Becoming Disciple to the Pope Bibi Dong, Misleading a Talent or Destroying One's Ancestors?

Inside the opulent palace, Bibi Dong had no heart for handling official business, waiting silently for the report on the spirit awakening results.

Before the statue of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu was also waiting anxiously. Having long since disengaged from worldly affairs, he had delegated the task, but the person in charge, unaware of Qian Daoliu's true intentions, had prepared a duplicate report for him while informing the Pope.

The two locations were different; the Pope Palace was closer, while Qian Daoliu's location was further away, so Bibi Dong received the information first.

Seeing the certificate issued by the Spirit Hall deacon, Bibi Dong stood up in excitement: "In the last hundred years, there are fewer than twenty recorded cases of innate full spirit power. Bring that child to me."

The reporting deacon had anticipated this, acknowledged the order, and backed out of the room.

Qian Daoliu received the news later. Though he had expected it, the thought of having Bibi Dong properly groom the disciple still prompted him to issue an order to summon and accept the student.

Xiao Wuji had only written half a chapter when the Spirit Hall deacon found him and brought him to the Pope Palace.

This palace was more than ten times larger than the room he lived in, and the decor was resplendent with gold and jade. Xiao Wuji looked around curiously, his gaze finally settling on Bibi Dong, who sat upon the throne.

She wore a luxurious black robe embroidered with gold patterns, a Nine-Curve Purple Gold Crown upon her head, and held a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless gemstones. Her fair skin and near-perfect features made her look truly extraordinary.

In particular, the intangible, noble, and sacred aura she exuded made one unable to help but feel an urge to prostrate and worship.

"Your Holiness the Pope, this is Xiao Wuji, who possesses innate full spirit power." The middle-aged deacon knelt on one knee, introduced him, and signaled for Xiao Wuji to pay his respects.

There were only four chapters and over eight thousand words in the book. Bibi Dong had finished reading it once, but feeling unsatisfied, she had read it repeatedly, harboring a long-standing curiosity about the Xiao Wuji she had never met.

Seeing him for the first time now, she immediately fixed her gaze upon him.

Although he wore a coarse gray robe, his sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, clear gaze, and upright posture gave him a youthful spirit that was pleasing to behold.

Bibi Dong felt a surge of favor and said softly, "Summon your spirit and let me see it."

Xiao Wuji, now a character within the book, reached out cautiously. With a thought, the Heavenly Sword appeared in his palm.

Bibi Dong raised her hand and drew it toward her, taking the sword into her grasp. Seeing the characters "Heavenly" engraved on the scabbard, her heart trembled; she knew this was her loyal disciple. She immediately asked, "Are you willing to become my disciple and let me teach you the way of the spirit master?"

Xiao Wuji was stunned for a moment before hurriedly saying, "This disciple is willing!"

The middle-aged deacon glanced at Xiao Wuji. He knew that this child with innate full spirit power would surely achieve great things, but seeing him become the Pope's disciple so directly still exceeded his expectations, and he was even more shocked. With the Pope's guidance, his achievements would naturally be even higher.

"Congratulations to Your Holiness for gaining such an excellent disciple," the middle-aged deacon quickly offered his well-wishes.

Bibi Dong nodded, ordered him to announce the matter, then walked slowly toward Xiao Wuji and took his hand: "Come with me."

Before she even arrived, Xiao Wuji caught a special fragrance—neither orchid nor musk, not particularly strong, but deep and lingering. Hearing her words, his heart could not help but flutter.

He had a deep understanding of this Douluo Continent, as the book about Bibi Dong contained a specific passage.

The gist was: The better the spirit and the higher the innate spirit power, the more dangerous it is before one grows up. Once one gains such a successor, they will soar to great heights, so one must protect this excellent disciple well.

When Bibi Dong first read these absurd words, she had blushed, but the more she read, the more terrified she became. She felt it deeply and dared not leave it to others.

Leading Xiao Wuji all the way to the bathroom, Bibi Dong put away her scepter, raised her hand to untie her robe, and said with a calm demeanor, "Take off your clothes."

Xiao Wuji had already scrutinized the situation; seeing Bibi Dong half-concealed, she possessed a unique charm. He stood dazed for a moment before lowering his head to undress.

This reader meet-and-greet was vastly different from observing from afar; the touch was solid and full of elasticity.

Since the awakening of his past-life wisdom, this was the first time Xiao Wuji had taken a bath and changed into exquisite robes.

In the tall mirror, a black-robed youth stood tall and elegant, his upright figure and fair, handsome face accentuated.

Bibi Dong had changed into a home robe—a dark purple silk slip dress with a ribbon wrapped around her neck. Her snowy, sexy back was covered by her long hair, and her towering, full bosom trembled slightly. Her elegant face was flushed, making her look quite charming.

She had seen Xiao Wuji die soaked in blood too many times, so she could not bear to see him wear white, lest it stir up painful memories.

Steadying herself, Bibi Dong took Xiao Wuji to the cultivation chamber to teach him spirit power cultivation and see just how high his talent truly was.

The book said he learned as soon as he was taught and mastered it as soon as he learned it. He had improved spirit power cultivation methods, strengthened the power of Spirit Hall spirit masters, and created self-made spirit skills that were easy to learn and understand, which he used to cultivate a group of elite spirit masters.

Unfortunately, he had encountered the Sea God and the Asura God, who were backed by the God Realm, preventing the Spirit Hall spirit master army from exerting its maximum potential.

After listening to Bibi Dong's explanation for a long while, Xiao Wuji felt a sense of enlightenment.

It turned out that a spirit master's meditation was about sensing the elemental energy of heaven and earth, then absorbing and refining it. The better the quality of the spirit and the higher the innate spirit power, the easier it was to sense this energy and the higher the efficiency of refinement.

Xiao Wuji had high aptitude and had also learned the Nine Yang Manual. This internal energy technique was far more profound than the simple breathing meditation methods. Moving from the difficult to the easy, mastering it was, for him, effortless.

He assumed the posture, slowly closed his eyes, entered a state of meditation, and began to cultivate.

Bibi Dong watched Xiao Wuji with focused phoenix eyes. There were many spirit master academies and families in the Douluo Continent, and the first lesson taught to students and disciples was always meditation.

This method was not difficult; most could master it in about half a year, and those with excellent aptitude took less time, but even she had taken three days.

Xiao Wuji settled his mind and drove the swirling purple energy in his Dantian. Instead of circulating it through his meridians, he kept it rotating in a wheel-like motion within his Dantian.

This purple energy began to spin at high speed, suddenly erupting with a powerful suction force from within Xiao Wuji's body. The air trembled, and wisps of gray heaven and earth elemental energy seeped out and drilled into Xiao Wuji's body.

Bibi Dong was shocked, her full curves trembling as she thought: He learned meditation in less than half a day; his talent is truly astonishing. What the book said was indeed true.

After the elemental energy entered his body, it was drawn directly into his Dantian under the rotation of the purple energy, where it was refined and purified.

Xiao Wuji cultivated for a while, the purple energy surging, and his body gradually grew hot. He stopped, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, looking as if he were still unsatisfied.