Now Began the Era of Bibi Xu

Meanwhile, Bibi Xu returned to his room and closed the door. The obedient expression vanished from his face in an instant.

He walked to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a small notebook. Written inside were simplified characters from his previous life, crooked and messy. Other than him, no one could understand them.

This was his "Transmigrator's Memo."

He opened the notebook, picked up a pen, and added several lines:

The martial soul awakening is imminent. Focus on observing the attributes of my own martial soul and confirm its compatibility with darkness/slaughter.

For the First Spirit Ring, strive for the optimal hundred-year configuration. Do not blindly pursue higher age limits.

Once I have the ability to protect myself against Dugu Bo, find an opportunity to visit him. Take the Immortal Herbs if possible; if not, destroy them. They must never be left for Tang San.

The drawbacks of the Rakshasa God inheritance are obvious. I must quickly search the ancient records of Spirit Hall for information about the Shura God and confirm the connection between Divine Slaughter's Domain and the Shura inheritance.

Keep an eye on Qian Xunji. In the original story, he will soon hunt down Tang Hao and return severely injured. Hopefully, he dies out there and does not dirty Mother's hands.

After writing the last line, Bibi Xu set down his pen and stared at the notebook for a long time.

Qian Xunji. That name was the root of Bibi Dong's lifelong suffering.

He deserved to die.

But in the original story, Bibi Dong killed him with her own hands, devoured the origin of his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, and opened the Rakshasa Legacy. Yet she also completely bore the crime of killing her master, creating an impassable divide between herself, Qian Daoliu, and Qian Renxue.

Bibi Xu did not want Bibi Dong to do it herself.

Not because he sympathized with Qian Xunji, but because he did not want her to be stained with any more blood and sin. Nor did he want Qian Renxue to hate her for the rest of her life after learning the truth in the future.

The best method was to kill with a borrowed blade.

He would borrow Tang Hao's hand, borrow the Clear Sky Sect's hand, and let Qian Xunji die openly and justifiably.

Then Bibi Dong could naturally take over as Pope. She would avenge herself without dirtying her own hands, while directing all the hatred toward the Clear Sky Sect. Three birds with one stone.

Still, this would not be easy.

Qian Xunji was a Titled Douluo and the Pope, surrounded by layers of guards. How could he die so easily? Moreover, the original story had been vague about when he would hunt Tang Hao and what route he would take. Bibi Xu only knew the general timing.

He could only take things one step at a time and plan slowly.

Bibi Xu put away the notebook and locked it back in the drawer.

He walked to the window and pushed it open, gazing at the starry sky outside. The evening breeze drifted in, carrying the chill of the night.

Six years.

From his initial confusion and helplessness to his current careful planning, he had long since become part of this world. Bibi Dong was his mother, Qian Renxue was his... friend, perhaps, and Spirit Hall was his faction.

He had no grand ambition to save the world, nor did he want to be some partner of justice. He only wanted to protect those he wished to protect and change those endings that left people full of regret.

The days passed one by one, and the martial soul awakening ceremony drew closer and closer.

Spirit City gradually grew livelier. Nobles and soul master families from every region brought their children of the proper age to Spirit City, hoping to participate in the official awakening ceremony held by Spirit Hall.

Once they awakened a decent martial soul, they could be directly recruited by Spirit Hall and receive its most generous training resources, soaring to greatness in a single step.

The entire Spirit City was immersed in an atmosphere of both tension and anticipation.

Yet Bibi Xu's daily routine in the Holy Maiden Hall remained largely unchanged.

Every morning, he trained his body. In the morning, he went to the Library Pavilion to read. In the afternoon, he meditated to cultivate his spiritual power. At night, he had dinner with Bibi Dong. Occasionally, Qian Renxue secretly sent him a message to invite him out, and the two would sit on the grassy slope behind the mountain, chat, and watch the stars.

Peaceful and fulfilling.

That morning, Bibi Xu went to the Library Pavilion as usual to read.

Today, he wanted to find ancient books about divine inheritances, especially records concerning gods. Spirit Hall had existed for tens of thousands of years and possessed a deep foundation. It surely hid many secrets that the outside world could never see.

The Library Pavilion had several floors. The first held basic theories, the second contained soul masters' cultivation insights, and the third housed high-level soul skills and sect histories. Higher floors required authorization. Although Bibi Xu was the Holy Maiden's son, he could only enter the first three floors.

