Seeing the beautiful woman's expression darken, Dongfang Jing, though not understanding the reason, immediately withdrew his martial spirit.
Biji's heart was filled with contradictions and entanglements.
Seeing her lost in thought, Dongfang Jing quietly waited.
After a while, Biji suddenly asked, "Dongfang Jing, how old are you this year?"
"Ten years old, but my birthday hasn't arrived yet."
"That's a little over nine years old, and you've already reached level 37 in soul power through independent cultivation!" Biji sincerely exclaimed in admiration; she had never heard of a human cultivating to such a level at such a young age.
"Senior is too kind," Dongfang Jing asked hesitantly, "Why are you asking this?"
Biji didn't answer directly, but instead turned her gaze to the jade swan in her arms, her eyes filled with both concern and trepidation.
The jade swan made a confused "goose" sound, staring blankly at its clan leader.
Biji looked at its bandaged wings, stretched out her palm, and a green light flashed.
In the blink of an eye, the wounds on its wings were completely healed.
After the bandages were removed, the Emerald Swan tried to flap its wings, circling and dancing joyfully in the air, emitting cheerful cries.
Seeing this, Brigitte's eyes hardened.
She turned to the boy beside her: "I remember you said you didn't know where to go next, right?"
Dongfang Jing subconsciously thought of his sister, opened his mouth, but ultimately lowered his head and nodded gently.
Bi Ji nodded slightly, her tone becoming exceptionally serious and solemn:
"I have a good suggestion, but before that, you need to answer three questions truthfully, without any concealment!"
Seeing this,Dongfang Jing involuntarily straightened his back, his expression earnest: "Senior healed my injuries, enabling my soul power to break through; this is an immense favor to me. As long as it doesn't involve privacy, I will definitely tell you the truth!"
Bi Ji nodded in satisfaction: "First question: Suppose you become the strongest in this world in the future, possessing the ability to mobilize and create everything, like a god. Would you believe that all soul beasts are evil and want to exterminate them all? Or, as a human, would you help your fellow human beings hunt soul beasts indiscriminately?"
Dongfang Jing answered without hesitation: "No. I believe that everything in the world has its necessity for existence, and even the smallest life is indispensable."
"But if I truly possessed godlike abilities…" He paused, pondered for a moment, and said, "I would first consider everything related to me—my family, my friends. As for other things… I haven't thought that far ahead, nor do I have such grand ambitions."
Bi Ji gave a soft hum, her emotions unreadable, and then asked her second question:
"You should have heard that a soul beast's cultivation level is not equal to its age. Imagine you are a highly intelligent, exceptionally talented 100,000-year-old soul beast, only ten thousand years old, yet capable of transforming into human form. After living in human society for decades or even centuries before returning to the forest, for the sake of your species' survival, would you choose to lead other soul beasts to attack human cities?"
Dongfang Jing was puzzled. What kind of questions were these?
But seeing Bi Ji's earnest gaze, he thought carefully and nodded,
"I would."
Bi Ji stared into his purple eyes: "Why?"
"As highly intelligent soul beasts, living in human society for a hundred years must be astonishing to them, given the speed of human reproduction and social development. Not to mention anything else, the number of soul masters is increasing year by year. Highly talented soul masters can cultivate to the level of Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, or even Title Douluo in just a few decades. I don't know the difference between a 100,000-year-old soul beast and a Title Douluo, but I imagine even a 100,000-year-old soul beast would struggle to withstand the combined attack of multiple Soul Douluos or Title Douluos."
He continued his analysis, "A soul master needs a maximum of nine soul rings in their lifetime, which means they need to hunt nine soul beasts. Even with my extremely high talent, it took me ten thousand years to become a powerful being; what about those soul beasts with average talent?" "They might only accumulate a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years of cultivation in their entire lives. Moreover, although soul beasts are physically powerful, they cannot withstand the combined efforts of multiple soul masters. Over time, low-level soul beasts will continue to decrease, while human demand for soul rings will increase. Ultimately, they will inevitably target high-level soul beasts like myself."
Dongfang Jing became more and more engrossed in his speech: "Whether for self-preservation or for the survival of my race, as the leader of the soul beasts, I must curb the number and development of humans! And this is only the problem of soul masters; it doesn't even take into account the threats brought about by social progress and technological development!"
