Ghost Grandpa, Where Are We Going?

She looked at Lu Chen and suddenly asked, "Xiao Chen, does your Martial Soul have the ability to devour?"

At that, Lu Chen immediately understood.

Bibi Dong had indeed noticed.

When he had released the Leugocyte Martial Soul just now, her condition had seemed to change.

Though Lu Chen couldn't be entirely sure what had happened, based on what he knew about Bibi Dong, he could roughly guess.

It probably had something to do with the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts.

So Lu Chen didn't hide it.

He nodded. "Yes."

Bibi Dong's gaze shifted slightly.

Lu Chen continued, "I just don't know how to use it yet."

That was true, too.

The Leugocyte naturally possessed the ability to devour.

After all, it could even devour planets.

Even if its devouring ability couldn't retain its original, terrifying strength after it became a Martial Soul, it should at least reach the level of extreme devouring.

It was just that Douluo Continent didn't seem to have this kind of attribute.

The attributes commonly found on Douluo Continent were nothing more than fire, water, wind, lightning, light, darkness, life, death, and the like.

Devouring seemed more like a special ability than an attribute clearly defined within the system.

Lu Chen had only just awakened his Martial Soul. He could passively sense the Leugocyte's presence, but he still couldn't actively call upon its devouring ability.

To master it, he would probably need Soul Rings and further training.

After hearing Lu Chen's answer, Bibi Dong was even more satisfied.

He hadn't mastered the devouring ability yet, but merely through its passive influence, he could weaken the Rakshasa evil thoughts in her mind.

Bibi Dong naturally understood what that meant.

If Lu Chen grew stronger in the future and truly mastered his Martial Soul's devouring ability, he might really have a chance to solve the problem in her mind.

Even the mere possibility was enough to make Bibi Dong take it seriously.

The look she gave Lu Chen softened a little more.

"Xiao Chen,解除 Martial Soul Possession."

Lu Chen nodded.

He drew in the power of his Martial Soul by instinct.

In the next instant, the reddish-purple, armor-like patterns covering his body gradually faded. The golden dragon head and horn-like structures disappeared, too, while the phantom wings behind him and his long tail slowly dissolved.

His roughly two-meter-tall form quickly shrank.

Before long, Lu Chen had returned to his former appearance as a six-year-old boy.

However, after awakening his Martial Soul, his appearance seemed to have changed a little as well.

Lu Chen had already been good-looking, but now his features held an indescribable air of holiness and majesty.

Because he was still so young, his face retained the innocence of childhood. He didn't look intimidating at all—instead, he looked utterly adorable.

Looking at Lu Chen back in his original form, Bibi Dong felt a little conflicted.

She wasn't someone who was easily moved by children.

Over the years, there hadn't been many people she truly cared about.

With most people, she simply weighed their value and judged whether they were useful.

But Lu Chen was different.

On the one hand, he had a god-level Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power of level twenty. His future potential was practically immeasurable.

On the other hand, his Martial Soul seemed capable of affecting—or even dispelling—the Rakshasa Evil Thought in her mind. And he was adorable, too.

Perhaps because of that, the more Bibi Dong looked at Lu Chen, the more she liked him.

It wasn't just admiration for a genius, or satisfaction with a disciple. It was more like she had finally seen a chance to escape the shadow hanging over her.

Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's seat and sat down, her expression once again regaining its usual dignity and authority.

Then she looked at Ghost Douluo.

"Ghost Douluo."

Ghost Douluo stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "At your service."

Bibi Dong instructed him coolly, "Take Xiao Chen to his quarters. Get him settled and find him a change of clothes."

Ghost Douluo immediately lowered his head. "Yes."

Lu Chen stood where he was without saying anything.

He knew that from this moment on, his status had completely changed.

He had gone from being an orphan in Spirit City's orphanage to becoming Pope Bibi Dong's personal disciple. The change had happened far too quickly.

Ghost Douluo walked over to Lu Chen.

"Xiao Chen, let's go."

Lu Chen glanced at Bibi Dong and bowed to her.

"Teacher, I'll be going now."

Bibi Dong nodded gently.

Ghost Douluo then led Lu Chen out of Pope Hall.

After Lu Chen left, Bibi Dong sat on the Pope's seat as silence returned to the hall.

However, the silence didn't last long.

As Lu Chen's presence gradually receded, the Rakshasa Evil Thoughts that had been suppressed and weakened in Bibi Dong's mind began to slowly stir again.

Those cold, twisted thoughts, filled with resentment and a desire to destroy, once more tried to sway her mind.

Bibi Dong's eyes turned icy in an instant.

Sitting on the Pope's seat, she tightened her hands slightly and forcibly suppressed the discomfort in her mind.

When Lu Chen had been beside her just now, those evil thoughts had clearly been fading away.

The effect had been slow, but at least she had felt a clarity she hadn't experienced in a long time.

But now that Lu Chen had left, those things surged back again.

The stark contrast only deepened Bibi Dong's hatred for the Rakshasa God.

She cursed inwardly, ice-cold.

Damn you, Rakshasa God.

Just let me find an opportunity.

Otherwise...

Bibi Dong didn't continue that thought.

But her eyes said everything.

If she had the chance to escape this—or even take control of it—she wouldn't hesitate for a moment.

Meanwhile, after Ghost Douluo led Lu Chen out of Pope Hall, he didn't carry him off at high speed as he had on the way there.

After all, Lu Chen was now a disciple personally accepted by His Holiness the Pope. He was no longer a child who had to be rushed to Pope Hall at once.

Ghost Douluo walked ahead, with Lu Chen beside him.

The two of them followed the roads through Spirit Hall.

Lu Chen looked around, then glanced up at Ghost Douluo.

"Ghost Grandpa, where are we going?"

At that, Ghost Douluo's steps seemed to falter ever so slightly.

Ghost Grandpa?

He hadn't heard such an odd form of address in many years.

With his status and aura, most children would be doing well if they didn't burst into tears at the sight of him.

Even the Soul Masters in Spirit Hall were usually deferential around him, not daring to waste a single word.

But Lu Chen wasn't afraid of him. He'd even called him Ghost Grandpa.

For a moment, Ghost Douluo was a little stunned.

More importantly, he really hadn't decided where to take Lu Chen.

His Holiness the Pope had only told him to take Xiao Chen to his quarters, get him settled, and find him a change of clothes.

But His Holiness hadn't said exactly where to take him.

An ordinary genius would naturally be assigned special quarters.

But Lu Chen had already been accepted as a disciple by His Holiness the Pope. His status was extraordinary.

Ghost Douluo quickly thought of someone else.

Hu Liena.

Now that Lu Chen was His Holiness the Pope's disciple, shouldn't he be treated like Nana?

With that thought, Ghost Douluo's expression remained unchanged, and his tone stayed calm.

"Just follow me."

Lu Chen didn't ask any more about it.

He knew someone like Ghost Douluo didn't say much. Getting even one answer out of him was already good enough.