The Torment of Body and Mind

Or rather, the energy contained within the Human Emperor Body was absolutely no less than the standard for level ten.

But a standard was just a standard. Being able to cultivate ahead of time was still a good choice. At the very least, he would start out ahead of those so-called geniuses!

"I remember that Douluo has Soul Cores." Qian Chenzhou frowned, opened his eyes, and looked toward the towering Offering Hall. "Though I don't know exactly how they are condensed, I can try it first."

His soul power was already overflowing. Continuing to cultivate gave him no way to improve further.

He was merely a child nearing four years old. Trying to contend against the heavens was truly far too difficult.

Qian Chenzhou closed his eyes again and continued circulating the Qian Clan Meditation Method, feeling the route soul power took through the meridians in his body while silently memorizing those paths.

Once he had familiarized himself with every route, he began trying to compress his soul power.

Even if he could not condense a Soul Core for the time being, compressed soul power would still last longer than ordinary soul power.

For others, cultivating to raise their soul power was already difficult enough.

But geniuses did not share the troubles of ordinary people, not to mention that Qian Chenzhou truly had nothing particularly important to do right now.

If he did not tinker with these things and instead spent his time playing, it would simply be a waste of time.

Besides, he did not think he could get along with those immature little brats!

At sunset.

Qian Chenzhou slowly opened his eyes. "It seems that even compressing soul power is not as simple as I imagined."

Qian Chenzhou had spent the entire afternoon experimenting, yet he did not dare attempt anything on a large scale. After all, his body was still important.

But after circulating his soul power for who knew how long, he still could not find much of a clue.

Inside the Offering Hall, the whole family had finished dinner.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Chenzhou and was extremely satisfied with this young son who had been born according to the Angel God's divine oracle.

The praise he heard from Golden Crocodile was practically endless. He had praised the boy to the heavens.

"Uncle Golden Crocodile, I'll have to trouble you to accompany me on a trip today and for the next half month."

"No big deal." Golden Crocodile Douluo waved a hand. "It's not like it's anything important. Besides, this old man has nothing else to do."

Compared to Golden Crocodile's delight, the other five offerings were far less pleased.

If they had known earlier, they would never have let Second Brother protect little Chenzhou. They should have gone instead!

But it was too late to say anything now, and besides, they were no match for Second Brother.

Saintess Hall.

"Greetings, Offering Golden Crocodile."

The female Soul Master guarding the entrance bowed to Golden Crocodile Douluo. She did not stop them and directly opened the doors.

The room's decor was warm, almost entirely done in pale pink tones. It seemed to reflect the disposition a young girl ought to have, utterly unlike the madwoman Bibi Dong would become in the future.

At that moment, Bibi Dong sat before her dressing mirror, propping her cheeks up with both hands as she looked at herself in the reflection.

Her complexion was somewhat pale, and the slight puffiness beneath her eyes made her appear a little haggard.

Anyone could tell at a glance that those dark circles meant she had stayed up all night without sleeping.

Through the mirror's reflection, Bibi Dong saw Golden Crocodile and Qian Chenzhou arrive. She did not resist, did not scream, and instead appeared unusually calm.

"Qian Chenzhou, did you come to laugh at me?"

Qian Chenzhou walked closer, admiring Bibi Dong's smooth calves. "Of course not. I came to invite you to watch another show."

Watch a show?!

Ripples spread through Bibi Dong's previously calm eyes. Obvious disgust appeared on her expressionless face. "I'm not going!"

She truly did not want to see Yu Xiaogang's hypocritical face again.

When she thought of everything she had done for him before, she felt incomparably disgusted, even wishing she could slap herself twice.

She, the lofty Saintess of Spirit Hall, had actually been deceived by such trash. It was simply the greatest humiliation of her life!

At the same time, intense hatred arose within her heart.

"That isn't up to you."

Qian Chenzhou answered with a smile. Before he needed to say anything further, Golden Crocodile had already understood. He raised a hand, and surging soul power swept toward Bibi Dong.

The current Bibi Dong had no time to react. She was subdued in an instant, her soul power sealed.

The familiar procedure, the familiar rhythm. Bibi Dong's face turned even paler, and the look she gave Qian Chenzhou was filled with hatred and madness.

Qian Chenzhou had definitely come to humiliate her!

"Uncle Golden Crocodile, let's go."

As soon as they approached the house, Golden Crocodile sensed Ghost's aura again. He was neither surprised nor taken aback, simply walking over on his own.

When Ghost saw them arrive, he directly gave up his spot and transmitted his voice into a line.

The familiar procedure, the familiar formula.

But Bibi Dong tightly shut her eyes at that moment. She did not want to look, nor did she want to listen.

But that was not up to her!

Within this narrow space sealed by Golden Crocodile's soul power, the soul power changed again and spread into the shape of a loudspeaker, infinitely amplifying every sound within.

No matter how unwilling Bibi Dong was, those unbearable sounds continuously forced their way into her ears.

The expression on her face gradually became crazed and twisted.

Seeing Bibi Dong's current appearance, Qian Chenzhou could not help nodding to himself.

He could have used gentler means to make Bibi Dong give up on trash like Yu Xiaogang, but why should he?

Should traitors be persuaded with words?

Qian Chenzhou did not have such a kind heart!

Moreover, the most important point was that Tang San was not the man who had just become a god. He was the dual-god Asura God King, who had sat in the God Realm for who knew how many years.

Qian Chenzhou did not dare lower his guard against someone so calculating.

Even if Tang San had lost his divine power, his perspective and knowledge were absolutely beyond comparison with that of the Tang Sect disciple who had just transmigrated.

Who knew whether he had other contingencies besides the Tang Sect's techniques?

As long as even the slightest trace of divine power was involved, it would be an indelible wound for the current Spirit Hall.

These factors forced Qian Chenzhou to make his arrangements with utmost caution.

It was still the familiar blindfolding, but this time the sounds were not blocked off, clearly echoing through the space.

Starting from Rong'er's cry of alarm, Qian Chenzhou silently counted in his heart.

One minute and five seconds—an entire second longer than last time.

As expected of Xiaogang. He had indeed improved!

Once the sounds inside the room fell quiet again, Golden Crocodile directly took both sides away without waiting for Qian Chenzhou to speak.

For the next several days, Golden Crocodile brought Bibi Dong to the small courtyard every night to endure torment of both body and mind.

From the initial fury to later calmness.

Yet the hatred and resentment in her eyes could not be dispelled. It was simply unknown who she was directing them toward now.