Lottery Draws and the Rakshasa God's Inheritance

But Qian Chenzhou understood well that he had become one of the targets of Bibi Dong's hatred. After all, he had been the one to cause this, so he could not help feeling a little wronged.

In truth, he did not take it to heart.

Another evening arrived. As Yu Xiaogang lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, he could not help asking, "Why hasn't Dong'er come to see me lately?"

Upon hearing that voice, Bibi Dong could no longer hide the killing intent in her eyes.

[Congratulations, Host, for completing the mission: Rescue Bibi Dong]

[Reward: Lottery Draws ×2]

[Reward: Rewind ×1]

Hearing the sudden notification, Qian Chenzhou could not help curling his lips into a grin as he looked at Yu Xiaogang lying on the bed.

"Gangzi, you really are my good brother."

"Let's go."

The moment they returned to the Pope Hall, Bibi Dong said nothing and left as usual.

"Uncle Golden Crocodile, I'd like to learn about Soul Power compression."

Qian Chenzhou directly stopped Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had been about to leave.

He had also visited the Library Pavilion lately, but after reading through many books, he had found no records concerning Soul Power compression.

For ordinary Soul Masters, compressing Soul Power had little significance at all.

For Titled Douluo, Soul Power compression was one of the necessary stages they had to undergo. There was no point recording it, since it was simply a natural progression.

Golden Crocodile had just turned around to look at Qian Chenzhou. For a moment, he had no idea why the little fellow was asking about this, but he still patiently explained it to him.

"Compressing Soul Power requires abundant Soul Power as support. At the same time, you need to use spiritual power to guide the density of the Soul Power. It's like compressing soft tofu pudding into solid tofu."

"Thank you, Uncle Golden Crocodile."

"Don't tell me you want to compress your Soul Power?" Golden Crocodile asked in surprise.

He always felt that this kid was up to no good.

But with Chenzhou's current spiritual power, trying to compress Soul Power would be far too difficult. It was simply wishful thinking.

His Soul Power alone was nowhere near sufficient. Even if it were, his spiritual power would be completely incapable of supporting such an undertaking.

"I've considered it, but it's still too difficult."

"Stop thinking about it. Just wait peacefully for your Martial Soul awakening a year from now."

With that, Golden Crocodile turned and left.

As Qian Chenzhou walked along the white jade stairs, he recalled Golden Crocodile's words. It was not as though trying was impossible.

"I still have three lottery draws unused." Qian Chenzhou smacked his forehead. He had been so busy with Bibi Dong's affairs lately that he had actually forgotten something so important. "Lottery draw."

[Martial Soul Replacement Card: Six-Winged Angel]

[Medicine and Poison Scripture]

[Soul Power Circulation Formation]

[Martial Soul Replacement Card: Can replace the original Martial Soul with the Six-Winged Angel. Note: It can only replace the Martial Soul and cannot alter the level of innate Soul Power or cultivation talent.]

[Medicine and Poison Scripture: Divided into the Medicine Scripture and Poison Scripture. The Medicine Scripture can identify all medicinal herbs under heaven. With sufficiently powerful spiritual power, one can refine pills. The Poison Scripture can analyze all poisons under heaven and gather toxins into a Poison Core.]

[Soul Power Circulation Formation: Once the formation is set up, Soul Masters within it can cultivate Soul Power faster. Note: The formation's effect is related to the materials used! In this world, the only suitable material at present is Soul Bones!]

Qian Chenzhou carefully read through all the descriptions and could not help clicking his tongue.

Although all three items were useful, they truly could not be put to use in the short term.

The [Martial Soul Replacement Card] was simply too useless for him.

He did not even need to think about it to know that his Martial Soul would definitely be the Six-Winged Angel. Something that could not change his innate aptitude or cultivation talent was garbage among garbage to him.

Even if he replaced it with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, it would only surprise Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji a little.

"Still, this Medicine and Poison Scripture is pretty good." Qian Chenzhou examined the knowledge in his mind. "Though at the moment, it doesn't mean much either."

"As for this Soul Power Circulation Formation, it would definitely be of great significance in raising Spirit Hall's overall strength." Qian Chenzhou thought about the memories of setting up the formation in his mind. "Unfortunately, Soul Bones hold a fatal attraction for any Soul Master."

"Even a wealthy force like Spirit Hall couldn't possibly waste such things so casually."

Qian Chenzhou did not think he could casually ask Qian Daoliu for Soul Bones.

Even the lowest-grade formation required thirty-six Soul Bones, enough to equip six Soul Masters with complete sets of Soul Bone armor.

As Qian Chenzhou pondered the uses of these items, he headed toward his own palace.

After all, these things were useless junk for now. They were nowhere near as practical as figuring out how to compress Soul Power!

[Bibi Dong has accepted the Rakshasa God's trial.]

Qian Chenzhou stopped in his tracks and stared at the panel notification before him. He froze for a moment, then could not help revealing a self-mocking smile.

"Damn it, this world's convergence line really can correct itself."

He had thought that Bibi Dong had escaped the secret chamber and that his older brother, Qian Xunji, had avoided death. Yet he had not expected fate to forcibly meddle with Bibi Dong's destiny. It seemed she was destined to never escape the clutches of that madwoman, the Rakshasa God.

Still, it was enough that his older brother had survived.

Qian Chenzhou clasped his little hands behind his back and walked toward the Saintess Hall.

Saintess Hall.

Bibi Dong sat on the bed, her face covered in purplish-black patterns. When she opened her eyes, they were filled with madness and hatred. At the same time, the Soul Power within her had broken through—she needed only one more Soul Ring to become a Soul Emperor!

"Qian Chenzhou, Yu Xiaogang, just you wait!"

The doors of the hall opened.

Bibi Dong swiftly looked toward the entrance. Under the moonlight, the young Qian Chenzhou was walking toward her.

The moment she saw him, the venomous resentment on Bibi Dong's face could not be concealed. The purplish-black patterns instantly faded away.

Though she hated Qian Chenzhou deeply, since he had single-handedly caused her current circumstances—

Deep down, she was still somewhat grateful to him.

If not for him, she would never have received the Rakshasa God's favor or obtained a divine trial!

"What are you here for?" Bibi Dong's expression gradually calmed, and she looked coldly at Qian Chenzhou. "Have you come to laugh at me? If that's what you're thinking, I advise you to leave as soon as possible."

Qian Chenzhou said nothing. He merely smiled as he climbed onto the bed, sat quietly opposite her, and stared into Bibi Dong's eyes. Then he simply lay down, resting his head on her thigh.

"You!"

Bibi Dong's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. Her hand was already raised in the air, poised to strike.

But seeing Qian Chenzhou close his eyes without any intention of dodging, she ultimately lowered her hand slowly.