In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 6 The Blonde Girl in the Library

In the blink of an eye, another six months have passed.

In the past six months, Wang Zhao's soul power has reached level 5. A three-level increase in six months seems ridiculously fast to ordinary people, but in reality, this is the result of Bibi Dong's resource investment and the fact that soul masters generally progress faster before level 10.

If it were someone with higher innate soul power, like Huo Qubing in later generations, with such abundant resources, they wouldn't have suffered from malnutrition from childhood, preventing them from acquiring their first soul ring until the age of 11.

Of course, for a Soul Master like Wang Zhao, who has innate half-level Soul Power, such an improvement is already very rare. There have only been two such cases in this era.

The last time a good-for-nothing received such a large investment of resources was Yu Xiaogang, the young sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.

As the sun sets in the west, the golden afterglow spills into the courtyard.

Bibi Dong sat on a stone stool, propped her chin up with her arm on the stone table, and watched with great interest as Die and Wang Zhao were sparring not far away.

Neither of them used their soul power, relying solely on close-quarters combat to attack. Their punches, elbows, kicks, and knees were all incredibly sharp. These were fighting techniques that Bibi Dong had taught Wang Zhao in her spare time over the past six months.

Under the guidance of this "God of Slaughter," Wang Zhao has made rapid progress. Apart from not having actually experienced many real battles yet, his fierce stance already shows some real skill.

Before long, Wang Zhao was subdued by Die.

After all, there is a gap between the two in terms of physique and combat experience, so it is already remarkable that Wang Zhao was able to exchange a few moves with Die.

Wang Zhao then sat down on a stone bench next to Bibi Dong to rest, while Die casually stepped into a shadow and hid away.

"Sister Dong'er, how is it?"

Wang Zhao looked at Bibi Dong with an innocent smile, appearing quite boastful.

"It's barely passable."

Bibi Dong glanced at Wang Zhao and then tossed him a book.

"This is……"

Wang Zhao opened the booklet, and his eyes lit up the next moment.

Seeing his appearance, Bibi Dong shook her head and asked curiously:

"Didn't you ask me last time if I knew any rare and exotic plants? This is something I got from a senior in the Spirit Hall, I think it's called the Immortal Herb Catalog. I've looked at the contents, and according to that senior, these so-called immortal herbs are ethereal and almost legendary. I don't know what use you have for this kind of thing."

"Keep it as a memento. After all, if these medicinal herbs recorded in the book really have such effects, they would definitely be considered peerless treasures."

Wang Zhao chuckled and gave a vague comparison to Bi Dong.

"I advise you not to spend too much time on this. After all, if divine herbs, which can change one's fate, really existed, the number one dream of soul masters on the continent would not be a 100,000-year soul ring."

Bibi Dong still didn't seem to care much.

After all, even a transcendent power like the Spirit Hall, which has existed for thousands of years, was unaware of something, so she could hardly imagine that it actually existed.

Wang Zhao did not say much about this.

He glanced at the sky, ran into his room to change into his library uniform, greeted Bibi Dong, and then went out again.

Bibi Dong knew that Wang Zhao was going to work at the library, or rather, to read books, but she still rested her chin on her hand and quietly watched him leave, her beautiful eyes darting around, lost in thought.

……

Upon arriving at the library of the Martial Soul Academy, Wang Zhao greeted the old man sitting on the recliner at the entrance with practiced ease, and then went inside to organize the books piled up on the front desk.

After spending about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to finish all the chores, Wang Zhao picked up a book, found a quiet corner to sit down, and began to read it carefully.

The library was quite quiet in the evening, with many people having dinner. This was a good environment for Wang Zhao, as no one would come over to disturb the six-and-a-half-year-old child out of curiosity.

A few figures walked by from time to time in the huge library. No one noticed that the library was brightly lit and that a grandfather and granddaughter were sitting in the spacious central area. Both of them had blond hair and blue eyes. The grandfather was tall and imposing, with a dignified yet kind face. The granddaughter had delicate features and her bright, watery eyes kept glancing at the passersby.

"Grandpa, look, it's that guy who's here."

Suddenly, the blonde girl pointed to a secluded corner and puffed out her cheeks.

"You won't let me go to school, fine, but why won't you let me play with a kid who's about my age, even though I finally meet him here?"

"Hehe, he's focused on reading, we shouldn't disturb him. Xue'er, you should learn from him."

The grandfather, who looked like a middle-aged man, glanced at the book in his granddaughter's hand, which was already askew, and smiled indulgently. Then, following the direction the blonde girl was pointing, he saw Wang Zhao sitting there and shook his head inwardly, thinking it was a pity.

He and his granddaughter often hid in the library to read, so they could see Wang Zhao diligently flipping through one book after another almost every day.

With his level of expertise, he could easily see through Wang Zhao's background. Although he didn't know the specifics of Wang Zhao's martial soul, the general attributes and even some deeper aspects were no secret to him, who possessed the six-winged angel martial soul with ultimate light and fire attributes.

In his view, Wang Zhao's martial soul talent was indescribable. If he could undergo a miraculous transformation, given his age and martial soul attributes, he could arrange a marriage between him and his granddaughter. Perhaps the two of them would even have the opportunity to unleash a god-level martial soul fusion skill in the future.

Unfortunately, since it's called a miracle, it's certainly not something that's easy to experience.

Judging from the child's current talent alone, he is far from being a good match for Xue'er. If the two are forced to be together, given his life experience, future conflicts are already foreseeable.

Therefore, it is better to nip it in the bud and prevent a tragedy from happening in the first place.

Without thinking further, the blond man straightened the book in the girl's hands and was about to teach her something when he suddenly received a barely perceptible transmission line.

His expression changed slightly, but quickly returned to normal. He then affectionately patted his granddaughter's head and told her to sit there and not move while he went out to take care of some errands.

The light in this area had already been distorted by him. Unless a Super Douluo personally came to investigate, or his beloved granddaughter took the initiative to leave this area, no one would be able to notice the abnormality here.

Upon hearing this, the blonde girl's eyes darted around, and it was unclear what she was thinking. On the surface, she obediently nodded in agreement with her grandfather, and then pretended to concentrate on reading the book in her hands.

Without thinking much, the blond man vanished in a flash.

A moment later, the girl stopped flipping through the book, quietly raised her head, looked around nervously, stood up, smiled to herself, and then cautiously walked towards Wang Zhao.

After so many days, I've finally found an opportunity to have a proper chat with you...

Hehehe.

At this moment, although Wang Zhao's gaze was fixed on the pages of the book, his mind was elsewhere. He was completely unaware that a blonde girl had tiptoed to his side and gently bent down to observe his expression.

"Feed".

Suddenly, the girl's elbow bumped into his shoulder.

Wang Zhao didn't even raise his head, his gaze sharpened, and he instinctively delivered an elbow strike...

(End of this chapter)