Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the training session came to a successful end.
Gu Feng and Yu Feng were slightly out of breath as they walked side by side out of the Gravity Room.
The high-intensity training had left their cheeks flushed, and beads of sweat glimmered on their foreheads under the morning light.
The two headed straight to the cafeteria, and by coincidence, they ran into Ye Lingling, who was also there for breakfast.
"Lingling, good morning!"
Gu Feng and Yu Feng greeted her in unison, perfectly in sync.
Upon seeing them, Ye Lingling's face instantly lit up with a joyful smile. Holding her tray, she hurried over with a light step, her voice bright: "Gu Feng, good morning!"
"Lingling, I'm here too, you know."
Yu Feng pouted sourly from the side, her cheeks puffed up, looking as if she was accusing them of ignoring her.
Seeing this, both Ye Lingling and Gu Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Ye Lingling gently covered her mouth, her eyes crescent-shaped with delight, "Yu Feng, good morning."
Then, the three of them sat down together at a corner table by the window.
The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the dining table, adding a touch of warmth to this tranquil breakfast moment.
Ye Lingling took small bites of the tender beef in her bowl, her movements graceful, and softly asked, "Did you train together? Your faces are so red!"
Yu Feng immediately perked up, her eyebrows dancing with excitement as she said, "Yes! Lingling, you don't know, Gu Feng's training method is incredible! It's so much better than those teachers at the academy! I've never felt so refreshed before!"
"Really?"
Surprised, Ye Lingling accidentally dropped the chopsticks she was holding.
Fortunately, Gu Feng was quick to react, easily catching the chopsticks and handing her a tissue.
Ye Lingling was momentarily taken aback, and when she followed Gu Feng's gesture to check the corner of her mouth, she found a grain of rice there, instantly flushing with embarrassment, her fair cheeks turning a shade of red.
She hurriedly took the tissue, gently dabbed at the corner of her mouth, and then, like a startled little deer, quickly lowered her head and softly said, "Thank you." After that, she didn't dare to look at Gu Feng again, burying herself in her food, her heart racing as if a little deer was bouncing around inside her.
Yu Feng, sitting beside them, felt inexplicably full.
She didn't know why, considering she hadn't eaten anything.
...
Spirit Hall.
Underneath a towering angel statue, a devout old believer in white was kneeling.
At that moment, a man in black, head bowed, approached with a letter: "Grand High Priest, the young lady has instructed me to deliver two letters—one for you and one for the Pope. Should I send them?"
Qian Daoliu was slightly taken aback; he knew his granddaughter's temperament all too well.
She was proud and very stubborn.
Ever since Qian Xunji's death, Qian Renxue's relationship with Bibidong had been like fire and water. Now, she had actually taken the initiative to write a letter to Bibidong, which surprised Qian Daoliu greatly.
"Send it, but remember not to tell her that I also wrote her a letter…"
"Understood!"
After the man in black left, Qian Daoliu looked towards the Papal Hall and sighed, "After all, Xue Er is your flesh and blood. Try to accept her. Although our Qian family has wronged you, it's because of Ji Er… sigh!"
Afterward, Qian Daoliu opened the envelope and glanced at the letter inside, feeling as though he had just read a mythical tale.
A Bone Dragon that could rival the Angel Spirit?
What kind of divine joke was this?
Utter nonsense.
As for the theory of Spirit Gender? No one had ever researched that before.
In short, Qian Daoliu was utterly dismissive of what Qian Renxue had written in her letter.
If it hadn't been written by his granddaughter, he might not have even bothered to read it.
Without seeing it with his own eyes, even Bo Saixi wouldn't believe it.
After all, in the entire history of the Soul Master World, there had only been two God-level Martial Souls.
...
Inside the Papal Hall, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
Bibidong sat high on her magnificent throne, her demeanor noble and aloof, her beauty unparalleled, like a flower on a high peak that was difficult to approach.
A form-fitting lavender gown perfectly accentuated her tall and flawless figure, the curve of her chest adding a touch of allure, yet it was overshadowed by the powerful aura she exuded, making it impossible for anyone to harbor any disrespectful thoughts.
Bibidong's gaze was fixed intently on the contents of the letter, her brows tightly furrowed, and a faint killing intent emanated from her.
Suddenly, she was overcome with rage. She raised her hand and slammed it heavily on the corner of the table, the loud "bang" echoing through the vast Papal Hall: "Who does she think she is? How dare she tell me what to do! And she even forbids me from touching the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? Well, I'm going to do exactly that!"
"What's this Gu Feng? Just someone with Innate Full Soul Power. My Spirit Hall isn't short of one genius!"
Having been doted on and carefully protected by Qian Xunji since childhood, Bibidong had unknowingly developed a rebellious streak in such an upbringing.
Over the years, whenever someone forbade her from doing something, her innate defiance would drive her to do the exact opposite. The more others disapproved of something, the more determined she was to do it.
Although Bibidong was currently blinded by anger, a sliver of rationality still remained, causing her to focus on the theory of Spirit Gender mentioned in the letter.
Unlike the conservative and rigid Qian Daoliu, Bibidong had a higher tolerance and openness towards bold and unconventional theories about Martial Souls.
"Martial Souls divided by gender? It's not entirely impossible..."
She lowered her gaze slightly, her crimson lips parting as she murmured softly to herself.
Then, she suddenly raised her hand and called out coldly, "Guimei."
Before her voice had even faded, a pitch-black figure appeared like a ghost in the hall, so fast that it was impossible to catch a glimpse of it.
As soon as Guimei stood still, he knelt on one knee, his posture respectful, his voice low and hoarse: "Your Excellency, what are your orders?"
"Go, turn this into a notice and issue a bounty in the name of the Spirit Hall."
As she spoke, Bibidong took out a pink note she had written herself. This note carried memories of her past with Yu Xiaogang, a gift he had given her many years ago. Her slender fingers gently caressed the note, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes, only to be quickly replaced by resolve as she swiftly wrote down the theory of Spirit Gender mentioned in Qian Renxue's letter.
Guimei took the note with both hands, his eyes inadvertently scanning its contents. A sense of absurdity surged within him. In his understanding, the idea of Martial Souls having genders was nothing short of a fantasy. Yet, he dared not show even a hint of his thoughts. The Pope before him, Your Excellency Bibidong, was someone even Qian Xunji had... The memory of that day's tragedy sent a chill down his spine. If he were to defy her, both he and Yueguan would likely meet a grim fate.
Guimei lowered his head even further, responding with utmost respect, "Yes!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, his figure dissipated like a wisp of black smoke, vanishing without a trace.
Bibidong slowly rose from her seat and moved to the window, her deep eyes glinting with a hint of madness as she gazed outside. "Yu Xiaogang, rest assured. Those who once mocked you will pay a heavy price. Not a single one will be spared..."
"As for that little wretch, Gu Feng..."
Whether it was jealousy gnawing at her heart or simply her inability to tolerate others rising to prominence, a shadow of malice flickered in Bibidong's eyes. She then gently waved her hand, her voice soft and inviting, "Nana."
Moments later, a tall and graceful young woman entered the room with an elegant gait.
The girl's figure was alluring, exuding a bewitching charm that could captivate anyone. Every movement she made was filled with allure. "Teacher, what do you need from me?"
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