Bibi Dong, Gentle as Water

But Bibi Dong probably would not be satisfied. Her martial soul was an evil martial soul—how could she possibly be satisfied with his soul skill?

By the time they returned to Spirit Hall, it was already afternoon. As soon as they arrived, someone came to deliver word that the Pope wished to see Dongfang Yu.

"Go on. Mind your manners." Yue Guan waved a hand, then went off to rest.

Dongfang Yu could only steel himself and head toward Papal Hall, looking as though he were marching to his doom!

The moment he entered Papal Hall, Dongfang Yu felt the air around him fall silent. The entire hall was vast and empty, with only the sound of his own footsteps echoing one after another.

When he reached the foot of the papal platform, Dongfang Yu did not dare raise his head. He merely gave a respectful yet unyielding bow. "Teacher."

"Mm." Bibi Dong responded casually from above, examining Dongfang Yu with mild interest. Though he was young, his temperament was not bad. Among those his age, he was the only one who could remain neither servile nor overbearing under the pressure of her aura.

"Tell me. What did you gain?"

"Yes, Teacher. This disciple and Uncle Yue..." A moment later, Dongfang Yu honestly explained everything about the trip without hiding anything.

Bibi Dong sat above, her phoenix eyes fixed directly on him as if she wanted to see through him completely. After hearing Dongfang Yu's report, she fell into thought.

Seeing that Bibi Dong remained silent, Dongfang Yu did not dare ask anything. Unless he had a death wish, that was. Besides, Bibi Dong's presence was truly far too oppressive.

"It seems one Soul Ring is not enough..." Bibi Dong's voice came from above, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"Dongfang Yu."

"This disciple is here."

"Tomorrow, you will set out to hunt your second Soul Ring."

"Huh?" Dongfang Yu froze. Was she treating him like livestock? Not even letting him catch his breath? At least let him rest for two days!

"Do you have an objection?" Bibi Dong asked blandly.

"No... no. This disciple will go tomorrow."

"Mm. Now, come with me." With that, Bibi Dong descended from the platform and approached Dongfang Yu step by step.

As Bibi Dong drew closer and closer, cold sweat gradually formed on Dongfang Yu's forehead. At the same time, he asked himself whether he had eaten tiger guts and leopard hearts to actually think of courting her. Those tapping footsteps were like warning bells striking against his heart.

Only after Bibi Dong had passed him by some distance did Dongfang Yu lower his head and follow. Mm, she smelled wonderful. The air wherever she passed carried a faint fragrance that captivated him, leaving his gaze briefly unfocused.

Led by Bibi Dong, Dongfang Yu arrived at what looked like a training ground. Some students around them were all staring at him.

"Hey, did you hear? He's His Holiness the Pope's newly accepted disciple..."

"Damn, that's it?"

"No way. He doesn't even look as good as me."

Hearing the murmurs, Bibi Dong turned a blind eye. But Dongfang Yu behind her was unconvinced. What was wrong with that? As one of the great transmigrator army, he had no damned cheat abilities at all. All he had left was his identity as the Pope's disciple. Was there a problem with that?!

"Next is a test for you," Bibi Dong's voice came from ahead.

"This disciple obeys." Dongfang Yu did not dare ask what the test was. No matter what it was, he would have to submit to her anyway, so he might as well agree readily.

Very soon, Bibi Dong took the main seat beside the stage. Her gaze swept lightly over Dongfang Yu as she ordered, "Stand on the stage."

"Yes." Dongfang Yu hurried onto the stage.

Bibi Dong swept her gaze over the students, then pointed at Dongfang Yu. "Whoever defeats him will be rewarded one thousand gold soul coins."

"I'll do it..."

"Damn it, brother, let's talk somewhere else..."

"Get the hell out of the way..."

Seeing everyone below stare at him as if they had spotted a beautiful woman, Dongfang Yu felt his heart turn ice-cold! Bibi Dong, were you trying to play him to death? If you had the guts, come fight him yourself! What did he have to fear?!

"Uh... Teacher, if I win, what reward do I get?" Dongfang Yu asked Bibi Dong with an awkward smile.

"Of course there will be one. But if you lose, the outcome is death." Bibi Dong's voice was not particularly cold; it was instead very gentle. Yet her words came with a chilling effect of their own.

Dongfang Yu's mouth twitched. "This disciple will absolutely not disappoint Teacher." With that, he turned around and raised his focus to its peak.

Dongfang Yu did not doubt Bibi Dong's words in the slightest. This could be considered a battle of life and death. He had no choice but to be nervous.

Soon, the first person stepped onto the stage. The other party was also a man of manners. He first cupped his fists toward Dongfang Yu, then introduced himself with a smile. "I am Wang Yi, eleven years old, a level thirteen Battle Soul Master. My martial soul is a kitchen knife."

Dongfang Yu was naturally also a man of manners. After all, when you were out in the world, appearances mattered, did they not? Thus, he lightly cupped his fists as well. "Dongfang Yu, six years old..."

"Fuck me!" Before he could finish, Dongfang Yu immediately burst into curses, because the other man's kitchen knife had already chopped toward him the moment he began introducing himself!

"You shameless bastard!" Dongfang Yu summoned his martial soul and immediately unleashed his first soul skill. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he turned into light.

Beneath a sword of light, Wang Yi was sent flying straight off the stage. He violently spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out on the spot.

The instant Dongfang Yu released his soul skill, a trace of disgust appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes. She disliked this kind of aura. However, she said nothing for now and merely watched quietly.

"Damn it! Who's next?!" Dongfang Yu shouted with a dark expression. If he did not show his temper, did they think he was a soft persimmon to be squeezed?

"I'll do it." Another boy of eleven or twelve stepped forward. Judging by his aura, he was much stronger than Wang Yi.

"I am Li Fei, twelve years old... Fuck!" Before Li Fei could finish introducing himself, a sword of light slashed straight toward him!

Li Fei was immediately sent flying. Before passing out, he still shouted, "You have no manners! You launched a sneak attack..." After saying that, he blacked out completely.

Dongfang Yu gave a sinister smile and complained, "All's fair in war. I only just learned that myself."

"Next!"

The more Bibi Dong watched, the more interesting she found it. Her bargain disciple was quite amusing. Her phoenix eyes brightened slightly, and the corners of her lips slowly curved into a faint smile. One smile brought forth a hundred charms, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"I am...!" Before he could finish speaking, he raised his blade and charged at Dongfang Yu.

Dongfang Yu smiled disdainfully. "Hmph, so you learned to be clever. But do you know that overwhelming force can break all techniques?"

With that, another sword of light cleaved toward him!

Gradually, half an hour passed.

At that moment, only two people remained on the stage: Dongfang Yu and someone named Li Hao.

Dongfang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. This person was stronger than everyone before him. No one earlier had even managed to get close before being sent flying.

But Dongfang Yu's instincts told him that he could handle this person!

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