"What do you want to do? But let me tell you, if you use this opportunity, the Elder Token will be taken back."
After a moment, Bibi Dong reminded him.
After all, the Elder Token did not truly make someone an elder. Ordinary privileges were one thing, but for matters that required a large amount of resources, Spirit Hall would naturally not allow others to use them freely.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, then said in a deep voice, "If I use one opportunity from the Elder Token, can I exchange it for the cultivation method of twin martial spirits?"
"Hmph! You're really stubborn. Fine!"
Hearing this, Bibi Dong snorted coldly. A booklet appeared in her hand, which she tossed to Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang hurriedly caught it. At the same time, the Elder Token in his hand flew out and was seized by Bibi Dong.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong said coldly, "Leave. I don't want to see you again."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's body trembled. After looking up at Bibi Dong, he said bitterly, "Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"
After this, whatever feelings once existed between him and Bibi Dong were likely completely exhausted.
Immediately afterward, Yu Xiaogang turned and quickly left the Pope's Palace without looking back.
Watching his departing figure, Bibi Dong couldn't help but shake her head. "Even if you obtain the cultivation method for twin martial spirits, what of it? Your disciple is probably already dead."
The reason Bibi Dong changed her mind and was willing to give Yu Xiaogang the method was only partly due to the Elder Token. The main reason was that she had already dispatched two of her top subordinates, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, to intercept and kill Tang San.
With two Titled Douluo making a move, Tang San's death was practically certain.
Moreover, her method for handling twin martial spirits was far less useful than Yu Xiaogang imagined.
However, at that moment, a black figure silently appeared behind Bibi Dong and knelt on one knee. "Your Holiness the Pope, the mission has failed!"
Hearing this, Bibi Dong turned around in surprise, her expression stunned. "Failed? What happened? With you and Yue Guan working together, killing a mere Spirit Elder shouldn't have gone wrong."
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect intervened. Chen Xin is extremely powerful, and with Ning Fengzhi's support, we… were no match."
At this point, Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei, lowered his head even further. Two Titled Douluo attempting to assassinate a Spirit Elder and still failing—if word got out, it would be utterly humiliating. Even if Bibi Dong punished them, they would have no excuse.
However, to Gui Mei's surprise, Bibi Dong showed no intention of punishing him. Instead, she muttered to herself, "Chen Xin… then it's not strange. Not strange at all."
Once a Titled Douluo surpasses level 95, each level is a world of difference. Chen Xin, a level 96 Titled Douluo, could easily handle Yue Guan and Gui Mei, both level 95 Titled Douluo—even more so with Ning Fengzhi, the number one support Spirit Master in the world, assisting him.
As for Yue Guan and Gui Mei's martial fusion skill, although it could restrain Chen Xin, they themselves would be unable to act during its activation. If their allies failed to follow up, killing Tang San would indeed be difficult.
Soon after, Bibi Dong waved her hand. A surge of energy lifted Gui Mei to his feet as she said, "This time, I miscalculated. You and Yue Guan should go recover."
"Yes."
Hearing this, Gui Mei let out a sigh of relief and felt deeply moved. He turned into a shadow and quickly left the Pope's Palace.
After Gui Mei departed, Bibi Dong frowned. "I didn't expect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to wade into this as well. And Tang Hao didn't appear… could it be he truly isn't protecting Tang San?"
"Sigh…"
After a long while, Bibi Dong sighed. This operation had failed—who knew how long it would take to find another opportunity? Could it be that after this incident, Tang San would still dare to come to Spirit City to participate in the tournament?
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Tianxue Peak.
Shui Wuhen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance, while Articuno remained by his side like a close companion.
Then, Shui Wuhen glanced at Shui Bing'er beside him, and a memory surfaced in his mind.
Inside a small village house, the candlelight was dim. A beautiful woman lay on the bed, her face unnaturally pale.
"Cough, cough~"
Suddenly, the woman coughed. A three- or four-year-old boy by her bedside hurried forward with a bowl of black liquid and said anxiously, "Mom, take your medicine!"
The woman took a sip, set it down, then gently stroked the boy's head and said in a weak voice, "Wuhen, I feel like I may not last much longer. If I die, you must take good care of your sister. Try not to let her be bullied."
"Mom, don't say that. You'll get better."
The young Shui Wuhen's body stiffened as he shook his head.
Hearing this, the woman shook her head and continued, "I know my own condition. It's just a pity I was born too lowly—otherwise, you two wouldn't have to suffer like this.
After I die, try to return to the Shui family. No matter what, you carry that man's bloodline. Even if they only give you a small place to stay, it's better than you siblings struggling alone."
The young Shui Wuhen simply listened silently without speaking.
In truth, before this, he had already gone to find his so-called father, hoping to trade some of the knowledge in his mind to cure his mother. But he hadn't even been allowed through the door before being driven away.
At that moment, he realized that even as a transmigrator, without strength, everything was meaningless.
He might know many things, but in a world without intellectual property protection, at most he could earn a little money. If he revealed anything too significant, it might even bring about fatal disaster.
Only by becoming a Spirit Master could he control his own fate.
At that moment, a surge of soul power fluctuations suddenly spread from Shui Bing'er, pulling Shui Wuhen out of his memories.
"About to break through?"
Shui Wuhen was somewhat surprised. It had only been around twenty days since they arrived at Tianxue Peak.
Yet during this time, Shui Bing'er was already on the verge of a breakthrough. It seemed this place enhanced her cultivation far more than he had expected.
Moments later, the fluctuations around Shui Bing'er dissipated. She opened her eyes and excitedly called out to Shui Wuhen, "Brother, my soul power has reached level 47!"
Originally, Shui Bing'er estimated it would take at least two months to break through. Here, it had been shortened to just over twenty days.
This meant that her cultivation speed here was increased by more than 50% compared to the mimic cultivation environment at Tianshui Academy.
"Congratulations."
Shui Wuhen wasn't too surprised. He simply smiled and patted her head. "When you reach level 50, I'll personally take you to the Extreme North to hunt your spirit ring."