Qian Xunji Saw Through It All

The three people inside the hall each harbored their own thoughts, yet maintained a facade of peace.

Qian Xunji took a sip of tea and tossed out the topic. "I've heard that the Grandwet has unique insights into simulated environments and the limits of Martial Soul. Let's hear what he has to say."

Yu Xiaogang, full of energy, launched into a long and eloquent discourse, drawing upon his memories of his past life.

"In my opinion, the key to Martial Soul cultivation lies in the compatibility between the Soul Ring and the Soul Bone. As long as you find the right attribute, even if your Innate Soul Power is insufficient, you can still break through the bottleneck and catch up."

When asked about his proudest achievements, he made a high-profile declaration.

"These theories are all included in the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, Volume Two. By the way, I'd like to report to His Holiness the Pope that the first volume has long been completed and is ready to be released to the entire continent on an auspicious day."

Qian Xunji's fingers, which were swirling the teacup, paused almost imperceptibly.

In his previous life Yu Xiaogang relied on Bibi Dong's help to borrow many classic texts, including access to the Spirit Hall's high-level library. Ultimately, he summarized this theory by copying and piecing it together.

But in this life, he suddenly produced this theory out of nowhere?

He quickly realized that not only Bibi Dong been reborn, but the level 29 short-haired man in front of him also had memories of his past life.

All of this makes sense now. No wonder Yu Xiaogang arrived at the Spirit Hall ahead of time in this life, and no wonder Bibi Dong always deliberately kept her distance from Yu Xiaogang.

A hint of amusement flashed across Qian Xunji's eyes, and he clapped his hands in admiration.

"Two volumes in a row, the Grandwet is truly quick-witted."

Overwhelmed with pride after receiving praise from the current Pope, Yu Xiaogang threw out the slogan he was most proud of in his life.

"That's natural. My core belief is only one sentence: There are no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master."

Qian Xunji asked curiously:

"According to the Grandwet's profound theory, the Grandwet's Martial Soul is quite well-known among the major forces. Since your Martial Soul is not Lung Mist, and you are still stuck at level 29, doesn't that mean... you are Lung Mist?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's face turned a deep shade of liver. "You!"

Seeing his own Brother Xiaogang embarrassingly, Bibi Dong couldn't help but defend him.

"Teacher! How can you use this to refute the Grandwet's theory? The Grandwet is due to a malignant mutation of his Martial Soul; how can he be compared to other Soul Master?"

Qian Xunji's smile faded, and his gaze fell Youyou on Bibi Dong's face.

"Dong'er, I always teach you to be rigorous in your studies, yet today you dared to contradict me for the sake of an outsider. You... could it be that you've taken a liking to him?"

This rhetorical question plunged Bibi Dong into an icy abyss, and the nightmare of the secret room from her past life swept over her once again.

We absolutely cannot admit it!

She knew Qian Xunji's methods all too well; if he slipped up even slightly, he would surely be implicated again in the secret chamber.

She must not be exposed until she has the means to elope.

Otherwise, even if she eloped with Brother Xiaogang now, she would still be destined to be arrested, and even the protection of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would be of no use.

In her previous life, she was also Pope, and she knew how terrifying the Spirit Hall's foundation was. Destroying the Upper Three Sects would be a piece of cake, not to mention that there was also a level 99 Qian Daoliu behind it.

Fortunately, Qian Daoliu had long since retired and lived a life of seclusion, no longer concerning himself with worldly affairs— Bibi Dong had no idea that Qian Daoliu had long been sacrificed to the heavens by the filial son before her.

Bibi Dong forcefully suppressed the panic in her heart, bowed her head, and said solemnly:

"Teacher, you flatter me. I am solely focused on cultivating my Martial Soul, seeking only to become Titled Douluo as soon as possible. I have no selfish desires whatsoever. I was merely impatient just now, fearing that outsiders would say the Spirit Hall cannot tolerate those who seek truth. My words were inappropriate, and I beg your punishment, Teacher."

Seeing Bibi Dong's desperate attempt to distance herself from the situation, Qian Xunji smiled knowingly.

