Soul Power Breakthrough, Yu Xiaogang's 'Fortuitous Encounter'

Ling Feng swallowed the melted Whale Glue, and was instantly affected by its immense medicinal power.

He felt as if his blood and qi were boiling; his heart rate accelerated, and every inch of his body seemed to be nourished by this potent energy.

Ling Feng felt as though he were about to burn up.

Yet he knew that having consumed the Blazing Apricot Delicate Herb, he was immune to fire and water, so such a thing should be impossible.

Ling Feng's mind began to wander; one moment, the image of the young Bibi Dong appeared in his mind, imagining her shyly snuggling into his embrace.

The next moment, the image of Rakshasa Bibi Dong surfaced, imagining her looking down at him, her jade-like feet pressing against his chest.

Ling Feng's body reacted accordingly.

Just then, he suddenly felt a chill at the center of his brow—a cold, murderous intent.

Ling Feng immediately realized that Rakshasa Bibi Dong had sensed his lewd thoughts and was jolting him awake from within his Sea of Consciousness.

I've made a fool of myself! Ling Feng felt awkward, never expecting he would lose his composure like this.

He blamed it on the excessive amount of "yellow waste" he had filled his head with in his past life, combined with his visualization of the Rakshasa God, which made him susceptible to the influence of the Whale Glue.

It's a good thing I didn't take the Whale Glue in Bibi Dong's Cultivation Room, or how would I have been able to hold back? Ling Feng thought to himself.

He hurriedly jumped into the ice water he had prepared in advance to lower his body temperature and force himself to calm down.

Late at night, Ling Feng finally finished digesting the medicinal power of the Whale Glue.

The ice water he had been soaking in had turned into scalding hot water.

But at that very moment, a wave of spirit power emanated from his body.

While absorbing the Whale Glue to strengthen his physique, his spirit power had actually increased by one level, breaking through to level thirty-five.

If he hadn't been staying in the Spirit Academy dormitory where he might disturb others, he would have been tempted to let out a long roar.

"In just a few short months, my spirit power has jumped from level thirty to level thirty-five. Bibi Dong really is my lucky star!"

As the side effects of the Whale Glue gradually subsided, Ling Feng practiced for half the night, feeling a hint of mental exhaustion.

He climbed out of the bathing barrel and collapsed onto his bed, falling fast asleep.

On Spirit Mountain, inside the Pope Palace.

In the vast hall, eight people stood, while a young boy sat on the floor.

At the head were two golden-haired men who looked somewhat alike; they stood together like brothers.

The other seven people all deferred to one of the golden-haired men, watching the boy on the floor in silence.

Then, one of the golden-haired men spoke: "Child, begin."

"If you fail, Spirit Hall will treat your family well."

The boy performed a grand salute and said, "Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!"

Before him lay a dying spirit beast, which possessed a cultivation of exactly eight hundred years.

The boy used a dagger to pierce the heart of the spirit beast, ending its life, and a yellow spirit ring emerged.

He hurriedly released his martial soul; beneath it, only a single, lonely spirit ring pulsed.

"Father, Elders, uncles, according to our records, the highest record for a spirit master's second spirit ring is 740 years."

"This child has consumed Whale Glue; if he can break this record, it proves that the martial soul theory is correct!"

The people in the hall were the absolute top brass of Spirit Hall, and they all understood the significance of this experiment.

If this experiment succeeded, Spirit Hall would have a continuous stream of geniuses, and their legacy would never be broken again.

The group waited quietly for the boy to absorb the spirit ring.

Nearly an hour later, the boy, covered in blood scabs, moved his body. Beneath his martial soul, two spirit rings were now clearly displayed.

"Haha, good, the child succeeded!" Qian Xunji exclaimed.

"The spirit master world is likely to face a significant change, but we in Spirit Hall are already ahead of the curve!" an elder said.

Qian Xunji was overjoyed, firstly because Spirit Hall had gained a massive advantage.

Secondly, because with Ling Feng, a master of martial soul theory, he believed that a solution for Bibi Dong's twin martial soul defect would surely be found.

The other golden-haired man nodded as well; his apparent age looked similar to Qian Xunji's—he was none other than his father, Qian Daoliu.

"Good. With this method of cultivation to lay the foundation for the next generation, perhaps they can pass the trials of the Angel God and break through to level one hundred to become a god!"

After Qian Daoliu finished speaking, he looked at Qian Xunji and said, "Xunji, you are at this age now; it is time you had an heir!"

Ever since he returned from Sea God Island over a decade ago, he had stepped down from the position of Pope, thinking only of how to become a god.

The matter of reaching level one hundred and becoming a god had become his obsession.

Unfortunately, after failing many times, he had finally accepted his fate and understood his mission as the High Priest of the God.

If he could raise a god, he could consider his obsession satisfied.

Therefore, he now only wanted to hold his grandchildren and have Qian Xunji produce a child for him to raise as soon as possible.

"Sigh, I wonder how far Tang Chen has progressed on his path to godhood?" Qian Daoliu felt a sense of loss, though he had already resigned himself to his fate.

Upon hearing Qian Daoliu's words, the image of his disciple, Bibi Dong, instantly surfaced in Qian Xunji's mind.

However, he knew that given his father's character, he would certainly never agree to such a thing.

As the High Priest of the Angel God, possessing a character as holy as the sun, how could he possibly condone the violation of ethical norms?

Therefore, he could only deflect, saying, "Father, I am still young; there is no rush to have children!"

Qian Daoliu did not press the matter. He believed that the Angel God would arrange everything, and that his grandson or granddaughter would be born in due time.

A few days later, in the Spirit City library.

Yu Xiaogang dared not seek out Ling Feng again, fearing that Ling Feng would humiliate him once more and make a fool of him.

Although he knew Ling Feng would not attack him without cause, the mere pressure of Ling Feng's spiritual power was more than he could withstand.

"Damn that Ling Feng, where exactly did he take Bibi Dong? He's ruined my plans!"

In a corner of the library, Yu Xiaogang idly flipped through theoretical books that piqued his interest.

Just then, a dusty, tattered booklet with a damaged cover fell to the floor.

"What is this? Rakshasa Meditation Method?" Yu Xiaogang whispered the words aloud.

"The name 'Rakshasa'... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

Intrigued, Yu Xiaogang opened the booklet.

A visualization diagram caught his eye, and a seemingly endless wave of killing intent and evil energy rushed toward him, giving him a fright.

"This... this meditation method is definitely not simple. I knew Spirit Hall must be hiding good things!"

Yu Xiaogang rejoiced inwardly. Had he not endured humiliation and joined Spirit Hall precisely for things like this?

Now, his 'fated encounter' had arrived.

Little did Yu Xiaogang know that this so-called fated encounter was entirely orchestrated by someone else.

Ling Feng had even gone so far as to print the word 'Rakshasa' directly onto the cover, as he had no need to spread the technique himself.

Even if it attracted the gaze of the Rakshasa God, it would only be directed at Yu Xiaogang.

After memorizing the meditation method, Yu Xiaogang tucked it into his robes and hid it away.