Chapter 11 The Pope's Condolences
The spark of life turned into a question mark, and the bewildered soul revealed its confusion, "Father?"
"Yes, you are the spark that was born within me, so of course I'm your father."
"...??? Is that so?" Qian Yuyan felt that something was not quite right, but with her current intelligence of less than one year old, she couldn't figure it out at all.
"No, no, you're not Daddy, don't try to fool me." A crisp, tender voice rang out, and a few blurry shadows flashed through her blank mind as she instinctively denied it.
The flames carrying Qian Yuyan flickered erratically, clearly indicating that her soul state was not yet stable.
"Hehe." Jin Yang beckoned, and Nirvana was summoned into his hands and kneaded into different shapes at will. Flames overflowed and surged through his fingers. "Looks like you're not stupid after all. Go back now."
Jin Yang re-consuming the Seed of Nirvana, which aroused Qian Yuyan's strong dissatisfaction. The chattering sound rang out inside her body, but Jin Yang blocked it with his hand.
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"Welcome, Your Holiness, to the Martial Soul Academy."
Several members of the Martial Soul Academy's teaching committee respectfully welcomed Pope Bibi Dong's visit. The last time Bibi Dong came to the Martial Soul Academy was to take Hu Liena as her disciple. Could it be that she came for the same purpose this time?
Several members of the education committee were somewhat aware of what had happened at the college recently.
That kid named Jin Yang defeated Yan, the academy's star student, on his first move. Presumably, the Pope came for this person.
"Your Holiness, please come in. Should we summon our students to pay homage?"
"No need to make a fuss. Where is the Spirit Hall team right now?" Bibi Dong waved her hand. "I just came to take a look at Hu Liena and the others."
"Understood." The education commissioner nodded, understanding. "They are currently at the training ground. I will guide you there now."
"With the Soul Master Tournament approaching, His Holiness the Pope must know that the Spirit Hall team has a new member, and they are currently working on their teamwork."
In the training field.
It was supposed to be a trial period, but in reality, it was still the original seven official members and their sparring partners fighting together, with Jin Yang acting as their substitute. He was chatting and laughing with Song Zhu, who was also a substitute.
During training, Hu Liena and Zhang Ping were distracted, glancing in Jin Yang's direction from time to time, which caused them to make mistakes in their movements.
This made the other members of the Martial Soul Team, who had crushes on several girls, feel jealous, especially Yan, who had nowhere to vent her anger.
He longed to say, "Na'er, look at me!"
But he didn't dare; he was afraid of angering Na'er and would eventually vent his anger on his sparring partner.
The sparring coach was also helpless. He glanced at Jin Yang beside him. Only one day had passed, and the once united team had lost its cohesion and become a disorganized mess. Their minds were no longer on cultivation and training.
Is this the legendary femme fatale, or rather, the femme fatale?
He turned his gaze to Xie Yue, who was looking serious, and felt a sense of relief; there were still good children out there.
"His Holiness the Pope has arrived!" The voice of the Education Commissioner reminded everyone, and they quickly stopped what they were doing and bowed in the direction from which the voice came.
Jin Yang looked Bibi Dong up and down. A gorgeous purple and gold dress hugged her curvaceous figure, and Bibi Dong’s beautiful face exuded majesty. With each step she took, the fabric rose and fell, making one want to imagine what kind of scenery lay beneath, and it also reminded Jin Yang of the feeling of yesterday.
Seeing that devilishly handsome face again still stirred a ripple in Bibi Dong's heart. He truly deserves to be the successor of the God of Love. Could it be that the condition for inheriting the God of Love is being good-looking?
But Jin Yang's undisguised and naked scrutinizing gaze made Bibi Dong's eyes narrow. The memory of last night resurfaced, and a chill appeared on Bibi Dong's face.
That lecherous scoundrel! How dare he make libertine advances towards her!
Subtle changes in emotion made Bibi Dong exude an even more oppressive aura.
"Why does it feel like the teacher isn't in a good mood?" Hu Liena thought to herself. She followed the gaze and found that among those present, only Jin Yang had not bowed.
"So you are Jin Yang?" Bibi Dong approached, her voice cold and stern. "Why don't you bow to me?"
Seeing Jin Yang's lack of manners and his audacity in offending the Pope, Yan felt a surge of smug satisfaction. This arrogant Jin Yang was probably used to being domineering in his own home, and now he was putting on airs in front of the Pope.
"Teacher, Jin Yang probably doesn't know you and didn't mean to offend you," Hu Liena quickly explained on Jin Yang's behalf.
Bibi Dong looked at her disciple with some surprise. If she remembered correctly, Nana had promised her yesterday that she would teach Jin Yang a lesson. Why was she suddenly siding with outsiders?
"Alright," Bibi Dong thought, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes as she looked at Jin Yang. "Truly worthy of being the successor of the God of Love. He's already bewitched Nana in just one day. If he stays with Nana for a few more days, he might just trick her into going to plant rice."
"It wasn't unintentional, Your Holiness, but you might not be able to accept my bowing," Jin Yang said politely.
He was telling the truth. Since ancient times, only people have the right to worship heaven, earth, and gods. How could heaven, earth, and gods have the right to worship people? As the symbol of the sun and the limit of yang, his divine authority actually encompasses everything. Compared to Bibi Dong's Rakshasa will, he has many times the restraint and enhancement. He was afraid that he might accidentally worship the Rakshasa will to death.
But to Bibi Dong, those words were nothing short of a provocation.
"Arrogant brat, as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, I'll teach you a lesson about respect and hierarchy!"
She snorted coldly, slamming her scepter into the ground. The pressure of a Title Douluo enveloped Jin Yang, and the lingering shockwaves made the members of the Martial Soul Team feel a chill.
This made Hu Liena, Song Zhu, and the other two women anxious but dared not do anything, while Yan and the others secretly rejoiced. Serves you right for being so arrogant.
But a surprising scene unfolded before everyone's eyes: even the ground beneath their feet cracked, yet Jin Yang remained unmoved under this oppressive force.
A look of surprise and admiration flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. She remained unmoved in the face of her oppressive aura, something even Xie Yue and the others could not do.
But seemingly by accident, a woman's sachet embroidered with floral patterns fell from Jin Yang's sleeve, causing Bibi Dong's pupils to shrink instantly. She quickly withdrew her oppressive aura to prevent the sachet from breaking.
She instinctively reached for her waist but stopped herself, her heart pounding. This was her personal sachet, which had a calming effect. How could it be in Jin Yang's hands?
Could it be that she lost it last night? No wonder she couldn't find it this morning; she thought she had forgotten where she put it.
Bibi Dong's mind was filled with guesses, but no matter what, this thing must not fall into Jin Yang's hands, as it would mean that her infiltration of Jin Yang's room might be exposed.
This sachet uses a large amount of medicinal herbs that only high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall can use, making it extremely easy to trace its origins back to her.
If people knew that she, the Pope, had sneaked into Jin Yang's room and been taken advantage of by him, she didn't even want to think about how she could maintain her Pope's dignity. A murderous intent surged in Bibi Dong's heart. Her personal sachet had been stolen. How much did this kid take advantage of her?