Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong sat upon the throne, her expression gloomy.
Damned Yu Yuanzhen, I merely went to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect a few times, yet he actually suspects that I am plotting against them.
Bibi Dong was furious. Her delicate hands tightened around her cuffs, and the swelling peaks of her chest heaved incessantly.
The scepter she held in her right hand was pressed with slightly sunken finger indentations.
Damable! Xiaogang, I will never give you up, and you are not allowed to give me up either. No one can truly separate us.
Bibi Dong recalled every bit of sweet sweetness from her meetings with Yu Xiaogang over the years ever since he was injured, and she secretly resolved herself in her heart.
After she exacted her revenge and became a god, no matter what, she would bring Yu Xiaogang to her side, ascend to the Divine Realm, and never be separated.
At the entrance of the Papal Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo walked in at a leisurely pace.
He walked close to Bibi Dong and straightened his posture.
"Your Holiness the Pope, what are your orders in summoning me?"
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, this time calling upon you... I still wanted to ask you to make a trip to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. No, this time you should go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect instead, and sound out their attitude toward our Spirit Hall. The recent movements of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have been somewhat unusual."
Bibi Dong had subconsciously wanted Chrysanthemum Douluo to go to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to help her deliver some items to Yu Xiaogang.
Yet she suddenly remembered that there was official business to attend to, so she hurriedly stopped that topic and brought up the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Chrysanthemum Douluo blinked his eyes.
Without asking too much, he directly accepted the command issued by Bibi Dong.
"Understood, Your Holiness the Pope."
Not long after Chrysanthemum Douluo left, he turned back and returned.
"Your Holiness the Pope!"
Hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice, Bibi Dong frowned and sat up straight once more.
"What is it, Chrysanthemum Douluo?" Bibi Dong asked.
"Your Holiness the Pope, I just saw the dean of the Plant Academy-that old fellow-go to see the Great Enshrined."
Chrysanthemum Douluo possessed a sharp grasp of intelligence, and the very first moment he sensed something amiss, he specifically returned to inform Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong was unimpressed. "That old dean... long ago, back when I was still the saintess of Spirit Hall, I would always run into him over at the Great Enshrined's place."
"Calculate his age: having yet to break through to Titled Douluo, he should be nearing the end of his natural lifespan by now. This time should be his very last visit."
Speaking up to this point, Bibi Dong felt a twinge of melancholy. She thought of Yu Xiaogang; Yu Xiaogang was nearing fifty now, his youthful looks already gone. How much natural lifespan did he have left?
Would he still be able to hold on until she became a god?
A trace of desolation and sorrow flashed across the depths of Bibi Dong's eyes, though she quickly masked it away once more.
"This time is different from before. When that old fellow came this time, he also brought a golden-haired child."
Chrysanthemum Douluo said quickly.
"A child? I've never heard of him having any offspring." Bibi Dong frowned.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, leave this matter to you for now," Bibi Dong said.
"Investigate them, and then report the results back to me as soon as possible."
Chrysanthemum Douluo lightly bit his lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately accepted the task.
Watching Chrysanthemum Douluo depart, Bibi Dong made several attempts to rise from behind him, only to sit back down instead, unsure of what she was pondering.
Chrysanthemum Douluo returned to the Elder Hall, sat down upon a chair, and let out a long breath.
"Why is every single chore mine, Old Ghost?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled helplessly, his countenance exhausted yet tragic and beautiful. He touched his delicate, peel-a-ripe-grape-and-it-breaks skin and sighed, "This is aging my skin right out of exhaustion."
"Old Ghost, do you think what I'm doing is right?"
"Perhaps." Ghost Douluo lacked the heart to crush Chrysanthemum Douluo's spirits, so he could only speak with dry stiffness.
"These six years, I haven't even known how I managed to get through them. I've gone to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect I don't even know how many times-it feels like I spend more time there than I do residing in Spirit Hall.
His Holiness the Pope... what on earth is she thinking?
