Qian Renxue watched Kong Bo conduct all sorts of experiments inside his mind, and her sanity kept slipping. Finally, one day, she could no longer bear it.
"Kong Bo, I want to discuss something with you. You're not that young anymore—or rather, it seems to me that you had a previous life, some kind of reincarnation. Now you're Kong Deming's only great-grandson. You probably won't have just one wife in the future, will you?" Qian Renxue asked.
"What is it, Miss Angel God?" Kong Bo asked.
"This is how it is: no matter what, your future is bound to be extraordinary. At the very least, you'll become a Limit Douluo, and even godhood is something to look forward to," Qian Renxue said. "If you're willing, I can speak to the descendants of my Third Offering and Fifth Elder and have their two families marry their daughters to you. I only hope that, for the sake of this connection, you'll help those two families."
"Very well, Miss Angel God. I agree," Kong Bo said. "I can understand human emotions and relationships. Besides, as a teenage genius, I can't be too perfect. Otherwise, the two people in the palace won't know what to make of me. I'm also happy to show a few flaws, so others will believe I'm still someone with normal desires. Otherwise, it may cause others to misunderstand." (Mainly referring to the Xu Family that ruled as emperors.)
"You'll make them believe it," Qian Renxue said. "Other people put on masks to act and take them off to reveal their true selves. But you? Taking off your mask is the act, while putting it on is when you reveal your true nature, isn't it? I think that when you use your real name, you can still be a very respectable person. And you don't want your great-grandfather to know what you do here, do you?"
Qian Renxue was not wrong. When Kong Bo did not wear his Plague Doctor Mask, he was playing the role of "Kong Bo"—his great-grandfather's good great-grandson, his father's good son, his teachers' good student, ordinarily modest and polite. But when Kong Bo put on the Plague Doctor Mask, he entered the state of "becoming Dottore." He fought life-and-death soul battles in the Underground Soul Fighting Arena, captured Evil Soul Masters for all kinds of experiments, and personally wielded the scalpel. Qian Renxue had even mocked herself inwardly over whether Kong Bo's Plague Doctor Mask was actually his true body.
"Of course." Kong Bo nodded. "I'm a normal person, and I have my own needs. In other words, I do enjoy beauty. You needn't worry that I'll do anything too incomprehensible."
"All right, I believe you," Qian Renxue said. This was also something Qian Renxue found difficult to understand. Setting morality aside, Kong Bo truly was an exceptional scholar. He was willing to dedicate his own efforts to his theories, and when drawing on others' research, he cited it rather than plagiarizing it (@Yu Xiaogang).
By all rights, an outstanding scholar should have nothing to do with lusting after beauty, but that trait did not apply to Kong Bo. His conversations and daily interactions with several soul beast girls were all thoroughly ambiguous. For instance, whenever Kong Bo finished an experiment, he would go find Zi Ji, rest his head on her lap, sleep for a while, and then begin the next stage of his experiments. Those soul beast girls believed that Kong Bo had saved them, so naturally, they would not refuse him.
But Qian Renxue had been watching. She knew that Kong Bo was absolutely a Tang Hao Plus when it came to aesthetic preferences. She wondered why, with such vast wealth at his disposal, Kong Bo bothered giving benefits to soul beasts. They did not lack anything from Kong Bo's household, but the descendants of her Third Offering and Fifth Elder did.
Moreover, the cultivation resources in Kong Bo's hands were not merely abundant—they were extravagantly lavish. Even Qian Renxue, the young mistress of Spirit Hall, felt inferior. With several powerful ferocious beasts at his side, how could Kong Bo possibly lack cultivation resources?
Take Soul Bones, for example. According to Kong Bo's research, Soul Bones were not meant to be absorbed, because absorbing one caused what Kong Bo called a "rejection reaction." Though it could provide immediate combat power, it had a considerable effect on a soul master's future physical health and potential for growth.
Then what was the proper use of Soul Bones? According to Kong Bo's research, one needed to slowly extract the rich life force within a Soul Bone and let the soul master absorb it. Oral consumption was the best option. Kong Bo's method was to simmer Soul Bones into soup. This Soul Bone soup could not be consumed every day. If a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was used, a soul master around the Soul Grandmaster level was best off drinking it once a week, preventing the problem of "indigestion." As for the Soul Bone itself, after it had been boiled for roughly eight weeks, the energy within it would be exhausted.
Kong Bo could not even be bothered to absorb a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, instead using it to make soup. Just how extravagant did one have to be to do that? Qian Renxue was utterly envious.
Besides simmering Soul Bones into soup, Lan Fozi and the Demon Empress would head out to sea every so often to catch sea soul beasts, such as hundred-thousand-year king squid. After catching them, they would toss them into the refrigerator made by the Snow Empress. The preservation ability of Ultimate Ice was among the very best. The sea soul beasts they brought back would be frozen, and whenever someone craved some, they would cut off a piece of meat and make grilled squid. These powerful soul beasts usually ate raw food, but after preparing it Kong Bo's way, it tasted absolutely wonderful.
Only with a strong body could Kong Bo absorb higher-year Soul Rings. Nor could he use those quick-fix methods with massive side effects to strengthen his physique. Just look at what Kong Bo ate every day—it was countless times more lavish than either Spirit Hall or Shrek Academy.
Qian Renxue was now in a soul state and could no longer enjoy these cultivation benefits. The descendants of the Third Offering and Fifth Elder were the people closest to her, so she dearly wanted the two families' descendants to cling tightly to Kong Bo's thigh. But Kong Bo was too shrewd, and Qian Renxue feared that those two families would eventually be devoured by him without leaving even scraps behind. It would be better to marry the girls of those families to Kong Bo. Even if they could not rise to great heights in the future, they could still cling to Kong Bo's thigh and enjoy wealth and glory.
Qian Renxue also had another calculation. It was for Kong Bo's own good, as well as for restoring some of her sanity, because the experiments Kong Bo conducted made her tremble with fear. She desperately wished Kong Bo would enjoy beautiful women more. At least that trait made him seem human. If Kong Bo had two pretty girls around him, they might pull him a little closer toward being "human." Kong Bo hid these experiments even from his great-grandfather and father; he would surely hide them from his wives in the future.
Qian Renxue's inner thoughts: I'm begging you, please take an interest in pretty girls. You keep messing around with Gundam bones every day—even I, the Angel God, am scared watching you. If the Rakshasa God saw you, she'd have to call you Senior. If the Asura God saw you, he'd have to call you the God of Slaughter.
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