In the luxurious palace, Bibi Dong had no heart for handling affairs. She waited quietly for news of the Martial Soul Awakening.
Before the Angel God Statue, Qian Daoliu was anxiously waiting as well. He rarely involved himself in worldly affairs. Although he had given his orders, the person assigned to the task didn't know what Qian Daoliu had in mind. When reporting the news to the Pope, they had simply prepared another copy for him.
The two locations were far apart. The Pope Palace was nearby, while Qian Daoliu's position was distant, so Bibi Dong was the first to receive the news.
Seeing the certificate issued by the Spirit Hall deacon, Bibi Dong sprang to her feet, excited. "There have been fewer than twenty recorded cases of Innate Full Soul Power in the past century. Bring that child here."
The reporting deacon had expected this. He acknowledged her order and backed out.
Qian Daoliu received the news later. He had anticipated the result, but thinking of how he wanted Bibi Dong to properly train the disciple, he still issued an order to summon the child and take him in as her student.
Xiao Wuji had only written half a chapter when a Spirit Hall deacon came looking for him and escorted him to the Pope Palace.
The palace was more than ten times the size of the room where he lived, and its decor was dazzlingly opulent. Xiao Wuji looked around curiously, then fixed his gaze on Bibi Dong, seated on the throne.
She wore a luxurious black robe embroidered with gold and a Nine-Curve Purple Gold Crown. In her hand was a scepter nearly two meters long, inlaid with countless gems. Her fair skin and nearly flawless features made her look utterly extraordinary.
Most striking was the invisible air of nobility and holiness that emanated from her. It made people want to fall to their knees and worship her.
"Your Holiness, this is Xiao Wuji, the child with Innate Full Soul Power." The middle-aged deacon knelt on one knee and introduced him, then signaled for Xiao Wuji to pay his respects.
The book contained only four chapters, a little over eight thousand words. Bibi Dong had read it once, but it left her wanting more, so she reread it several times. She had been curious about Xiao Wuji, whom she had never met, for quite a while.
Now that she was seeing him for the first time, she fixed her gaze on him at once.
Though he wore a coarse gray robe, he had sword-straight brows and bright, starry eyes. His gaze was clear, his posture upright, and he carried all the spirited confidence of youth. Seeing him made her feel pleased.
Bibi Dong took an immediate liking to him and said gently, "Summon your Martial Soul and let me see it."
Xiao Wuji had now become a character in the book, too. He extended his hand somewhat nervously, and with a thought, the Heavenly Sword appeared in his palm.
Bibi Dong reached out and drew it to her hand. Seeing the words "Heavenly Reliance" on the scabbard, her heart gave a jolt. She knew this was her loyal disciple from the book, and immediately asked, "Are you willing to become my disciple and let me teach you how to be a Soul Master?"
Xiao Wuji paused for a moment, then hurriedly replied, "I am willing, Master!"
The middle-aged deacon glanced at Xiao Wuji. He knew that a child with Innate Full Soul Power would surely achieve great things in the future, but he had never expected him to become the Pope's disciple right away. He was even more astonished. With the Pope's guidance, the child's future would naturally be brighter still.
"Congratulations, Your Holiness, on gaining such an outstanding disciple," the middle-aged deacon said quickly.
Bibi Dong nodded and told him to announce the news. Then she walked over to Xiao Wuji and took his hand. "Come with me."
Before she even reached him, Xiao Wuji caught a faint, strange fragrance—part orchid, part musk, deep and lingering. Hearing her words, his heart couldn't help but stir.
He understood Douluo Continent quite well. In the book, Bibi Dong had written a passage about this.
The gist was: the better one's Martial Soul and the higher one's Innate Soul Power, the more dangerous it was before one had grown powerful. If she could bear his child, she would rise to the top, so she had to protect this outstanding disciple well.
Those absurd words had made Bibi Dong blush when she first skimmed them. But the more she read, the more alarmed she became. She had a deep understanding of the matter and didn't dare entrust it to anyone else.
She led Xiao Wuji all the way to the bathing room, put away her scepter, and reached for the ties on her dress, her manner perfectly composed. "Take off your clothes."
Xiao Wuji had already examined her carefully. Now Bibi Dong was half concealed, half revealed, and had a charm all her own. He stared blankly for a moment before lowering his head to undo his clothes.
This readers' meeting was quite different from observing her from afar. Her body felt solid and supple.
Since awakening his past-life memories, this was the first time Xiao Wuji had taken a bath. Afterward, he changed into an exquisite robe.
In the tall mirror stood a young man in a black robe, his upright figure making him look even more striking, his face fair and handsome.
Bibi Dong had changed into casual clothes: a dark-purple silk slip dress, with a single ribbon running around the back of her neck. Her long hair covered her snowy, sensual back, while her abundantly full figure swayed faintly beneath the fabric. Her elegant face was faintly flushed, giving her a charming air.
She had seen Xiao Wuji die with his whole body drenched in blood so many times that she couldn't bear to see him dressed in white, lest it bring back painful memories.
Composing herself, Bibi Dong took Xiao Wuji to the cultivation chamber and taught him to cultivate Soul Power, eager to see just how high his talent truly was.
The book said he learned anything at a glance and mastered it at once. He improved the method of cultivating Soul Power, strengthened the Soul Masters of Spirit Hall, and created Self-Created Soul Skills that were easy to learn and understand. He also used them to train a group of elite Soul Masters.
It was a pity they had faced the Sea God and Asura God, backed by the Divine Realm. The Spirit Hall Soul Master army had never been able to show its full strength.
After listening to Bibi Dong's explanation for a while, Xiao Wuji began to understand.
So a Soul Master's meditation involved sensing the world's energy, then absorbing and refining it. The better one's Martial Soul and the higher one's Innate Soul Power, the easier it was to sense the world's energy, and the more efficiently one could refine it.
Xiao Wuji had outstanding aptitude and had also learned the Nine Yang Manual. Compared to the simple breathing exercises used in meditation, this internal cultivation art was far more profound. Having gone from the difficult to the easy, he found it effortless to master.
He formed the hand seals, slowly closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state, beginning to cultivate.
Bibi Dong watched Xiao Wuji intently with her phoenix eyes. Douluo Continent had many Soul Master Academies and Soul Master clans. The first lesson they taught their students and disciples was meditation.
The method wasn't difficult. Most people could master it in about half a year, and those with outstanding aptitude took less time. Even she had needed three days.
Xiao Wuji calmed his mind and set the hazy purple qi in his dantian in motion, but didn't let it travel through his meridians. Instead, he made it revolve in a circle within his dantian.
The purple qi spun faster and faster. Suddenly, a powerful force of attraction burst from Xiao Wuji's body. The air trembled as wisps of gray world energy seeped out and streamed into him.
Bibi Dong watched in shock. Her ample curves trembled with her, and she thought, He learned meditation in less than half a day. His talent is truly astonishing. The book was right.
Once the world's energy entered his body, the circulating purple qi drew it straight into his dantian, where it was refined and purified.
Xiao Wuji cultivated for a while. The hazy purple qi grew restless, and his body gradually warmed, so he stopped. He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, looking as though he still hadn't had enough.
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