Bibi Dong

The class officers had already been decided. Next came the class lessons. En Zuo listened attentively for two sessions, but this jumbled knowledge he had already taught himself was of no help to his growth at all.

It was a waste of his time.

So En Zuo applied to return to the dormitory for self-study during regular classes.

Shen Qiu did not make things difficult for En Zuo. In his view, a genius like En Zuo could never be cultivated through ordinary teaching. Geniuses were always independent and unconventional; that was only normal.

So he approved it readily.

After class, En Zuo packed up his desk and returned to the dormitory alone beneath everyone's envious gazes.

"This year's Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament is about to begin." En Zuo's thoughts were somewhat chaotic. "Even including me, the team still has only three people."

This month, En Zuo had been busy refining the medicinal power of the immortal herbs and cultivating his soul power. He had not had much energy to search for soul masters with talents that met his requirements.

Devouring a large number of immortal herbs had already pushed En Zuo's body to its limit. If he devoured any more, his body would be unable to withstand the medicinal power, and the poison would erupt.

Every immortal herb was not only a great tonic, but also a great poison. Each time he consumed one, En Zuo first gave Tang San the same herb to eat. Only after confirming it was harmless did he consume it himself.

Upon returning to the dormitory, the suppressed soul power within him became somewhat difficult to control. If En Zuo had not forcibly compressed his soul power, his soul power rank would have long since broken through to Soul King.

"By the time the next tournament begins, I might be able to enter the Soul Emperor realm like Senior Brother in the original work."

A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor.

It was an achievement countless people would not even dare to imagine.

En Zuo touched the Demon Ding on his shoulder and revealed a gentle smile. "Demon Ding, you need to work hard too. I hope that by then, you'll have evolved into a Ding-Ding Demon."

"Waa meow." (I'll definitely evolve.)

Demon Ding narrowed its eyes and nodded happily.

"Next..."

En Zuo's gaze deepened.

What he intended to do required his teacher's strength.

Otherwise, he had no confidence at all.

Principal's office.

En Ci sat in a wooden chair, dipped his brush into ink, and personally signed his name on the documents.

A crisp knock sounded at the door.

With a sweep of his divine sense, En Ci knew who had come. He flipped through the documents in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Come in, En Zuo."

"Teacher..."

En Zuo laid out his thoughts. He felt that En Ci would not refuse his request.

"I need your strength."

En Ci's brush paused. His clear eyes settled on En Zuo, and his originally kindly expression became profound. "Has someone threatened you, En Zuo?"

En Ci could not understand why En Zuo, whose talent and strength were so outstanding, needed to borrow his power. It was far too strange.

En Zuo shook his head and truthfully revealed part of the situation. "Teacher, this is my secret. I can only tell you that the enemy I must face may include a Titled Douluo. After thinking it over, only by borrowing your strength can I overcome this difficulty."

"What nerve."

En Ci crushed the solid wooden desk with his bare hand. He had never been so enraged. As the pillar of Star Luo's soul master world, there was actually a Titled Douluo who dared lay hands on his disciple.

"Who? Who dares touch my disciple?!"

"Your teacher will stand up for you."

As someone who stood nearly at the pinnacle of the soul master world, En Ci, a Limit Douluo demigod, was fully qualified to say such words.

En Zuo refused En Ci's proposal. He had no intention of letting En Ci know about his plans for Narak Space.

"I only need you to provide a rare artifact that will allow me to hold out for a while if a Titled Douluo makes a move."

En Zuo only needed such a life-preserving artifact as a safeguard. After all, he did not know whether he would come into conflict with a Titled Douluo.

This artifact had to be able to resist a Titled Douluo, yet not require him to act personally.

What exactly was going on?

En Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, but because of En Zuo's secret, he could not press the matter.

He sighed and took out a white dragon-shaped soul tool from his storage soul tool. Vast soul power poured from his body into it, and his aura visibly weakened. He personally put it around En Zuo's neck.

He earnestly advised, "This is the White Dragon Talisman. It can summon a phantom of your teacher, possessing half of my strength. It can be used three times, and each use can last half a day. I don't know what you intend to do. Everyone has their own secrets. Since you don't wish to say, I won't ask further. But you must pay attention to your own safety."

"Teacher, I will."

En Zuo gave a solemn bow. With his mind settled, half the strength of a demigod was still far beyond a rank ninety-eight Super Douluo, reaching the threshold of the Limit realm—the quasi-demigod realm.

With such a protective talisman,

A mere Titled Douluo was nothing more than a worthless chicken or dog. Not worth mentioning.

En Zuo withdrew. The deep strength he lacked most had now been secured. In this old era, only a handful of people could obstruct his path. His plan could now be made a little more daring.

Because his target this time

Was Spirit Hall's current Holy Maiden.

The future Pope of Spirit Hall, the woman who would complete the Rakshasa God Trial and become a god—Bibi Dong.

He had not approached her before because he feared the Titled Douluo guarding her would interfere.

Now, nothing could stop him!

Yelin City.

Beneath a massive tree that took several people to encircle, Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes. At this moment, her beautiful eyes emitted an eerie light—one purple, one green.

The light was soul-stealing and mesmerizing.

Beside her lay the shriveled corpse of a gray spider. Rings of soul rings shone brilliantly around her body, and the third soul ring was distinctly a deep purple.

Yellow, purple, purple.

Such a soul ring configuration would have been enough to earn her the title of genius even ten thousand years later.

The white-robed guardian let out a feminine laugh. "Very good. You have absorbed the soul ring of this thousand-year Spider Empress. His Holiness the Pope will be proud of you."

Her loose golden hair draped down her back as Bibi Dong rose to her feet. She still held a trace of respect in her heart for her master.

Bibi Dong was just about to say something.

The space before them suddenly twisted. Under the two's incredulous gazes, a radiant golden door with blood-red lightning dancing along its edges abruptly opened.

A young man slowly floated out from within and stepped onto the green grass.

With such ghostly movements, could he be an enemy?

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan almost instinctively unleashed his martial soul. The Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum pointed forward, and ten fluffy petals drifted away in the wind.

But in the next instant, he did not dare move.

He was locked onto by an overwhelming soul power. That was... the aura only a peerless Douluo possessed!

"Who... exactly are you?"

Yue Guan's voice was feminine as his narrow eyes stared at the young man whose intentions were unknown, his heart filled with apprehension.

Unlike the wary Yue Guan, Bibi Dong did not feel the pressure from that rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo. She only sensed that the young man who had appeared before her was around the same age as her.

Very strong.