Qian Daoliu Was Numb

Just as Luo Jiuyou returned to his residence, closed his eyes in meditation, and began absorbing that God-Given Soul Ring, the other six little ones in Spirit Hall's eastern courtyard had also just finished their training for the day.

"Phew, finally done training!"

Bibi Dong stretched lazily, her face filled with pride.

"Hehe, I'll be able to break through to level twenty-seven soon. I didn't expect going out to fight this time would speed up my body's absorption of the Immortal Herbs' medicinal power. Junior Brother was right—just burying your head in cultivation won't do. You have to fight your way forward."

"Some angel is just inferior. She probably won't break through as fast as I will."

Qian Renxue walked behind her with a stern little face.

She stared at Bibi Dong's smug back for a moment, then suddenly rushed forward and pounced onto Bibi Dong's back.

"Ahhh! What are you doing?! Get down!"

Bibi Dong staggered from the impact and immediately flailed around, trying to shake the blond accessory off her back.

"You actually said my cultivation speed is slow?"

Qian Renxue wrapped both arms firmly around Bibi Dong's neck and righteously declared:

"Then I shall completely suppress you, Fallen Soul Master, and uphold the Angel God's prestige!"

"Damn it! When did I become a Fallen Soul Master?!"

Bibi Dong flew into a rage and reached behind her to pinch Qian Renxue's cheeks.

"If I suppress you, Fallen Soul Master, I'll be able to cultivate faster! I'll spread the Angel God's prestige!"

Qian Renxue dodged while shouting, obvious laughter in her voice.

Bibi Dong finally snapped and gritted her teeth as she executed an over-the-shoulder throw.

She grabbed Qian Renxue's arms, exerted force through her waist, and violently flung the accessory on her back away.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard,