Bibi Dong, the Virtuous Wife and Loving Mother?

The continent's Spirit City.

It was the sacred land in the hearts of soul masters. Though its area was not as vast as Heaven Dou City or Star Luo City, it was nevertheless the undisputed number one city on the continent in this era.

Anyone living here had to be a soul master, and only a Great Soul Master above rank twenty was qualified to enter.

At the very center of Spirit City stood a luxurious manor.

A child dressed in an extravagant purple-gold robe was bent over a notebook, carefully comparing it to the exotic flowers and rare plants around him.

The fine robe was covered in dirt, but he paid it no mind at all and continued his work with meticulous focus.

As his head turned, an adorable cowlick on top of it kept swaying back and forth.

"Little Yuan!"

A gentle voice came from the distance, and Jiang Yuan turned his gaze up into the sky at just the right moment.

A streak of golden light flashed down and landed beside him. It was a blond girl of twelve or thirteen.

She wore a golden palace dress, without excessive patterns or ornamentation, its style simple yet elegant.

Her skin was fairer than snow, her nose bridge straight, her phoenix eyes slightly slender, her stunning face carrying a touch of authority, and that figure so unusual for her age—all of it revealed that this young girl's status was far from ordinary.

After landing beside Jiang Yuan, Qian Renxue could not help reaching out to stroke the cowlick on top of his head.

"Sister Xue'er, you came half an hour earlier than usual today?"

"Today is the day your martial soul awakens, and you actually forgot?" Qian Renxue's hand paused slightly, and she looked at Jiang Yuan's calm eyes in astonishment.

"Ah! It's already time?"

Jiang Yuan froze slightly, tilting his head in some surprise.

At the same time, a trace of anticipation flashed through his eyes.

Ever since he woke up and learned that he had come to Spirit Hall, six years had already passed. At last, he could awaken his martial soul.

What the future would be like depended on whether he could awaken a powerful martial soul this time.

Seeing this, a faint annoyance appeared between Qian Renxue's brows. "I never should have listened to your nonsense and handed you over to Ju Hua Guan to look after. Look at you. Now all you know how to do every day is fiddle with these useless flowers and plants."

Lowering her head to look at Jiang Yuan's somewhat messy brocade robe, dissatisfaction flashed through Qian Renxue's eyes. Still, without the slightest disgust, she bent down and gently brushed the dirt off for him.

"Elder Ju reminded me three days ago. I was the one who was careless and forgot."

Jiang Yuan explained softly. As he looked at Qian Renxue lowering her head to straighten his clothes, a strange look flashed through his eyes.

The history of this world had begun to change after his arrival.

Most importantly, Qian Xunji, who should have been heavily injured by Tang Hao and then killed by Bibi Dong, had somehow not died.

Moreover, his soul power had already broken through to rank ninety-seven, and his position on the papal throne was as steady as Mount Tai.

As for the later pope, Bibi Dong, Jiang Yuan had only met her in the past two years.

When he first saw her, Jiang Yuan felt as if he were witnessing something surreal.

Because Bibi Dong, who should have wished to cut Qian Xunji into a thousand pieces, actually behaved lovingly toward him, looking every bit like a virtuous wife and good mother.

But Jiang Yuan, whose intuition was sharp, sensed a cold, sinister aura from her.

Judging by the circumstances in the original work, Bibi Dong's behavior in front of Qian Xunji now was probably because she lacked the strength.

A rank ninety-seven Qian Xunji in perfect condition was not someone the current Bibi Dong could even hope to challenge.

What was more, Spirit Hall was packed with experts.

And there was an even more terrifying Qian Daoliu watching over everything.

"What do you know at your age? This is your first martial soul awakening too. It must be Ju Hua Guan neglecting his duties, and you're still making excuses for him."

After Qian Renxue finished straightening Jiang Yuan's clothes, she curled her lip, stood up, and vigorously ruffled Jiang Yuan's head.

"Your Highness the Saintess has wronged me. I've always kept little Jiang Yuan's martial soul awakening date in mind. I only just finished handing over a mission with the Adjudication Elder, and I rushed over without stopping."

A soft, feminine voice sounded at that moment. As golden petals drifted down one after another, Chrysanthemum Douluo quietly appeared behind the two of them.

"Elder Ju!"

Jiang Yuan greeted him very politely.

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Jiang Yuan and nodded in satisfaction. As for Jiang Yuan's identity, he was one of the few people in Spirit Hall who knew it perfectly clearly.

He had originally thought Jiang Yuan was merely an ordinary orphan, but for some reason, Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu seemed to value Jiang Yuan especially highly.

His status within Spirit Hall was almost on the same level as Qian Renxue's.

Chrysanthemum Douluo could not figure out the key to it, but he did indeed especially like Jiang Yuan, this child who loved flowers and plants just as he did.

After teaching him for a year, he had already passed on all his knowledge of flowers and plants without holding anything back.

And Jiang Yuan, with talent like that of a monster, had even understood it all and made it his own.

"Her... her mission?!"

Hearing this, Qian Renxue's gaze faltered slightly, then she said, "I'm taking Little Yuan with me. Father and Grandpa are still waiting."

Chrysanthemum Douluo watched Jiang Yuan and Qian Renxue leave, his gaze somewhat complicated.

"Sigh! I wonder what martial soul little Jiang Yuan will awaken. If it's too poor, his status today may collapse in an instant."

"An ordinary person is destined to live in a different world from the Saintess."

"Ju Hua Guan, since when did you start getting so sentimental? Do you think Jiang Yuan is an ordinary child?"

A cold sneer rang out. From the shadow beneath Chrysanthemum Douluo's feet, Ghost Douluo, dressed in black robes, silently crawled out.

"That's true. How could someone who appeared in that place possibly be ordinary?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo laughed despite himself and shook his head.

After coming out of those ruins, not only had his soul power broken through to rank ninety-five, even his talent had improved to a certain extent. He had a feeling that within a few years, he was confident he could break through to rank ninety-six.

He was not the only one whose talent had improved; everyone who had entered that place had improved as well.

Since Jiang Yuan had appeared in that miraculous space, how could he possibly be ordinary?

Under Qian Renxue's lead, Jiang Yuan easily arrived inside Pope Palace.

By now, Qian Xunji had already been waiting inside for quite some time.

"Father!"

"Uncle Qian!"

"Hahahaha, little Jiang Yuan, you're here. You haven't come to see your uncle in so long. Did I neglect you somehow?"

Looking at the adult and child before him, Qian Xunji was in excellent spirits and laughed heartily as he looked at Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan's little face stiffened, and he gave an embarrassed laugh.

Regardless of what people said about Qian Xunji, he truly had nothing to complain about when it came to how the man treated him.

He had arranged for Jiang Yuan to eat and live together with Qian Renxue, practically giving him a status equal to Qian Renxue's when she was young.

He was practically raising him like his own son.

It was precisely this treatment that left him feeling somewhat uneasy.

Whenever Jiang Yuan was at a loss, Qian Renxue would naturally step in.

Sure enough, her fine brows drew together as she shielded Jiang Yuan like a protective mother hen, glaring at Qian Xunji in dissatisfaction.

"Dad, Xiao Yuan has to study with Elder Ju. How would he have time to come see you every day? Besides, didn't I bring him to Pope Palace three months ago?"