Golden Crocodile Douluo's Reminder!

Watching Bibi Dong leave in "disappointment," Qian Xunji felt somewhat guilty.

He must have disappointed her terribly, right?

Tonight, he definitely had to comfort Dong'er properly.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Qian Xunji looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo and Jiang Yuan and said, "In that case, I'll leave Jiang Yuan in the Second Worship's care."

"Jiang Yuan, the Second Worship's cultivation can be called the foremost among beast martial souls. You must cultivate properly under him, and you must not slack off."

Jiang Yuan nodded with a serious expression.

When it came to cultivation, even if Qian Xunji had not said anything, he would have carried it out meticulously.

"Then this old man will take Jiang Yuan with him."

"There are some things the Grand Worship cannot conveniently say, so this old man will presume to trouble you with a few words. If Your Holiness can take them in, then take them in. If not, just treat them as wind by your ear."

Golden Crocodile Douluo reached out and pulled Jiang Yuan to his side, looking at Qian Xunji with a solemn expression.

"Second Worship, please speak."

Looking at the grave Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Xunji's expression also turned serious, and he spoke solemnly.

"Bibi Dong is no simple woman. She is no longer the innocent girl she once was. I ask Your Holiness to act with caution."

The people in the Worship Hall were all old foxes. Although Bibi Dong had behaved perfectly normally in recent years, and even seemed to trust and revere Qian Xunji more than before, they had still noticed a few clues.

Seeing Qian Xunji sink into her tender embrace, Qian Daoliu, as Qian Xunji's father, found it inconvenient to remind him because Bibi Dong was Qian Renxue's mother.

As for the other Worships, their strength was not as great as Qian Xunji's, and his status as Pope also made them somewhat hesitant.

Golden Crocodile Douluo had no such reservations. In addition, his strength and seniority were sufficient, so today he opened his mouth to give a reminder.

When Qian Xunji heard this, his old face could not help but redden. Bibi Dong's public identity was his disciple, and their relationship itself was somewhat dishonorable.

Being called out by Golden Crocodile Douluo gave him a shameful feeling of having been caught red-handed.

"I... I understand!"

"Dong'er is different. She was only young and confused for a time and made a mistake. Now she has already turned back from the wrong path. I believe in her."

Hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo said nothing more. He had already given the reminder he ought to give. How Qian Xunji acted in the future would be up to Qian Xunji himself.

After nodding, Golden Crocodile Douluo took Jiang Yuan and left the Supreme Pontiff Palace, heading toward the Worship Hall.

Jiang Yuan had no way of knowing what Qian Xunji was thinking. At this moment, he was facing the scrutinizing gazes of the seven Worships of Martial Soul Hall.

Although the seven of them did not release any powerful aura to oppress him, they had long held lofty positions, and coupled with the mentality of top-tier experts, the unconscious feeling they gave off still made one's scalp prickle.

The Worships, who had thought they would see Jiang Yuan cut a sorry figure, were disappointed. From beginning to end, Jiang Yuan remained calm and composed. That feeling was like a gentle breeze brushing his face; it could not harm Jiang Yuan at all.

"The Grand Worship's words were true. This little fellow's talent is definitely no lower than the young mistress's."

Lion Douluo was the first to withdraw his astonished gaze. Being watched by several of them at the same time was no less than being subjected to the soul-power pressure of a rank-fifty soul master, yet Jiang Yuan, with only rank-thirteen soul power, could remain so calm and composed.

This willpower alone had already surpassed everyone on the continent.

"I heard you awakened two top-tier beast martial souls. I wonder if you can let this old man and the others broaden our horizons?"

Blue Phoenix Douluo looked Jiang Yuan up and down with great interest.

Among them, when it came to interest in Jiang Yuan, he could rank in the top two.

The Blue Phoenix martial soul was already a top-tier beast martial soul. Compared with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, he did not feel it was weaker in any way. And for Qian Daoliu to say there was a flying-bird martial soul stronger than his own left him unconvinced, but also extremely interested.

Among the remaining people, the Worships who had not seen Jiang Yuan's martial soul also stared at him, their gazes carrying scrutiny.

"Screech!"

Jiang Yuan wasted no words. Along with a high-pitched phoenix cry that resounded through the entire hall, a pair of pitch-black Sky Phoenix Wings appeared behind him. Black flames burned on the Sky Phoenix Wings, revealing a terrifying heat that seemed capable of burning through the void.

At the same time, a powerful phoenix might enveloped the hall!

The Ancient Sky Phoenix was proud. It did not even put the Taixu Ancient Dragon in its eyes. Since Blue Phoenix Douluo and the others doubted its strength, Jiang Yuan immediately triggered the innate might of his martial soul.

"Hiss!"

A chorus of sharp intakes of breath rang out. The several Worships who had originally been seated calmly now stood up, staring in shock at the Ancient Sky Phoenix behind Jiang Yuan, its entire body burning with pitch-black flames.

"What a powerful martial soul!"

"This is absolutely a legendary god-level martial soul!"

Blue Phoenix Douluo's eyes flashed with bright light. The might contained within this martial soul had already faintly surpassed Qian Renxue's Seraphim. It could be called the strongest martial soul he had seen in all these years.

"Big brother, let your younger brother have this disciple." Blue Phoenix Douluo spoke in a hurry without even thinking.

"This old man feels that my Blazing Lion martial soul follows the same path as dragon-type martial souls. I think I can also teach Jiang Yuan." Not to be outdone, Lion Douluo immediately followed up.

"Same here!"

The remaining Light Feather Douluo and Qianjun and Jiangmo Douluo felt somewhat troubled. At this moment, they only hated that their martial souls were not beast martial souls, but tool martial souls.

Even so, they also subconsciously opened their mouths to fight for him.

"You've got to be dreaming. He's my disciple," Golden Crocodile Douluo refused without even thinking.

"Enough. Stop arguing. We'll follow the method we discussed at the start. The six of you will each take turns teaching him for five days out of every seven. One day belongs to me, and the remaining day will be Jiang Yuan's free time. How much he can learn will depend on his own fortune."

Qian Daoliu looked at the several worship elders, who were nearly eight hundred years old combined and had almost come to blows over Jiang Yuan, and spoke in a tone that allowed no argument.

The moment Qian Daoliu spoke, everyone immediately had no objections.

"Grand Worship, my big brother and I are clearly two people. Why do we only count as one day?" Demon Subduing Douluo couldn't help asking.

"You two have the same martial souls and the same techniques, and you still want to take up two days? You've got to be dreaming."

Light Feather Douluo glanced at the two of them with contempt, and the others gave them the same look at the same time.

Demon Subduing Douluo did not get angry either. He sat calmly in place. At over a hundred years old, he had long since forgotten what shame was.

And from that day onward, Jiang Yuan began to receive instruction from the seven worship elders of Spirit Hall.

"If you want to master swordsmanship, a solid foundation is indispensable."

"Watch the path of the sword in my hand carefully."

In the training field, Qian Daoliu began teaching Jiang Yuan his first lesson.

With them was Qian Renxue, who had all along been receiving Qian Daoliu's instruction.

Qian Daoliu did not teach him any complicated sword techniques, but ordinary foundational swordsmanship.

Thrusting, rising slashes, chopping, flicking upward...

The most basic sword moves, paired with Qian Daoliu's footwork that seemed to make him one with heaven and man, made Jiang Yuan sense a chilling killing intent.

With only that ordinary longsword in his hand, anyone below rank ninety-five who fell into Qian Daoliu's net of sword strikes would end up with their head separated from their body.