Could it be that she relies solely on me to win over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect? The things sent off to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect alone are too numerous to count.
There are even two soul bones among them, yet poor me, having worked loyally, faithfully, and conscientiously for His Holiness the Pope for so many years, don't even have the shadow of a soul bone to show for it."
Chrysanthemum Douluo abruptly turned his head, casting his gaze upon Ghost Douluo, his alluring eyes flashing with a light unlike days past.
"Otherwise, let's return to the Elder Hall for an extended rest."
"Rest until when?"
"Rest until Bibi Dong treats the two of us as normal subordinates rather than tools."
Within the Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu carefully inspected Jin Yang's martial soul and soul rings.
Jin Yang deliberately cooperated by expanding his soul rings slightly to make it convenient for Qian Daoliu to observe.
Standing at Qian Daoliu's side, the golden light-attribute soul power within Jin Yang's body grew somewhat joyful, the speed at which it circulated through his meridians quickening by a fraction.
Is this the strongest light-attribute soul master on the mainland? Jin Yang thought to himself, merely standing by his side allows one to sense the surrounding light elements growing even more active.
"Come, use your first soul skill on your dean."
Qian Daoliu shifted his gaze from the soul rings onto Jin Yang's face and spoke in a gentle tone.
Looking at the elegant and refined middle-aged man before him, Jin Yang obediently nodded.
Dean Lin Zhen released his soul rings-all eight of them.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black
Jin Yang channeled soul power into his soul rings, then executed his soul skill, acting upon Lin Zhen's first soul ring.
The yellow halo upon Lin Zhen's first soul ring grew discernibly thicker to the naked eye.
"The age of my first soul ring has actually increased by about six hundred years!" Lin Zhen said in astonishment. Even though he had long since known the effects of Jin Yang's soul skill, he still found it hard to conceal his shock at this moment.
With an increase in soul ring age, the effect of the soul skill naturally increased along with it.
Lin Zhen briefly tested his first soul skill, which he had not used in a very long time. The effect had indeed increased, but for figures of their level who had already reached Soul Douluo, such a minor enhancement was negligible.
To verify the subsequent effects, Lin Zhen continued to display his soul rings.
Right now, Jin Yang's proficiency with his first soul skill was very high, and coupled with the fact that his cultivation had already advanced to Soul Elder, the duration of his first soul ring skill naturally grew much longer as well.
An hour later, the effect of Jin Yang's soul skill gradually faded.
Qian Daoliu observed the changes in Lin Zhen's first soul ring, then made the final verdict. "The increased soul ring age has indeed been permanently fixed to a portion of it, though not very much."
Lin Zhen nodded as well. "Indeed so."
Lin Zhen looked toward Qian Daoliu. "Then will you take this child in, Senior?"
"You must take him in, Senior. It's simply that this child possesses extraordinary natural talent; if you don't take him in, it would truly be a waste.
I see that this child's physical aptitude is also exceptionally fine, with golden light pervading his body-he is clearly a child with a formidable physique.
Though he is a auxiliary-system soul master, there is no saying he lacks the strength to become a regional overlord one day."
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu nodded slightly in acknowledgment of Lin Zhen's words, bringing down his verdict with a single hammer strike.
"I can take Jin Yang in as my disciple."
Hearing this, Jin Yang's joy overflowed visibly.
"You child, why aren't you thanking the Great Enshrined right away?"
"Many thanks, Great Enshrined! Many thanks, Teacher, for taking me in as a disciple." Jin Yang cupped his fists in salute.
"Do not rejoice too early; I also have a prerequisite condition." Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his expression unchanged.
Jin Yang harbored a guess in his heart, the three characters "Qian Renxue" floating up within his mind.
Sure enough.
"That is to help my granddaughter, Qian Renxue, also elevate the age of some of her soul rings."
What Qian Daoliu wanted to say was identical to what Jin Yang had anticipated.
"Please rest assured, Teacher. Your granddaughter's matters are my matters."
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