As a transmigrator, Dongfang Jing knew that he couldn't confuse the intelligence of the humans from his previous life with that of the natives here.
But they were, after all, humans and could not be underestimated.
There would always be pioneers who would break some kind of balance.
Although the soldiers were still using cold weapons at present, he had never heard of the existence of firearms, nor did he know whether firearms could harm soul beasts.
But with the support of soul power, it was possible that weapons capable of dealing with soul beasts would appear in the future, or even anti-soul beast equipment that ordinary people could use.
As a soul beast himself, he had to take precautions.
Thinking about this, Dongfang Jing was dumbfounded. It was just a hypothetical question, how did he actually get so absorbed in it?
He looked at Bi Ji and found her listening intently, her chin in her hand: "Senior?"
Biji had never been in contact with human society before, and the concepts of social development and technology that Dongfang Jing spoke of were completely new to her.
However, she knew how much Soul Masters needed Soul Rings, and she understood that the number of Soul Beasts was dwindling.
Lost in deep thought, she was only brought back to reality by Dongfang Jing's call.
Biji smiled softly and said, "One last question."
She stood up, her long hair fluttering in the wind, her long dress swaying gently.
Although the moonlight was obscured by the forest, she appeared exceptionally radiant and beautiful in the dim firelight.
She parted her lips slightly and asked, word by word,
"Dongfang Jing, would you be willing to become my disciple and learn from me?"
"Disciple?"
Dongfang Jing was somewhat stunned.
This was the third question?
What were the previous two questions? A personality test?
"Is this the suggestion you mentioned, Senior?" he asked, puzzled. "Why...why would you want to take me as your disciple?"
Biji tilted her head: "I believe that anyone who encounters an outstanding young genius would want to take them as a disciple."
"Senior, please tell the truth." Dongfang Jing naturally didn't believe her explanation.
Normally, if it were someone else—like Sword Douluo, Hammer Douluo, or some other Douluo—he would probably have politely declined.
But with this senior before him, Dongfang Jing didn't immediately refuse or show any aversion.
Why?
Was it because she was an extremely beautiful and gentle woman?
Not really.
Okay, he admitted that was part of it.
But the main reason was that Dongfang Jing genuinely didn't know what to do next.
And from beginning to end, the senior's attitude was very gentle.
This was different from that old fox Ning Fengzhi; some of Ning Fengzhi's actions were feigned.
But the woman before him was genuinely gentle, as if she were born the gentlest person in the world.
Bi Ji stepped forward and frankly said, "There is indeed a selfish reason why I took you as my disciple. Because... I have a dream, and a very big one! It's difficult, no, impossible, for me to achieve on my own."
She gazed at the young man, her tone somewhat excited yet utterly sincere: "But I see hope in you! I want to take a gamble! Although I can't be sure, my intuition tells me that the person who can help me realize my dream..."
Bi Ji didn't speak, but her bright green eyes remained fixed on Dongfang Jing.
Whether it was his age, his personality, his attitude towards his clan, his views on soul beasts and humans, or even the mysterious and bizarre scene in his spiritual world,all of this made Bi Ji realize that she should take a gamble on this young man!
He might be able to forge a different path!
Under such intense scrutiny, Dongfang Jing felt somewhat uncomfortable and slightly shifted his gaze, raising his hand to scratch his cheek.
He stood up, solemnly took a step back, knelt on both knees, and respectfully kowtowed three times, performing a standard apprenticeship ceremony.
"Disciple Dongfang Jing humbly begs Senior to accept me as your disciple!"
Bi Ji's eyes lit up instantly, but she still deliberately asked, "Are you really sure? Aren't you going to ask what my dream is first? What if I want to destroy the world? What will you do then?"
Dongfang Jing chuckled, "If even a gentle and kind person like Senior wants to destroy the world, then this world might as well be destroyed sooner rather than later."
Hearing this, Bi Ji's gaze softened even more. She reached out and helped Dongfang Jing up, "Still calling me Senior? You should change your address."
"Yes, Master."
"Master? Shouldn't you call me Teacher or Master?" Bi Ji was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "Never mind, they're all about the same. Come with me, disciple."
"Yes." Dongfang Jing obediently followed behind her, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Master, I still don't know your name?"
"Bi Ji."
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