Snow Swan Kiss!
Lin Xia's gaze swept over Dugu Bo and his grandson, who were still immersed in the enormous changes, and finally settled on Bibi Dong.
This peerless and powerful His Holiness the Pope on the continent, still bore a trace of weariness and lingering fear between his brows.
Although her hands had been restored to their original state, as white and jade-like, thanks to the nourishment of his Divine Blood, Lin Xia knew that the desperate struggle and heart-wrenching pain by the spring were still etched deep in her soul.
A thought, a thought so audacious as to be almost insane, grew wildly in his heart like a wildfire, and could no longer be suppressed.
Lin Xia took a deep breath, and the crisp yet scorching air from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well filled his lungs, invigorating him.
He turned around to face Bibi Dong, his clear eyes, which seemed to hold the stars and the sea, looking directly into Bibi Dong's purple pupils with unprecedented seriousness and an indescribable eagerness.
"Teacher."
Lin Xia's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly Infiltrator the silence of the valley.
Do you want your Martial Soul Evolution, or your Soul Power to increase?
The air seemed to freeze completely in that instant.
The sounds of the wind, the spring water, and even the rustling of the Dugu Yan goose's scales rubbing against the rocks in the valley all seemed to have been paused.
Bibi Dong's expression underwent an extremely complex change in an instant.
At first, I was puzzled—thinking I had misheard, or that it was the disciple's delirium after excessive exertion.
Then came surprise—those deep purple eyes widened slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled gently like the wings of a startled butterfly.
Then came unbelievable shock—like a colossal boulder being thrown into a calm, deep pool!
An almost absurd expression clearly appeared on her exquisitely beautiful and dignified face.
Martial Soul Evolution? Increased Soul Power? What does it mean for her?
Who is she? She is Bibi Dong!
The supreme Pope of the Spirit Hall!
The owner of the twin top-tier Martial Soul, Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Eater Spider Emperor!
Titled Douluo!
At her level, each level of Soul Power advancement is incredibly difficult, requiring massive accumulation, a profound understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, and that elusive opportunity.
As for the Martial Soul Evolution?
Her Martial Soul was already at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent; could it evolve further?
What could that be?
What is a divine-level Martial Soul itself?
This is completely beyond the comprehension of Martial Soul Theory!
It is the ultimate dream that countless Soul Master wouldn't even dare to imagine!
The one who uttered these words was her disciple, whom she cherished as her own life and had just pulled back from the brink of death—a boy who was only seven years old!
It's not that they don't believe in Lin Xia —the miracle at the bottom of the spring, Dugu Yan's transformation, and that blood containing divinity all prove the miracle that happened to him.
But precisely because she was so aware of her own level of power, she understood even more how terrifying, how... unreal, the weight contained in Lin Xia's words truly was!
This is simply... utterly absurd!
Yet it possesses an irresistible, Captivate charm!
For Bibi Dong was speechless, as if something was blocking her throat. Her purple eyes surged with a storm of inquiry, shock, and a deep-seated Covet for even greater power that she herself was Frisk of.
She looked at Lin Xia as if examining this boy she had raised for the first time, trying to find traces of joke or impulsiveness in his clear eyes.
However, no.
Those eyes held only pure earnestness, powerful self-confidence, and an almost obsessive sincerity—a desire to offer her the best.
"Xiao Xia..."
Bibi Dong's voice carried a rare dryness and uncertainty. She took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and tried to use reason to frame this crazy idea.
"Of course, your master believes you. But..."
She paused, the inquiry in her purple eyes intensifying, and her tone became unusually solemn, as if stating an unquestionable ironclad rule.
"Do you know what my martial Martial Soul is? Do you know what my Soul Power Level is? At my level, ordinary so-called 'opportunities' are useless. The possibility of Martial Soul Evolution is extremely slim, almost legendary. This is beyond human power to force."
Bibi Dong's words were like an invisible barrier, standing between master and disciple, illustrating the coldness and limits of reality.
Lin Xia listened quietly, without the slightest displeasure at being questioned. On the contrary, when she heard the words "Master naturally believes in you," her smile deepened, like the sunshine after the snow melted, carrying warmth and certainty.
None of these things matter.
Lin Xia's voice was light and firm. He shook his head, his gaze fixed intently on Bibi Dong, as if Infiltrator the barriers in her words and reaching her core.
"The important thing is, Master, that you trust me. That's enough."
Trust me, I can do it for you.
This sentence, like a simple incantation, carries immense power.
Bibi Dong's heartstrings were suddenly plucked by this unreserved trust and the pure sincerity in the boy's eyes.
The despairing darkness by the spring, the ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost, and the undying pursuit of power deep within one's heart were strangely intertwined at this moment.
A crack appeared in the barrier of reason.
She didn't ask any more questions, nor did she refute them. She simply gazed deeply, deeply into Lin Xia's eyes, as if trying to etch his current appearance into the depths of her soul.
"Good."
Finally, a clear and cool word, yet imbued with infinite weight, was uttered from Bibi Dong's red lips.
She chose to believe.
Believe in this disciple who keeps creating miracles, believe in the undeniable light in his eyes.
Lin Xia's face instantly lit up with a smile, as if she had received the most precious permission.
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and walked firmly once again toward the edge of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well Spring, which was shrouded in red and white mist and contained endless wonders.
This time, his target was no longer the eerie and terrifying corner where the Netherworld Nether Jade Phosphorous Skull was located.
Lin Xia's gaze, like the most precise probe, was cast toward the area near the center of the spring, an area shrouded in a thick, milky-white mist.
The mist was not ordinary cold water vapor, but contained extremely pure icy energy; getting close to it felt like one's soul was being frozen.
In the heart of the densest fog, a strange plant grows quietly.
Its entire body is a pure, pristine white, and its form is elegant to the extreme.
It is about a foot tall, with slender and upright roots, like the long neck of Swan, and its surface is covered with a thin layer of frost, like ice crystals.
At the top, instead of an ordinary flower, grow three oddly shaped leaves.
The leaves are as thin as cicada wings, crystal clear, and shaped like perfect Swan feathers, with clearly visible veins, radiating a soft and pure milky white halo.
The edges of the leaves are not smooth, but rather like the finest lace, outlining the unique velvety texture of Swan feathers.
At the center of the three "feather-like" leaves lies a fruit the size of a pigeon's egg.
The fruit was perfectly round and flawless, its color a purer and deeper snow-white than the surrounding mist, as if it contained all the "white" in the world.
Its surface is as smooth as the finest mutton fat jade, yet it subtly exudes a warm luster that jade lacks, like the rhythm of life.
The fruit was surrounded by a faint, almost invisible white halo, making it look like something otherworldly, more like a sacred object formed by ice and snow spirits.
The entire plant stands silently in the frigid mist, untouched by a speck of dust or the trace of smoke, exuding a Norman, ultimate purity and icy nobility.
It is the purest herb among celestial treasures, containing the purest and coldest essence— Snow Swan Kiss!