Testing Soul Power

Qian Daoliu had thought it through clearly. Yu Xiaofeng had been saved by Bibi Dong, so his first impression of Bibi Dong was bound to be good. Yet Bibi Dong had not said she wanted to take him as a disciple, while Yu Xiaofeng was still unfamiliar with him.

But he had beaten her to the punch and said he would take him as a disciple. At the very least, that would make Yu Xiaofeng feel closer to him and leave a good impression. Once the Soul Power test was over, if he had level-nine Soul Power, he would take him as a direct disciple. If he fell a little short, it would not matter; he could simply be an ordinary disciple.

Qian Daoliu glanced at Bibi Dong and thought, I've made it this obvious. You, Bibi Dong, can't very well compete with me now, can you?

It had to be said that this old fox, Qian Daoliu, had made a fine move.

Qian Daoliu's sudden offer to take Yu Xiaofeng as his disciple greatly surprised Bibi Dong. After all, they had yet to test his Soul Power. What if he had no Soul Power at all?

For Bibi Dong to have reached her current position, she naturally could not be an ordinary person. Though she had her reservations, she could not simply give up an unknown talent like this.

It was like betting on big or small. Before either side placed a bet, both had a fifty percent chance of winning. But once the other party bet while you did not, you had already accepted defeat in your heart. Yet if you placed your bet as well, the odds returned to an even split.

At that moment, Bibi Dong smiled and said to Yu Xiaofeng, "Yu Xiaofeng, I am willing to take you as a direct disciple, just like Hu Liena. Are you willing?"

The moment those words came out, Yu Xiaofeng was instantly dumbfounded. He thought, The thing I feared most has finally come.

When Chen Hao first heard that Qian Daoliu wanted to take Yu Xiaofeng as a disciple, he had already been extremely displeased. Now that he heard Bibi Dong also wanted to take him as a disciple—and even as a direct disciple—his face turned livid. Secretly, he swore that he would crush him in the cradle.

Yu Xiaofeng was still standing there in a daze. How could he know that Chen Hao had already made up his mind to get rid of him?

If Yu Xiaofeng had known what Chen Hao was thinking, he would definitely have cried injustice. I got dragged into this for no reason, okay?

When Qian Daoliu heard Bibi Dong mention direct disciple, turmoil surged through his heart. A faint smile remained on his face, but inwardly, he was furious.

"I said I would take Yu Xiaofeng as a student, and you, Bibi Dong, immediately offered him the position of direct disciple."

"What are you trying to do? Snatch him from me openly? I'm your father, for heaven's sake."

After thinking it over, Qian Daoliu spoke again. "Xiaofeng, although Bibi Dong is willing to take you as a direct disciple, her experience and cultivation are still a little lacking."

"This old man has wanted a grandson for a long time. How about becoming my god-grandson?"

Yu Xiaofeng no longer knew how to respond. He stood there blankly, at a complete loss.

Upon hearing that Qian Daoliu wanted to take Yu Xiaofeng as his god-grandson, Chen Hao roared inwardly, I am an imperial prince. Am I really inferior to some child they picked up?

Chen Hao was so enraged that his chest tightened. His blood rushed to his heart, and he immediately coughed up blood before fainting.

Comparing people really could make one furious.

Chen Hao's collapse did not cause any stir. The guards at the entrance simply carried him away.

Hu Liena stood where she was, feeling rather gloomy.

She had not received such treatment back then.

After hearing Qian Daoliu's words, Bibi Dong cursed inwardly, Old fox. I call him Yu Xiaofeng, and you call him Xiaofeng, trying to make him feel close to you.

I want to take him as a direct disciple, and you shamelessly want to make him your god-grandson.

Bibi Dong felt as though she had punched cotton, unable to exert any force at all.

She could not possibly say she wanted to take Yu Xiaofeng as her godson, could she? If she said that, would it not be obvious that she was openly opposing Qian Daoliu and making an enemy of him?

After thinking it over, Bibi Dong ultimately did not voice her intention to take him as her godson. Instead, she said to the old man, "Let's conduct the Soul Power test first."

The old man nodded. Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu was blooming with delight inside.

Trying to fight me, little girl? You're still too green.

The old man took out a crystal ball and tossed it before Yu Xiaofeng.

Yu Xiaofeng looked at the crystal ball and listened to the old man's instructions. He raised his right hand over it, yet did not touch the crystal ball for a long while.

Yu Xiaofeng was extremely nervous. After all, he was a transmigrator. Whether he possessed Soul Power or not was truly hard to say.

But his continued hesitation made Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu terribly anxious.

Qian Daoliu said anxiously, "God-grandson, don't be nervous. Put your hand on it. Whether you have Soul Power or not, Grandpa Qian will still be your grandfather."

The moment those words were spoken, even the old man conducting the test twitched at the corners of his mouth. He thought, His Holiness the Pope Qian Daoliu, isn't this a little too obvious?

Bibi Dong's emotions churned violently. Her expression stiffened somewhat, but she forcibly suppressed her anger and said, "Xiaofeng, don't be nervous. Even if you have no Soul Power, I will still take you as a direct disciple."

Yu Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and hardened his heart. I might as well treat a dead horse like a living one. I can't keep dragging this out forever.

Then, with a resolute expression, he injected his Soul Power into the crystal ball through his right hand.

The crystal ball instantly emitted blue light. The dazzling radiance illuminated the entire Testing Hall so brightly that no one could open their eyes.

Seeing this, Hu Liena opened her mouth in shock and stood frozen in place. Two words kept repeating in her mind: "Level nine."

"How could it be level nine?"

Qian Daoliu swallowed, an indescribable smile appearing on his face.

Both were level-nine Martial Souls, but a tool Martial Soul and a body Martial Soul were simply incomparable. He immediately burst out laughing. "Hahahahaha!"

"It really is level-nine Soul Power."

At that moment, Bibi Dong had already realized her mistake. She hated herself for not testing Yu Xiaofeng's Martial Soul sooner. Now that he had a special body Martial Soul and level-nine Soul Power, Bibi Dong was so angry that she abandoned all decorum and shouted, "Godson, stop fooling around with your Grandpa Qian. Come, come to Mommy's arms."