Using My Own Flesh and Blood to Begin My Divine Trial Works Too!

"Xiao Gang..."

"Waaaaah..."

"I'm sorry..."

I can't protect you, I can't even preserve the fruits of your labor.

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with a tangible hatred, and roared to the heavens in a furious, heart-wrenching rage.

"Aaaaaaah!!"

"Qian Xunji, Qian Renchuan!"

"I, Bibi Dong, swear that one day I will tear your Qian Family to pieces!"

"I will make you pay in blood for everything that has happened today!"

The next moment.

She seemed to have thought of something.

She abruptly turned to the maid, who was already trembling with fear just from hearing her words, and coldly asked,

Where is that Bastard now?

Upon hearing this, the maid trembled violently, her face turning deathly pale.

"Reporting to... Reporting to the Saintess."

"I heard that the Eldest Young Master has already left Spirit City and headed to the Star Dou Great Forest..."

"Off to Soul Hunting."

Upon hearing this...

Bibi Dong's eye twitched violently again.

"Get out!"

The maidservant felt as if she had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the Bedchamber.

Bibi Dong was left standing alone amidst the chaos, her beautiful face contorted in extreme rage, her expression filled with even more venom.

Soul Hunting?

Doesn't that mean...?

That Bastard has already broken through level 30!

Xiao Gang is so smart.

So work hard!

However, due to the flaw in his Martial Soul Mutation, he was stuck at level 29 and could never cross that threshold in his entire life.

How could Qian Xunji, that beast's Bastard, at only six years old, easily reach a level that Xiao Gang could never achieve in his entire life?

Damn it!!!

Is the bloodline of the Angel Family truly so insurmountable?

Just then...

The surrounding light within Bibi Dong's line of sight suddenly dimmed.

Sisi of purplish-black mist were seen frantically spreading out from the cracks in the wall, quickly converging and merging in mid-air to form a hideous and grotesque human face.

It is the sinister and evil Rakshasa God!!!

The voice of the Rakshasa God echoed slowly amidst the rolling faces.

"A six-year-old Soul Elder..."

"What a terrifying talent..."

"Do you think that if he were allowed to grow up smoothly, he would help Qian Xunji to forever trample you under his feet?"

Bibi Dong suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with murderous intent, and her Soul Power surged violently like boiling water.

"Therefore, he must die!"

The Rakshasa God immediately let out a piercing, maniacal laugh.

Hehehehehehe...

"That's right, exactly."

"Kill him."

"Using your own flesh and blood as a sacrifice to initiate my Divine Trial is also an excellent choice."

Boom.

The purplish-black face suddenly collapsed, turning back into a large amount of black mist and shrinking back into the wall.

The Bedchamber returned to calm.

Bibi Dong, her face grim, turned and shouted.

"Someone come here."

The tightly closed door was pushed open, and another personal maid hurried in, bowing respectfully.

What are your orders, Saintess?

Bibi Dong strode to the desk, picked up paper and pen, and quickly wrote a letter by hand.

He folded the paper, stuffed it into the envelope, and then handed it to the maid.

"Send this letter out immediately."

"Don't alert anyone. Just place it in the dead-end alley behind the tavern in the east of Spirit City."

The maid accepted the envelope with both hands.

Although he was puzzled, he dared not ask a single question and could only respectfully turn and leave.

"Yes, I will take care of it right away."

Spirit Hall.

Worship Hall.

As the most core and most sacred and inviolable place of the Spirit Hall.

This place is quiet all year round.

It is currently closed.

However, at this moment, the doors of the Worship Hall were suddenly flung open.

In an instant, a large expanse of golden sunlight poured into the hall without reservation, making the golden bricks on the floor of the hall gleam.

Meanwhile, Qian Jun Douluo, one of the Grand Priest in the Worship Hall, stood at the entrance with his arms crossed.

He frowned and looked at a Pope's Palace Knight at the bottom of the steps outside the palace.

What brings you to the Worship Hall?

The voice of the Qian Jun Douluo was deep and resonant.

Upon seeing this, the knight immediately knelt on one knee, respectfully presenting the two beautifully bound books high above his head.

"Return the Qian Jun offering."

"This was specially delivered to the Grand Priest by His Holiness the Pope."

"His Holiness the Pope instructed that this book was written by the Eldest Young Master, Qian Renchuan, and requested that the Grand Priest personally review and annotate it."

Upon hearing this Qian Jun Douluo froze on the spot, his face filled with astonishment.

What?

The Eldest Young Master, Qian Renchuan?

In the impression of these devotees who spend most of their time in seclusion.

The image of the Eldest Young Master, Qian Renchuan, remains that of someone who spends his days idly, neglecting his duties, and only knowing how to slack off without ever meditating or cultivating.

Now, suddenly someone comes along and tells him that Qian Renchuan has actually written two books and sent them over?

And he even specifically requested that the Grand Priest personally review it?

Qian Jun Douluo was immediately surprised, and even felt it was somewhat absurd.

But since it was Pope Qian Xunji who said it, he naturally wouldn't say anything more. He reached out and took it, then waved his hand and said...

Okay, I understand.

"I've accepted the book. Go back and report. Now, let's go."

The knight immediately stood up, turned around, and quickly left.

After watching the knight's figure disappear completely, Qian Jun Douluo turned around, closed the door, and returned to the depths of the hall.

Very soon.

Qian Jun Douluo then arrived at the giant Angel God Statue at the deepest part of the Worship Hall.

They found the Grand Priest, Qian Daoliu, sitting beneath the statue of a deity with his eyes closed in meditation.

Qian Jun Douluo stepped forward and handed over the two books, repeating verbatim what the Pope's Palace had said.

After listening, Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes.

"A book written by Xiaochuan?"

"Ji'er specifically have it brought to me for me to see?"

"Yes, brother."

Qian Daoliu reached out and took the two books.

Only then did I realize that the two books were titled "The Fundamentals of Martial Soul" and "The Ten Evolutionary Laws of Martial Soul".

I randomly opened the first book, "The Fundamentals of Martial Soul".

At first, Qian Daoliu's expression was relatively calm; he was simply flipping through the pages as if he were looking at a child's doodles.

But.

I only read less than three pages.

Qian Daoliu's previously casual gaze instantly became incredibly sharp.

He sat up abruptly.

The speed at which he turned the pages increased, and even his breathing became rapid.

After he finished reading "The Fundamentals of Martial Soul," he couldn't wait to open "The Ten Laws of Martial Soul Evolution."

Qian Daoliu was in a state of extreme shock.

The veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

He has lived to such an old age and has witnessed countless theories and geniuses.

But he had never seen such a rigorous and terrifying theory that so directly addressed the essence of Martial Soul!

Every single word in this book.

They all seem like truths that have been tested and refined through countless trials.

In particular, when he saw the sentence in the book that refuted the theory of uselessness, Qian Daoliu could no longer sit still.

"Bang!"

He abruptly stood up, staring intently at the book in his hands, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"This... this really was written by Xiaochuan?"

"How is this possible!"

He's only six years old!

"How could a six-year-old child, who can't even recognize all the types of Martial Soul, possibly write such a groundbreaking masterpiece?"