Douluo Continent's childhood sweetheart, Qian Renxue, starts with soul rings transforming into

After Lin Feng presented his latest findings.

Qian Daoliu gave Lin Feng a deep look, and then said, "I can allow you to go to Tiandou together, but once Xiaoxue officially begins her mission, Xiaofeng will have to come back."

You can meet again once things stabilize over there; it shouldn't be too long.

Regarding Xiao Feng's theoretical research, I hope that after returning from the Heavenly Battle Realm and reaching the Soul Venerable level, I can officially release the results of the First Path to the public, and the name only needs to be attributed to you.

Lin Feng and the other two were all taken aback, and Ling Yuan even asked directly.

"Great Elder, is it really a good idea to expose Lin Feng so early? With Xiao Feng's current aptitude and the amplification from his subsequent cultivation techniques, he will probably reach the Soul Venerable level before the age of 12."

To bear a great reputation before one has even become strong is ultimately somewhat...

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly:

"Some people can't even break through to the Soul Venerable level. They have all the skills but no substance, yet they can be called masters."

Why not Xiao Feng as well? Besides, Xiao Feng is backed by our Spirit Hall. Who would dare to lay a hand on him? Moreover, this technique can benefit countless Soul Masters.

Lower and middle-level Soul Masters would only offer fervent support; even those less-than-ideal individuals within sects, given the example of the Clear Sky Sect, wouldn't dare to step forward.

Qian Renxue won't stay in Tian Dou for long; she'll soon return to the Spirit Hall.

Chapter 11 An Encounter with Bibi Dong

"I see, it was Lingyuan who didn't think it through."

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Feng seemed to be deep in thought. Why didn't he publish the theory earlier or later, but instead waited until he broke through to the Soul Venerable realm to release it?

Lin Feng wouldn't believe it if he didn't want to embarrass Yu Xiaogang.

Qian Renxue was somewhat puzzled:

"Grandpa, what master? I've never heard of him."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand.

"He's just a clown, Xiaoxue, don't worry about him."

"Now that we've discussed the matter, you may all leave. Xiaoxue, come with me, I have something to give you."

Qian Renxue gave Qian Daoliu an apologetic look and followed him deeper into the main hall.

Lin Feng and Ling Yuan then returned to their residence.

Upon arriving at the depths of the Douluo Palace, Qian Renxue noticed that Qian Daoliu's expression had become unusually solemn.

"Xiaoxue, do you know what the Spirit Hall's fundamental reliance is that allows it to stand tall on the continent?"

"The largest Soul Master force?"

Qian Daoliu shook his head:

"It's our martial spirit; what you're saying is the result."

Our Spirit Hall was founded by our ancestor, the Angel God, who cut off all darkness and disease on the continent and ascended to godhood.

Therefore, the Spirit Hall became the dreamland of all spirit masters, and the Douluo Hall, the highest hall in the spirit master world, stood here.

Our Qian family, as inheritors of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, bears the responsibility of protecting the continent.

The six inherited soul bones bestowed by our ancestors are one of the reasons why our Qian family's strength is unparalleled in the world.

At this point, Qian Daoliu unleashed a golden burst of soul power towards the angel statue.

The statue that resembled Qian Renxue suddenly shone with a brilliant golden light.

A glimmer of light appeared between her brows, gradually spreading and descending upon Qian Renxue.

Although this soul bone did not have surging soul power fluctuations, the sacred soul power made Qian Renxue feel her whole body cheering with joy.

Almost subconsciously, the thought arose in her mind that "this thing should have belonged to me."

This is one of the components of the Angel's Armor.

"Xiaoxue, it's yours now. Absorb it here; it will play a huge role in your future missions."

Qian Renxue nodded, her gaze never leaving the soul bone. For some reason, she felt a strange sense of familiarity with the soul bone before her.

"Okay, Grandpa."

The fusion process of this soul bone went surprisingly smoothly.

The 99,999-year-old soul bone named Yunhuan brings the skill of Angelic Light Wave.

Combined with the mask given to her by Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue can disguise her appearance and aura, and even her martial spirit.

Although this soul bone, after years of sedimentation, only brought her a one-level increase in soul power, Qian Renxue, at the age of nine, already had a soul power level of 36.

If one chooses to cultivate in the Spirit Hall, and reaches the Soul Saint level in their twenties before starting the Divine Trial, they could probably become a god within three to five years.

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"Xiao Feng, I'm going out for a bit. I probably won't be back before tonight."

Ling Yuan spoke slowly, but had already disappeared without a trace.

Lin Feng nodded slightly. Perfect timing, he also needed to go to the Scripture Pavilion.

It was almost noon, and the already sparsely populated library was now even less crowded.

(Hmm? When did the guards at the library change?)

Lin Feng took out the token that he hadn't touched for a long time, greeted it, and stepped inside.

Not right.

Lin Feng didn't see the surprise that should have been in their eyes. Had the guards given them a heads-up? Or was there some other reason?

Upon opening the door to the familiar private room, a fragrant breeze wafted in.

The window was gently opened, and a gentle breeze made the room feel fresh and pleasant.

On the table that should have been empty, a stunningly beautiful woman sat, her gaze fixed intently on the book in her hands, seemingly lost in thought.

She was tall and slender, wearing a light purple gauze dress, her hair styled in an updo.

Her skin was as white as snow, a truly perfect face, and her graceful figure could not be concealed by her clothes.

The aura he unintentionally exudes is noble and dignified.

Lin Feng stopped, his eyes flashing with amazement for a long time, his mood seemingly healed by the scene before him in that instant.

He quickly realized that the person in front of him was Bibi Dong.

Although Bibi Dong should be around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old now, Lin Feng thought she was only seventeen or eighteen.

Time has been kind to her, but it has left no trace on her.

"Have you seen enough?"

Bibi Dong's lips curled slightly, her tone gentle. For some reason, she felt a sense of pride that she could elicit such an expression from this young man who might be valued by Qian Renxue.

Lin Feng remained silent and walked silently towards Bibi Dong.

"May I ask who you are, and what brings you here?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly:

"You really don't know?"

Lin Feng shook his head again. How could he possibly hand over the power of speech to you willingly?

"I really don't know."

Bibi Dong put down the book in her hand and looked at Lin Feng with great interest.

"I am the new Pope. How can you, a member of the Spirit Hall, not recognize me?"

"Your Holiness, I have met you. I am focused on studying martial spirit theory and do not care about outside affairs. Please forgive me, Your Holiness."

"Oh?"

Seeing that Lin Feng's eyes were clear and he didn't seem to be lying, Bibi Dong's curiosity grew even stronger.

The person before me had a similar start, but had already resolved his own hidden dangers and created a completely new theory.

What shocked Bibi Dong even more was that he was only nine years old, and it had only taken him three years to start researching his own martial spirit and creating his own cultivation technique.

Even though Bibi Dong resisted this fact, she had to admit that Lin Feng's comprehension and talent far surpassed that person's.

Three years ago, at the Martial Soul Awakening Plaza, I was somewhat surprised by Lin Feng's composure, but I didn't take it to heart.

Now, when attention is focused on Lin Feng again, his achievements are already enough to cause an earthquake in the world of Soul Masters.

Bibi Dong looked into the eyes of the handsome young man before her. The two sat on opposite sides of the table, a gentle breeze blowing.

In a daze, Bibi Dong felt as if she had returned to the past. A hint of nostalgia flashed in her eyes, but soon, her aura changed and returned to its cold and aloof state.

"You resemble someone very much."

"Who?"