The Future Can Be Changed

Twin Martial Souls, Innate Rank Twenty—an unparalleled talent. It was both a blessing and a curse.

A common man was innocent, but possession of a priceless jade made him guilty. Such extraordinary talent would inevitably draw the attention of countless people, and Qian Daoliu would never let it go so easily.

She could not allow anyone to set their sights on Xiao Xu.

"Xiao Xu has only just awakened, and his body is still weak. We'll be leaving first." Bibi Dong stepped forward and shielded Bibi Xu behind her as she spoke coolly to Qian Daoliu, her tone firm and beyond dispute.

"As for his future cultivation and Spirit Ring arrangements, I will handle them. There is no need to trouble the Worship Hall."

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly. "Bibi Xu is exceptionally gifted and should be trained in the Worship Hall. I can personally guide his cultivation, and the Worship Hall's resources will be fully open to him. This would be beneficial to his growth..."

"No need." Bibi Dong cut him off directly, her tone turning cold. "I will teach my own son. The Holy Maiden Hall does not lack Spirit Hall resources either. There is no need for the Grand Worshipper to concern himself."

Her attitude was unyielding, leaving no room for discussion.

What a joke. Sending Xiao Xu into the Worship Hall would be like delivering a sheep into a tiger's jaws. She knew perfectly well what Qian Daoliu was plotting. He simply wanted to raise Xiao Xu into a tool for Qian Renxue, to pave the way for her.

Why should her son become someone else's stepping stone?

Watching Bibi Dong protect her child so fiercely, Qian Daoliu knew there was no point in pressing further. He could only let the matter go. "Very well. Since you already have arrangements, we'll do it your way. If you need anything, you may come to the Worship Hall to find me at any time."

"Thank you, Grand Worshipper." Bibi Dong nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then took Bibi Xu's hand and turned to leave without the slightest hesitation.

Qian Renxue watched the mother and son depart, her little lips pursing in disappointment. Her mother still had not spoken more than a few words to her.

"Alright, Xue'er, don't be sad." Qian Xunji stroked her head and comforted her gently. "There will be plenty of chances to meet in the future. Cultivate well and become stronger and stronger. Then your mother will come see you."

"Mm!" Qian Renxue nodded hard, light rekindling in her eyes. "I'll definitely cultivate diligently! I'll become incredibly, incredibly strong and make Mother proud!"

After leaving the Worship Hall and walking down the mountain path, the tension in Bibi Dong's expression finally eased somewhat.

She lowered her head to look at Bibi Xu beside her. Her voice carried a trace of reproach, but even more concern. "You little rascal, you scared me to death just now."

Bibi Xu smiled. "I didn't know it would turn out this way either. Consider it a surprise for Mother."

For now, he did not mention his third Martial Soul. It was not that he did not trust Bibi Dong, but the matter was simply too shocking. The fewer people who knew, the better.

Every additional person who knew meant an additional risk. He could tell Mother once he was strong enough in the future.

"A surprise it may be, but it also draws far too much attention." Bibi Dong sighed. "Twin Martial Souls, Innate Rank Twenty... I'm afraid Qian Daoliu has already begun making plans."

"I know." Bibi Xu nodded, his expression calm. "So don't worry, Mother. I know what I'm doing. The Worship Hall wants to win me over only because they want me to help Little Xue. But I'm not an object they can manipulate as they please. I won't let them have their way."

Bibi Dong looked at her son's composed demeanor and felt a wave of comfort. He was only six, yet he had so many thoughts and such a steady temperament. He was a hundred times better than children his age.

"It's good that you understand." Bibi Dong stroked his head, her tone resolute.

"Don't worry. As long as Mother is here, no one will force you to do anything. You don't need to worry about Spirit Rings. Mother has already prepared everything for you. Once your body recovers for a few days, Mother will take you to hunt your First Spirit Ring and choose the Spirit Beast best suited to your Martial Souls, ensuring a perfect match."

