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Xu Sheng's gaze flickered a few times, and he said indifferently, "Your Holiness, please speak."

He had thought that Bi Bidong would decisively refuse, and then he could fall back on a secondary plan...

But it seemed there might be a chance after all?

Bi Bidong suddenly stood up from her throne, outlining her tall figure, with only those sharp eyes that seemed to want to pierce through the soul of Xu Sheng's tender body, she said coldly, "My requirement is that no matter how long you plan to leave, you must participate in the national Continental Elite Competition a few years from now!"

Chrysanthemum Guan and Gui Mei below were both shocked, completely unable to guess what Bi Bidong was thinking...

Chrysanthemum Guan looked thoughtfully at Gui Mei and said, "An elite competition? Isn't that a long time from now?"

Gui Mei also shook his head and signaled with his eyes that he didn't know either.

If it was just about winning the elite competition later on, there was no need, for the geniuses cultivated by the Martial Soul Hall were entirely capable of winning it!

Xu Sheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief, raised a curve at the corner of his mouth, and said respectfully, "Disciple Xu Sheng greets the teacher!"

Seeing that she couldn't get any useful information from Xu Sheng's face, Bi Bidong sat back down on the throne...

Seriously full of face, she said, "Very well, Xu Sheng, from now on, you are my disciple, Bi Bidong. As of this moment, you are also the Saint Heir of the Martial Soul Hall!"

Chrysanthemum Guan, who had been patiently enduring, couldn't take it anymore. What Bi Bidong had said before, he could understand, but to establish Xu Sheng as the Saint Heir, just after he joined the Martial Soul Hall!

It was simply too perfunctory! And who knew if this young man had ulterior motives?

And so, he stepped forward under immense pressure, his face showing discomfort as he said, "Your Holiness, this might not be appropriate?"

This time, Gui Mei was much smarter, he shrunk back, praying in his heart for Chrysanthemum Guan, "Oh Chrysanthemum, it's not that Lao Gui doesn't stand by you, don't you understand this youngster's status in His Holiness's eyes?"

"To provoke this now—do you think you've lived long enough?"

Chrysanthemum Guan repeatedly contradicted her, and Bi Bidong's face gradually became displeased, "What is inappropriate?"

Chrysanthemum Guan shivered all over, but since it was already said, he could only continue forcefully, hoping Bi Bidong would change her mind.

He bent down, explaining, "This youngster...no, Xu Sheng has just joined the Martial Soul Hall, and to establish him as Saint Heir might not sit well with the other young members of the Martial Soul Hall who aren't in the know!"

Xu Sheng, watching from the side with a cold eye, saw him frantically calling upon him, and propped up his chin, contemplating, "Why doesn't little Chrysanthemum understand anything? Should I find an opportunity to get rid of him?"

His First Martial Spirit had no soul rings, and even if he acquired soul rings, given Chrysanthemum Guan's rich combat experience, he feared he might truly not be able to match him?

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably rising slightly...

I might not kill you, but can I wear you out? Today, let's have you be a free fighter!

Bi Bidong narrowed her eyes and slowly picked up the Purple Crystal Scepter, then slammed it onto the ground. From her elegant form, nine soul rings filled with deterrence slowly rose...

Yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and when the crimson hundred-thousand-year soul ring rose...

The whole Martial Soul Hall was engulfed in fierce winds, as if everything was under Bi Bidong's control!

Only then did she say with cold eyes and domineering aura, "I, Bi Bidong, am the Pope of the Martial Soul Hall! Who dares to challenge me?"

This domineering side of her made Chrysanthemum Guan and Gui Mei not dare to meet her gaze directly!

Except for Xu Sheng, whose eyes were glowing with admiration as he continuously praised in his heart, "Cool! At this moment, he only wanted to say, to hell with Shrek, Xingluo, Tiandou Empire—all of you can drop dead!"

That was the unique charm of Bi Bidong herself! Calm as a skiff in still water, and in anger, daring to make mountains crumble and rivers cease to flow!

Chrysanthemum Guan and Gui Mei felt a sense of foreboding and bowed their heads in apology, "Your Holiness, we did not mean to defy your will, please forgive us!"

"Just now was my bluntness, please forgive me, Your Holiness!"

Bi Bidong's icy face showed no sign of softening as she spat out a single word, "Leave!"

Chrysanthemum Guan and Gui Mei waited with heavy hearts for Bi Bidong's answer. Upon hearing it, their suspended hearts finally fell, and after a slight bow, they quickly left the place…

If Bi Bidong were angry, given her resolute and ruthless nature, slaughtering them wouldn't provoke anyone to utter a word!

In the future, he and Elder Ju would have to be more cautious, lest they truly bring disaster upon themselves...

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"Your Martial Soul must be extremely sinister, so it should have a certain defect, right?" Bi Bidong said lightly, after seeing Chrysanthemum Guan and Gui Mei leave, with her back to Xu Sheng.

A chill ran down Xu Sheng's spine. How could Bi Bidong know about this?

He nodded and replied, "Yes, Teacher, my Martial Soul, the Nine-Hearted Begonia, needs frequent nourishment from blood and soul, otherwise, it will gradually wither away!"

Xu Sheng spoke the truth; although his Martial Soul was powerful, it required regular nourishment from blood and soul within a certain time frame, or it would wither away until it disappeared...

He felt his Martial Soul was probably the first on the Continent with such a limitation, right? A Martial Soul that could wither away even after awakening...

Bi Bidong suddenly turned around and stared at Xu Sheng, murmuring, "Blood? Soul nourishment?"

This condition was far more harsh than she had imagined...

She frowned slightly, then her expression relaxed as she said indifferently, "In a moment, have Elder Ju and Elder Gui accompany you to the Aquipeia Forest to hunt a soul beast, and nourish your Martial Soul with its blood and soul on the way."

Xu Sheng feigned gratitude, "Thank you, Teacher!"

Internally gleeful, he thought, "Looks like my plan worked. Little Chrysanthemum, just you wait, I'll exhaust you into a wilted flower!"

Should he send them to fight the Titan Ape or the Azure Oxpython?

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Bi Bidong, looking at Xu Sheng's dazed expression, shook her head gently and whispered, "There's no need for that. Since you are my disciple, treat these three soul bones as a gift for our meeting."

With a wave of the Purple Crystal Scepter in Bi Bidong's hand, colorful light appeared where she gestured, and three soul bones manifested out of thin air...

Guided by Bi Bidong's Soul Power, they took flight and hovered in front of Xu Sheng...

These three soul bones had been obtained by the previous Pope, Qian Xun Ji, after hunting soul beasts...

After being killed by Bi Bidong, they naturally fell into her hands…

Xu Sheng stared at the soul bones in front of him, his mind utterly blank...

"Holy sh*t?? Starting off with a beautiful teacher and even getting three soul bones as a bonus?? So why do those other transmigrators have to oppose the Martial Soul Hall? Isn't this wonderful?"

Seeing Xu Sheng's stunned look, the corners of Bi Bidong's mouth seemed to curl into a smile before vanishing instantly...

Bi Bidong slowly closed her eyes, her grip on the Purple Crystal Scepter tightening, "Take them. Absorbing nine soul rings at once requires soul bones to support and alleviate the pressure the powerful rings put on your delicate body; otherwise, you won't survive two years!"

Xu Sheng tucked away the soul bones, then furrowed his brow, a chilling sensation creeping through him, "Won't survive two years?"

This was indeed news to him. He imagined that without joining the Martial Soul Hall and without the soul bones from Bi Bidong, can hiss...