An Yi: Your Holiness, Didn't Sleep Well Last Night? Qian Xunji: How Dare You Bring That Up!

Qian Renxue's affairs were set aside for the time being.

An Yi returned to his room, closed the door, and sank his consciousness into his mind.

There, an enormous library stood in silence.

The Level 10 Soul Guidance Grand Library.

It contained not only a vast number of Soul Tool blueprints, but also the properties of various rare metals, the construction of Soul Guidance Arrays, and the knowledge Kong Deming had accumulated over a lifetime of studying Soul Tools.

But after exploring it for some time, An Yi had gradually discovered something interesting.

The library did not seem to be unchanging.

At first, he had thought the knowledge inside was fixed, consisting of nothing more than what Kong Deming had once known.

As long as he studied it bit by bit, he would eventually master all the knowledge it contained.

But while he was teaching Qian Renxue to make a Soul Tool, something unexpected happened.

At the time, he had only wanted to introduce Qian Renxue to Soul Tools.

After all, the girl was still young. Though she was talented, it was a little dull for her to do nothing but cultivate all day.

Since she was interested in those little gadgets, An Yi decided to teach her to make the most basic Level 1 Soul Tool.

He had only meant to give it a try, but as he taught her, a book suddenly flew out of the library.

The book had not been part of the library's original collection. It had appeared on a shelf out of thin air, then opened by itself.

It recorded precisely what he was teaching Qian Renxue.

It contained not only the steps for making the Soul Tool, but also teaching suggestions tailored to Qian Renxue's current abilities. It even pointed out areas for improvement based on her performance during the process.

At first, An Yi had thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

But after he adjusted his teaching methods according to the book's suggestions and helped Qian Renxue successfully make the Soul Tool, the book changed again.

The original contents were expanded and refined, and suggestions for improvements and directions for upgrades even appeared afterward.

The Level 3 Small Soul Cannon he and Qian Renxue later made was recorded in it as well.

Only then did An Yi finally realize what was going on.

The library could actually evolve on its own!

If his guess was correct, then the knowledge in the library was very likely not limited to what Kong Deming had known in the past.

It could deduce new knowledge based on events in the real world and present it in a way suited to him.

As for the conditions that triggered it, he could not yet be entirely certain.

But judging from what had happened with Qian Renxue, they were probably related to his teaching.

When he taught Qian Renxue to make a Soul Tool, the library had provided guidance suited to her circumstances.

Moreover, the guidance had not appeared out of thin air. It had been built on Qian Renxue's abilities and the knowledge he had actually taught her.

In other words, it seemed to provide the most suitable solution based on the specific circumstances.

Qian Renxue was currently only a Soul Elder. When he taught a Soul Elder, the library could provide guidance for a Level 3 Soul Tool.

So what if he taught a Soul Douluo, or even a Titled Douluo?

Or... what if the person he taught was a god?

Could the library continue its deductions and even provide a method for making a God-Level Soul Tool?

Of course, all of this was still conjecture. Just how far the library could take its deductions remained to be tested further.

There was another question: if he simply wanted to solve a technical problem, would the library provide corresponding guidance?

If it really could...

Wouldn't it be a nearly omniscient library?

An Yi stopped pondering it. Some things could not be settled by guesswork alone. Now that he had a direction, he could take his time testing it.

For now, he had something more important to do.

Making Soul Tools required large quantities of rare metals and ores, and some materials could not be bought even with money. Looking for them himself would be far too much of a waste of time.

By comparison, Spirit Hall's advantages were much more apparent.

As one of the largest powers on the continent, Spirit Hall had branch halls, connections, and resources everywhere. Gathering these things would certainly be much easier for it than for him to run around on his own.

That was also one of the important reasons he had returned with Qian Daoliu.

With that thought, An Yi stood up and stretched.

As for whom to ask to handle it...

Qian Xunji, of course.

Besides, last night's events had surely left a deep impression on His Holiness the Pope.

Thinking of how Qian Xunji might react, An Yi's lips curved slightly upward.

As it happened, he also wanted to see just how much His Holiness the Pope could endure.

The Pope's Palace.

An Yi encountered no obstruction on his way there.

Ever since he had returned to Spirit Hall with Qian Daoliu, word of his identity had spread through the Elder Hall.

Although he was only Qian Renxue's teacher on the surface, how could someone Qian Daoliu had personally brought back be ordinary?

Thus, all along the way, guards and attendants alike treated An Yi with the utmost courtesy, not daring to slight him in the least.

Before long, he arrived outside the administrative hall.

At that moment, Qian Xunji was sitting behind a large desk, his face dark.

Reports were piled on the desk, but he had no desire even to look through them.

Whenever he closed his eyes, the scene from last night appeared in his mind.

An Yi was holding Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong was nestled in An Yi's arms, her usual coldness gone, looking fragile and quiet.

What Qian Xunji found even harder to accept was that Qian Renxue had also been curled up in An Yi's arms, holding Bibi Dong as she slept.

A family of three...

No, to be precise, he, her biological father, had been completely excluded, while another man had brazenly occupied the place that should have been his!

The more Qian Xunji thought about it, the angrier he became.

Especially when he later realized that An Yi had long since noticed him and his father watching.

That fellow had even waved them away with his eyes closed!

What was that supposed to mean?

Humiliation! Naked humiliation!

An Yi had done it on purpose!

He must have known Qian Xunji was hiding in the dark, so he had deliberately acted that way to provoke him.

Even knowing all this, Qian Xunji could only swallow it.

Just then, someone pushed open the hall doors, and Yue Guan walked in.

"Your Holiness."

Without looking up, Qian Xunji asked impatiently, "What is it?"

Yue Guan glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, then said, "An Yi is here."

Qian Xunji froze.

"Who?"

"An Yi. He said he needs your help with something."

Qian Xunji's expression grew even uglier.

He came looking for him at a time like this? And he wanted his help?

What on earth was that brat trying to do?

He took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

"Fine. Let's see what he wants!"

In a side hall.

An Yi held a teacup, leisurely sipping his tea.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw Qian Xunji enter with a dark expression. A smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Your Holiness, you're here?"

Qian Xunji snorted coldly. "What do you want with me?"

An Yi did not rush to answer. Instead, he studied him closely for a moment, then said with a smile:

"Your Holiness, judging by your appearance, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Qian Xunji's face instantly darkened. "That's none of your concern!"

"That's a real shame." An Yi shook his head, as though he truly felt sorry for him.

"I thought Your Holiness was so occupied with affairs of state that you were already used to staying up late."

Qian Xunji: "..."

He clenched his fists, itching to punch An Yi right then and there.

That brat was definitely provoking him on purpose!