While some were overjoyed, others were grief-stricken.
Qian Daoliu was laughing so hard he couldn’t close his mouth, but Bibi Dong’s mood inside the Supreme Pontiff’s Palace was far from pleasant.
…
“You’re saying that a genius with innate full soul power and a genius with Level 8 innate soul power… were both abducted by the Second Worship!” Inside the Supreme Pontiff’s Palace, Bibi Dong sat high on her throne, wearing a black robe with golden patterns, a nine-curved purple-gold crown on her head, and holding a scepter about two meters long inlaid with countless gems.
“Yes, Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff.
I originally wanted to stop him, but…” The cardinal tried to explain in a calm tone but was interrupted by Bibi Dong’s cold laugh.
“I understand.
You may leave.” The cardinal breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
He respectfully bowed and then carefully left the Supreme Pontiff’s Palace.
Only Bibi Dong remained in the Supreme Pontiff’s Palace.
Her expression was initially calm, but gradually turned icy.
“Golden Crocodile…!
Since you’ve chosen to be the Qian family’s dog, then be prepared.” Bibi Dong whispered softly: As long as those two little ghosts dared to go to Spirit Hall Academy, Nana and the others had hundreds of ways to deal with them.
…
Bai Ranmo had no plans to go to Spirit Hall Academy for the time being.
He still needed to absorb his first soul ring.
Of course, he didn’t need to go out and search for his first soul ring himself.
After Qian Daoliu assessed his physical condition, he arranged for people to go to the Soul Hunting Forest to capture a soul beast with gravity-type soul skills, preferably around five hundred years old.
He estimated that this was the limit of the soul ring Bai Ranmo could absorb.
… Meanwhile, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect — Sword Douluo Chen Xin walked with light steps, his back straight as a sword, and strode into the meeting hall.
Following behind him was a six-year-old child wearing white clothes.
His short brown hair was somewhat messy, and he had a blade of grass in his mouth, looking very lazy.
“Old Sword, why are you so slow?” Inside the meeting hall, a tall, bald man in black armor spoke with dissatisfaction in his tone.
This man was one of the two guardians of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, titled Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
“Hmph, Old Bone, it’s not like I was deliberately late.
Who told my disciple to be so worrisome?
Sigh, I taught him the entire Seven Kill Sword technique, and it took him three full sets to learn it.
Then it took another three full sets to master it.
Sigh…” Sword Douluo turned to look at his disciple behind him and spoke in a stern teacher’s tone: “Li Bai, although you possess innate full soul power and your sword talent surpasses your master’s, and you even unexpectedly obtained an external soul bone when absorbing your first soul ring, you still must not become arrogant!” The corner of Li Bai’s mouth twitched, but he maintained a respectful expression on his face and slightly cupped his hands.
“This disciple understands.” Just these words made Bone Douluo feel vaguely uneasy.
[Detected intense emotional fluctuation from Gu Rong.
Emotion Points +200] Sigh, as expected of an old man.
Just a few words and he flew into a rage.
Bone Douluo was truly angry.
This Old Sword — he had fought with this Old Sword for almost his entire life.
Their victories and defeats alternated, and mutual mockery had long become routine.
But this guy… This old fellow had taken in a disciple with extraordinary talent.
Every day, he would “accidentally” walk near his courtyard and then “accidentally” loudly boast about how disappointing his disciple was, spending all day foolishly pondering sword techniques instead of properly learning the sword from him.
Because one could awaken their Spirit at the age of six, every sect and faction had their own awakening date.
Li Bai’s awakening time was faster than Bai Ranmo’s side.
During the awakening ceremony, Li Bai awakened a sword Spirit called the Green Lotus Sword and possessed innate full soul power.
After testing Li Bai’s character, Chen Xin took him as his disciple.
When this child absorbed his first soul ring, he unexpectedly obtained an external soul bone in his palm.
Moreover, his sword talent was extremely high.
Not only had he mastered the Seven Kill Sword technique, but he had even begun creating his own Green Lotus Sword technique.
Thinking of this, Bone Douluo gritted his teeth in anger and glared furiously at the boy around ten years old standing behind him.
“You are both disciples of Douluo.
Why can’t you compare to Li Bai?” Bone Douluo’s disciple Long Wushuang said with a gloomy face, “Master, you weren’t like this when you first took me as your disciple!” “Hehe, Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, the two of you, stop acting like children.” On the main seat in the hall, a middle-aged man with a jade-like face and elegant bearing, wearing a snow-white long robe and looking around forty years old, smiled slightly.
“Next, we need to discuss the future development of Rongrong, Bai, and Wushuang, as well as the matter of Thunder Douluo visiting our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect next month.” This person was the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi.
The petite girl sitting beside Ning Fengzhi giggled.
She jumped down from her chair and pounced toward Sword Douluo.
“Grandpa Sword~” “Hey, my good Rongrong!” Sword Douluo smiled and hugged Ning Rongrong.
Although he didn’t know how to raise children, that didn’t stop him from being a good grandfather.
“Brother Bai!” Ning Rongrong gave Li Bai a sweet and cute smile and waved her hand.
“Brother Bai, can you write another poem for me?” Hearing this, Li Bai became interested and chuckled lightly: “Eyebrows like bright moons, smile like a spring city.” Ning Rongrong was a bit embarrassed by the praise: “Wow, what a beautiful poem~ Brother Bai really knows how to tease me.
I’m not that pretty!” “Who says so?
Everything Brother Bai says is the truth.
Our Rongrong is the cutest!” Sword Douluo smiled and placed Ning Rongrong in his arms.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo and, Bone Douluo showed the intimate relationship between Ning Rongrong and Li Bai from different perspectives.
Ning Fengzhi watched helplessly as his daughter’s cabbage was being dug up by a pig, but he was powerless to do anything about it.
Sword Douluo looked expectant.
If Rongrong could marry his disciple, what a wonderful marriage that would be!
Bone Douluo’s style was a bit different.
He seemed to be surrounded by a black aura.
Although he actually quite liked this kid named Li Bai, every time he saw Sword Douluo, he would remember the scene of his own disciple being suppressed step by step by Sword Douluo’s disciple.
One could imagine his mood at the time.
Now, looking at this child named Li Bai, he simply couldn’t stand his existence.
“This brat isn’t worthy of Rongrong?” Bone Douluo muttered to himself.
Li Bai played with Ning Rongrong for a while, then quietly stood behind the elders and listened to their arrangements for his future.
“Before, Xue Qinghe discussed with me about letting Rongrong and the others enroll in Heaven Dou Imperial Academy.
Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, what do you think…” Ning Fengzhi looked toward the two Titled Douluo protectors.
“There’s no need to stay at Heaven Dou Imperial Academy.
Fengzhi, you don’t need to give the Crown Prince so much face either.
Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is enough for the three of them to study.” Sword Douluo’s answer was very clear.
Bone Douluo kept shaking his head.
Long Wushuang’s talent was originally inferior to Li Bai’s.
If he didn’t personally guide him, wouldn’t the gap between the two only grow larger?