Qian Renxue Plays Matchmaker

Inside Kong Bo's mind, Qian Renxue watched him conduct various experiments, her sanity constantly slipping away until, one day, she simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Kong Bo, let me discuss something with you. You aren't a child anymore, and from my perspective, you likely possess memories of a past life—a form of rebirth. As the only great-grandson of Kong Deming, you surely won't have just one wife in the future, will you?" Qian Renxue asked.

"Why, Miss Angel God, do you have something on your mind?" Kong Bo asked.

"It's like this: regardless of how you look at it, your future is incredibly bright. At the very least, you'll reach the level of a Limit Douluo, and becoming a god is a distinct possibility," Qian Renxue said. "If you're willing, I can speak to the descendants of my Third and Fifth Grandfathers and have their families marry their daughters to you. I only hope that, in light of such a relationship, you might help their families out."

"Very well, Miss Angel God, I agree," Kong Bo said. "I understand the nature of human emotions and relationships. Besides, as a young genius, I cannot appear too perfect, or those two in the palace won't know how to handle me. I am quite happy to display some flaws so that others believe I am a person with normal desires; otherwise, it would lead to misunderstandings. (Primarily referring to the Xu Family, who hold the throne.)"

"You will make them believe it," Qian Renxue said. "Most people wear masks to act, while their true selves remain underneath, but you, you creature—you only reveal your true nature when you put on that mask, don't you? I feel that when you use your real name, you are still capable of being a very decent person, and you wouldn't want your great-grandfather to know what you're doing here, would you?"

Qian Renxue's observation was spot on. When Kong Bo wasn't wearing his Plague Doctor Mask, he was playing the role of "Kong Bo"—the perfect great-grandson to his great-grandfather, the perfect son to his father, and the perfect student to his teachers, always humble and polite. But when Kong Bo donned the Plague Doctor Mask, he entered the state of "becoming Dottore," heading to the Underground Soul Fighting Arena for life-or-death matches or capturing evil soul masters for his various experiments, which he performed with his own hands. Qian Renxue had often mused to herself whether the Plague Doctor Mask was actually Kong Bo's true form.

"Of course," Kong Bo nodded. "I am a normal person with my own needs. In other words, I am quite fond of beauty, so you don't need to worry about me engaging in those kinds of incomprehensible behaviors."

"Fine, I believe you," Qian Renxue said. This was one point she found difficult to grasp: setting aside morality, Kong Bo was an exceptionally brilliant scholar who was truly willing to contribute his strength to his theories, and unlike others (looking at you, Yu Xiaogang), he always cited his sources rather than plagiarizing.

Logically, a brilliant scholar shouldn't be associated with a fondness for beauty, but this trait didn't apply to Kong Bo. His conversations and daily interactions with several soul beast girls were, for the most part, quite ambiguous. For instance, if Kong Bo finished an experiment, he would go find Zi Ji, rest his head on her lap to sleep for a while, and then proceed to the next stage of his work. These soul beast girls believed Kong Bo had saved them, so they naturally didn't refuse him.

However, Qian Renxue was watching, and she knew that in terms of aesthetic taste, Kong Bo was essentially Tang Hao plus. She wondered why he was wasting such vast family resources on soul beasts who didn't even lack anything from his estate, whereas the descendants of her Third and Fifth Grandfathers were actually in need.

Furthermore, the cultivation resources at Kong Bo's disposal weren't just abundant; they were extravagant. Even Qian Renxue, as the young mistress of Spirit Hall, felt inferior by comparison. With several fierce beast experts at his beck and call, how could Kong Bo ever lack resources?

Take soul bones, for example. According to Kong Bo's research, a soul bone was not meant to be absorbed, as absorption caused what he called an "rejection reaction." While it provided immediate combat power, it had a significant negative impact on a soul master's long-term physical health and their potential for growth.

So, what was the proper use of a soul bone? According to Kong Bo's research, one needed to slowly extract the rich life force within the bone and then have the soul master absorb it; oral consumption was the best method. Kong Bo's approach was to use soul bones to make soup. This soul bone soup couldn't be consumed every day. If a 100,000-year-level soul bone was used, a soul master around the level of a Grandmaster should drink it once a week to avoid "indigestion." After boiling for about eight weeks, the energy within the soul bone would be exhausted.

Kong Bo didn't even bother absorbing 100,000-year soul bones, choosing instead to boil them for soup. Just how extravagant did one have to be to do that? Qian Renxue couldn't help but feel envious.

Beyond soul bone soup, Lan Fuzi and the Demon Empress would go out to sea every few days to catch sea soul beasts, such as 100,000-year giant squids. Once caught, they were tossed into a refrigerator created by the Snow Empress, whose Ultimate Ice attribute provided top-tier preservation. When someone was hungry, they would cut off a piece of meat to make grilled squid. These fierce soul beast experts usually ate raw meat, but after preparing it according to Kong Bo's methods, the taste was absolutely divine.

By strengthening his body, Kong Bo could absorb higher-aged soul rings without resorting to the short-sighted, high-side-effect methods others used to bolster their physiques. Looking at what Kong Bo ate daily, it was far more luxurious than anything Spirit Hall or Shrek Academy could ever dream of.

Now that Qian Renxue was in a soul state, she couldn't enjoy these cultivation benefits. Her closest ties were to the descendants of the Third and Fifth Elders, so she desperately wanted them to cling tightly to Kong Bo. But Kong Bo was far too shrewd; she feared they would be picked clean by him. It would be better to have the girls from those families marry him; even if they couldn't reach the pinnacle of power, they could at least hold onto Kong Bo's coattails and enjoy a life of luxury.

Additionally, Qian Renxue had another motive—one that was for Kong Bo's own good and would help her "recover her sanity," as his experiments left her terrified. She hoped he would develop a fondness for beautiful women; at least that trait was human. If he had two beautiful girls by his side, it might pull him back toward humanity. After all, he kept these experiments hidden even from his great-grandfather and father, so he would surely keep them hidden from his wives as well.

Qian Renxue's inner thoughts: I beg you, please just like pretty girls! You're tinkering with Gundam bones all day long, and even I, the Angel God, am terrified watching you. If the Rakshasa God saw you, he'd have to call you a senior, and if the Asura God saw you, he'd have to call you the God of Slaughter.