"Thank you, Mother." Bibi Xu looked up and smiled. After a pause, he added, "But Mother, after absorbing the Spirit Ring, I want to stabilize my foundation first and thoroughly temper the spirit power of both Martial Souls. Also... after some time, I want to go out and gain some experience."

"Gain experience?" Bibi Dong stopped walking and frowned. "You're only six. You've only just awakened your Martial Souls. What experience could you possibly gain? It's too dangerous."

"I won't go anywhere far. I'll just look around the area surrounding Spirit City, fight some low-level Spirit Beasts, and familiarize myself with my Martial Souls' abilities." Bibi Xu had long prepared this explanation.

"I can't stay in Spirit City forever, shut away and isolated. Actual combat is the fastest way to improve. Besides, with the protective soul tools Mother gave me, low-level Spirit Beasts can't hurt me."

Of course, he did not merely want to wander around nearby. His true destination was the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Immortal herbs could reshape the body, greatly strengthen one's spirit power foundation, and even cause Martial Souls to evolve. If he could obtain them, his starting point could rise by another tremendous margin.

Besides, with immortal herbs, whoever got there first won. Rather than wait for Tang San to grow up and reap the benefits, he might as well claim them now.

Bibi Dong looked into his determined eyes. She knew that this child had always had his own ideas, and once he made a decision, it was difficult to change his mind.

After pondering for a moment, she finally relented. "Fine. It would be good for you to go out and see the world. But you are not allowed to go too far, and you must bring sufficient guards. We'll discuss it after you obtain your Spirit Ring and stabilize your cultivation."

"Alright!" Bibi Xu agreed immediately.

Once he had the ability to protect himself, he would find an opportunity to slip away to the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well. Dugu Bo guarded that place, but as long as he used Tang San's line of reasoning, he would certainly be able to persuade Dugu Bo.

After returning to the Holy Maiden Hall, Bibi Dong personally tended to Bibi Xu's body and instructed the maidservants to care for him properly before leaving to deal with her own affairs.

Bibi Xu returned to his room, closed the door, immediately sat cross-legged, and examined the condition inside his body.

Within his dantian, three Martial Souls floated silently.

On the left was the One-Soul Two-Forms Spider Empress Martial Soul. Black and dark green interwove as the powers of death and soul-devouring circulated in balance, its aura steady.

On the right was the Purple Radiant Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon Martial Soul. A purple-black dragon phantom coiled there, its destructive aura restrained but still domineering.

And in the deepest part of his dantian, where the origin of his soul resided, there was another azure phantom.

This was his third Martial Soul, and also his greatest trump card.

"There's no rush for what comes next." Bibi Xu slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. "Take it one step at a time."

He rose to his feet, walked to the window, and looked toward the distant Pope's Palace and Worship Hall, toward the countless lights of Spirit City.

Martial Soul awakening, Innate Rank Twenty, Three-Life Martial Soul.

His path through Douluo had begun with a dreamlike start.

But this was only the beginning.

Qian Xunji was still alive, and Bibi Dong's hatred had yet to be avenged. The Rakshasa God's inheritance was still drawing Bibi Dong toward the abyss. Qian Daoliu watched him like a tiger eyeing its prey, intending to use him. And the future Tang San would possess the protagonist's halo, destined to become Spirit Hall's mortal enemy.

The road ahead was long and fraught with danger.

Yet Bibi Xu felt not the slightest fear.

In his previous life, he could only watch through a screen and sigh in regret. In this life, he had entered the game himself, possessed supreme talent, had Spirit Hall at his back, and held the advantage of foresight.

He refused to believe that Bibi Dong's fate could not be changed, that he could not defeat the so-called protagonist, or that Spirit Hall was destined to fall.

The wind swept through the window lattice, lifting the boy's dark hair. The six-year-old stood before the window with his back straight, his eyes holding a composure and sharpness that did not belong to his age.