After searching the third floor for a long time, he suddenly found a tattered copy of Study of Ancient Gods. The book recorded many legends of gods from ancient times, including the Rakshasa God and the Shura God.

The book stated that Rakshasa and Shura had both originated from the source of slaughter, yet had gone to two extremes. Shura presided over slaughter and judgment, enforcing the laws of the Divine Realm with righteous majesty. Rakshasa fed upon resentment and was the foremost of evil, fallen and corrupt. Their origins were similar, yet they were as incompatible as fire and water, having fought without end for countless years.

The book also mentioned, "Divine Slaughter's Domain is the ultimate manifestation of the path of slaughter and the shared foundation of both gods' inheritances. Those who gain this domain may have the chance to knock upon the gates of either god."

Bibi Xu's eyes lit up.

Just as expected!

Divine Slaughter's Domain was not merely the key to the Rakshasa God. It could also be used to inherit the Shura God's divine position. In other words, it was theoretically entirely possible for Bibi Dong to switch to cultivating the Shura God's inheritance.

The book did not explain how to make the switch, nor did it say where the Shura God's inheritance site was located. It only vaguely mentioned, "At the end of Hell Road in Killing City lie the ruins of a divine temple."

The end of Hell Road...

Bibi Xu frowned.

In the original story, the end of Hell Road was where Divine Slaughter's Domain could be obtained. There did not seem to be any mention of a Shura Temple. Could it be farther in? Or did it require specific conditions to open?

It seemed that when the chance arose, he would have to personally visit Killing City.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the stairway.

Bibi Xu looked up and froze for a moment.

The person who had arrived was Qian Xunji.

He wore a golden Pope's robe. His handsome face carried the authority of one in power, though a faint, difficult-to-detect gloom hid between his brows. Two guards followed at his side. Clearly, he had come to the Library Pavilion to consult some materials.

Their eyes met, and Qian Xunji also froze for a moment, clearly not expecting to encounter Bibi Xu here.

"Xiao Xu?" Qian Xunji stopped, surprise and deliberate gentleness in his voice. "You're reading here?"

Bibi Xu sneered inwardly, but his expression remained calm. He closed the book and gave a slight bow. "Your Holiness the Pope."

Neither servile nor overbearing, his manners were impeccable, yet his distance was obvious.

Seeing him like this, Qian Xunji felt somewhat uncomfortable. He knew Bibi Dong hated him, and by extension, this child was not close to him either.

But this was still the child Bibi Dong cherished most. Because he loved her, he also cared for her child, always wanting to treat him better and mend his relationship with Bibi Dong.

"What are you reading?" Qian Xunji stepped forward, wanting to see the book in his hands.

Yet Bibi Xu calmly hid the book behind his back and said flatly, "Nothing much. Just some basic martial soul theory."

He was clearly unwilling to talk with him any further.

Qian Xunji's hand stiffened in midair before he awkwardly withdrew it. He coughed and changed the subject. "Your martial soul will awaken next month. Are you prepared? I'll arrange Spirit Hall's finest awakening master and the best Awakening Stone, ensuring you have the most perfect awakening environment."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Holiness the Pope." Bibi Xu's tone was indifferent. "Mother's arrangements are sufficient. I would not dare trouble Your Holiness."

Every sentence contained "Your Holiness the Pope," making them sound like complete strangers.

Qian Xunji looked at the child, still so young yet completely impervious to persuasion. He felt both helpless and somewhat appreciative. This child really did have some of Bibi Dong's temperament—cold, proud, neither servile nor overbearing.

"You child..." Qian Xunji sighed. "Forget it. Read well. I'll be leaving first."

He did not linger any longer, turning away with his guards.

Only after watching his figure disappear at the stairway did Bibi Xu slowly withdraw his gaze, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Qian Xunji would not be jumping around for much longer.

He reopened Study of Ancient Gods, but no longer had the mood to continue reading.

There were three days left until his martial soul awakening.

His path as a Douluo was about to officially begin.

Bibi Xu closed the book and walked to the window. He gazed at the towering Pope's Palace and Worship Hall in the distance, at the crowds moving through Spirit City, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Awaken his martial soul, obtain spirit rings, increase his strength, and lay out the future.

Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, the Shrek Seven Devils, and all the storms destined to come... he would face them all.

The wind blew in through the window, flipping the pages with a soft rustle.

The youth stood by the window. Though still immature, his back was straight as an emerging sprout breaking through the soil, hiding the power to shake the entire continent.

The era belonging to Bibi Xu was about to begin.