anything anymore. He managed a smile with what little strength he had left. "Being able to lean against Teacher's chest feels wonderful, of course."
"What's so wonderful about that?" Bibi Dong had already examined Xiao Wuji's condition. He had nearly bled dry. Even if she found one of the only two Nine Heart Begonia Soul Masters and had them treat him with all their might, it would probably be no use.
Xiao Wuji said, "In the eighteen years since I became your disciple, you've said exactly 366 sentences to me, totaling 4,792 words. You've said more to me today than ever before. Of course I'm happy."
Bibi Dong froze for a moment, then held Xiao Wuji a little tighter. "They were only words. Why remember them so clearly? As long as you live, I'll say a hundred thousand words to you every day. A million, if you want."
Xiao Wuji smiled, his body going limp as he breathed his last. He couldn't hear another word.]
Bibi Dong's eyes grew hot. She'd had a terrible teacher when she was a disciple, and when she became a teacher herself, she hadn't treated her own disciple well...
Xiao Wuji must have become her disciple after that. Qian Daoliu had even tried to claim him, so she must have taken him in after his Martial Soul Awakening revealed his talent.
Eighteen years later, he would have been a twenty-four-year-old Titled Douluo. If she'd properly guided him, then even if he hadn't had the chance to become a god, he should've been capable of beating one to death.
Bibi Dong pondered this as she looked at what came next.
Chapter 3: Rakshasa Rebirth
At the start of Chapter 3, Bibi Dong's heart sank.
One unfamiliar yet loyal disciple had just died, and now another had died—someone she knew well, almost like a daughter of her own.
After returning to Spirit City, Hu Liena thought about how she'd repeatedly sabotaged the Spirit Hall Empire's plans.
When they'd captured a transformed Soul Beast, she had led Tang San to it. When they hunted two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, she had pointed Tang San the way, contributing three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones. She'd helped Tang San become a god sooner, ultimately bringing about the current situation. She deserved to die.
Even so, she couldn't forget Tang San. Better to die and be done with it.
"Nana actually..." Bibi Dong sighed. This was truly...
"Actually what? She wasn't the only traitor in Spirit Hall." Xiao Wuji didn't think much of it.
Bibi Dong rallied herself and continued reading, then learned what the rebirth entailed.
Her disciples had died one after another, and the Spirit Hall Empire had been gravely weakened. Others might not know, but she understood that the Rakshasa God was no match for the Asura God. With even people in the capital defecting, she'd lost all hope and blown herself up.
But she had been lucky enough to survive and was reborn in the distant past.
After thinking long and hard about her failures in her previous life, she decided to properly guide Xiao Wuji.
Chapter 4: Astonishing Talent also showed that Xiao Wuji was indeed a rare genius.
After finishing the book, Bibi Dong looked thoughtful. "The Asura God!"
Rakshasa Rebirth, Bibi Dong—First four chapters read. Read count: 16.
"Bibi Dong was lucky, too. She happened to start reading at dawn the next day and got through four chapters at once." Xiao Wuji thought for a moment, then lay down and fell asleep.
Quite a few of his readers were poor, unlike Bibi Dong, who could light up her room as bright as day.
Early the next morning, Xiao Wuji woke up and updated Tang San, Tang Hao, and Old Jack.
Tang San was delighted to learn that, besides his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, he had a second Martial Soul—a hammer—and that he had the rare Innate Full Soul Power, marking him as exceptionally gifted. Later, he enjoyed learning forging from his father even more.
What Tang San hadn't expected was that the human body had three hearts. Fortunately, his ancestor had reminded him; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to answer his father's question.
Tang Hao read about teaching the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique. Tang San's ability to answer that the human body had three hearts showed his remarkable understanding, and Tang Hao felt immensely proud.
But Old Jack had been the village chief for so many years. He had to hurry him along, and wouldn't sign his son up until the very last day.
Old Jack was delighted by the new material, too. Tang Hao had finally agreed to let Tang San go to school, and on the way, he told him a few things about Soul Masters.
When he delivered Tang San to Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy, the gatekeeper tried to stop them, but a Soul Master came to their aid.
Old Jack savored the story. Even after closing the book, he kept muttering to himself, "Lone Bamboo is the best Soul Ring for Blue Silver Grass. I've got to tell Xiao San about that."
Xiao Wuji found it all very entertaining, too. Old Jack, Tang Hao, and Yu Xiaogang had all talked up Lone Bamboo. With Tang San trapped in this cage of information, how could he not fuse with a Lone Bamboo Soul Ring?
When the time came, Tang San would probably not only fuse with a Lone Bamboo Soul Ring, but do so happily and with great admiration.
"Ah, fusing with a Soul Ring!" Xiao Wuji slapped his forehead. A new idea bloomed in his mind. The novels he wrote weren't just for people, half-human, half-Soul Beast creatures, and transformed Soul Beasts to read—even Soul Beasts themselves had the good fortune to enjoy them.
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