"Since you think this way, it saves me a lot of trouble. Since the Grandwet has such wisdom, why don't you ask him about your cultivation difficulties in person and see what Grandwet he has?"

Bibi Dong was put on the spot, knowing that she couldn't fool anyone with ordinary questions. Under Qian Xunji gaze, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and throw out some difficult cultivation problems.

Yu Xiaogang, sitting opposite him, immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

In his previous life, he advanced to the rank of title entirely thanks to Tang San's divine blood. He only needed to mindlessly meditate and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He had never understood the issues of cultivation. These questions were like heavenly books to him.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Yu Xiaogang's forehead, and he stammered incoherently for a long time.

"I am suddenly experiencing a splitting headache, chest tightness, and shortness of breath. I fear it may be a recurrence of a chronic illness. I will answer your questions in detail another day after I have recovered. I must take my leave now."

Fearing that his underwear would be stripped off if he sat any longer, Yu Xiaogang pretended to cover his chest and fled in panic under Bibi Dong's gaze.

Bibi Dong was anxious, and her feet instinctively reached out to catch up.

But just as she made a move...

stare--

Qian Xunji's scrutinizing gaze had already fallen on her.

Bibi Dong froze, forcibly suppressing the urge to chase after them, and remained seated, not daring to move an inch.

The door slammed shut, and the room finally became quiet.

Qian Xunji leaned back in his chair, took a sip of the still-warm tea, and sneered inwardly.

He had no doubt whatsoever that Bibi Dong was a reincarnated being! The same was true for Yu Xiaogang.

But he no longer intends to follow the same path as in his previous life.

Now, as the successor of the Rakshasa God, he plots to ascend to godhood and ensure the eternal prosperity of the Spirit Hall.

He originally planned to eliminate Yu Xiaogang directly. At the same time, he also knew that Bibi Dong, who possessed memories of her past life, probably could not be absolutely loyal to the Spirit Hall. So he simply squeezed out her last bit of value and disposed of her as well.

But just as he was about to kill, a voice transmission suddenly came, instantly suppressing all his thoughts.

Since it was that person's request, he had no choice but to keep the two of them for the time being.

Gu Yue sensed Qian Xunji's murderous intent towards Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong through the Qian Xunji, so naturally she wouldn't let him make a move.

These two are the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix of the Douluo Continent; keeping them alive is a blessing for humanity.

Bibi Dong returned to her bedchamber, sat in front of her dressing table, and her mind was in complete turmoil.

Although Qian Xunji's scrutinizing gaze during the day still sent a chill down her spine, what pained her even more was that her Brother Xiaogang had been wronged.

"Xiao Gang spent his entire life studying theory in his past life, and his mind is filled with countless pieces of knowledge. It's perfectly normal that he couldn't answer because he didn't have time to organize them all at once."

Bibi Dong mentally tried to find reasons for Yu Xiaogang.

Qian Xunji, that hypocritical newcomer, was clearly taking advantage of his status as the Pope to deliberately make things difficult for Brother Xiaogang in public.

However, once she calmed down, she began to have some doubts.

In this life, she hadn't even gone to get the theoretical data for Yu Xiaogang yet, so how could he be moving so fast, almost having finished the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, Volume Two?

Meanwhile, in Yu Xiaogang's room, the candlelight flickered.

Yu Xiaogang paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, his belly full of Evil Fire.

What puzzled him most was Bibi Dong. In his previous life, this woman was easily coaxed by him with just a few words, and soon she became devoted to him.

But in this second life, even though he was putting on a melancholic act, why did Bibi Dong suddenly adopt the arrogant airs of a saintess and refuse to come knocking on his door to fawn over him?

What's worse, that despicable Qian Xunji couldn't stand his talent and deliberately picked a fight to humiliate him.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Yu Xiaogang slammed his hand on the table.

"Damn you, Qian Xunji, you just wait!"

He gritted his teeth and silently swore, "I, Yu Xiaogang, swear that in this lifetime I will destroy the Spirit Hall at all costs!"

No sooner had he finished making those harsh remarks than the dull, armored footsteps of patrolling knights echoed outside the window.

Yu Xiaogang shrank back sharply, his earlier fierceness vanishing instantly. He quickly and quietly closed the window tightly.