Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

After speaking, Su Mo paused: "The process of obtaining the second soul core is even more dangerous, especially the path of Yin-Yang complementarity. A slight mistake could lead to utter destruction."

Therefore, I suggest choosing isotropic resonance, although it is not as powerful as yin-yang complementarity, it is more reliable.

Qian Daoliu nodded solemnly and said, "I understand. I will make the arrangements. As for how to choose, it is entirely up to them."

Afterwards, Qian Daoliu chatted with Su Mo, asking about Su Mo's experiences over the past year.

Chapter 199 Bibi Dong's Playful Mood Takes hold

Just as Su Mo and Qian Daoliu were chatting, two figures walked in from outside the door.

The newcomers were none other than Qian Xunji and Ling Yuan.

Ling Yuan was affectionately holding Qian Xunji's arm, a happy smile on her lips. The two looked very much in love.

Since Qian Xunji stepped down from the position of Pope, he has been completely free and often takes Ling Yuan and Qian Renxue out for fun.

However, since Qian Renxue recently awakened her martial soul and spends most of her time cultivating at home, only the two of them have been keeping her company lately.

"Teacher, teacher's wife." Su Mo turned around upon hearing the voice and greeted them with a smile.

"Huh, Xiao Mo?! When did you get back?" Qian Xunji was slightly taken aback, then asked in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, he quickened his pace and soon brought Ling Yuan to Su Mo.

"I just got back not long ago," Su Mo replied with a smile.

"Yes, it's good that you're back safe and sound." Qian Xunji patted Su Mo's shoulder. "By the way, how's your progress in the God of Destruction exam?"

"There's only one test left, but I plan to complete the sixth test of Shura first."

Qian Xunji laughed loudly, "Haha, good! You are truly my pride. If you need any help, just ask. The entire Spirit Hall will fully support you."

"Thank you, teacher." Su Mo nodded gently.

Just then, Qian Renxue, who was training in the distance, noticed the arrival of Qian Xunji and the other person. She immediately put away her small wooden sword and ran over quickly.

Before long, Qian Renxue arrived in front of them.

She said with a smile, "Mom and Dad, you're finally back!"

"Xiaoxue, are you tired from training?"

Ling Yuan smiled gently, then took out a fine silk handkerchief from her storage soul tool.

She knelt down and gently wiped the sweat from Qian Renxue's forehead, then tidied her messy golden hair.

"I'm not tired." Qian Renxue shook her head.

"Xiaoxue is great." Lingyuan patted Qian Renxue's head and then stood up.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu smiled kindly and said, "Xiaoxue, your training for today ends here."

"Hehe, that's great!" Qian Renxue immediately cheered.

She quickly ran to Su Mo's side, took his hand, tilted her head up, and said expectantly, "Brother Su Mo, my training for today is over. Can you play with me now?"

However, before Su Mo could speak, Qian Xunji preemptively said, "Xiao Xue, your brother Su Mo has just finished a year-long divine assessment. He must be tired now. Let him rest for a couple of days before playing with you."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue felt a little disappointed, but still nodded obediently: "Alright, then Brother Su Mo, you should get some rest."

"Xiaoxue is such a good girl," Qianxun said with a smile, then changed the subject, "By the way, would you like to have your brother Su Mo teach you cultivation in the future?"

He had mentioned this to Su Mo since Qian Renxue was born.

However, when Qian Renxue awakened her martial soul, Su Mo temporarily left the Martial Soul Hall.

During this period of time, Qian Daoliu personally taught Qian Renxue.

At this moment, Su Mo had returned, and he thought of the matter again.

He knew that Su Mo was the future dual-god holder, so he had to quickly get his daughter to cling to Su Mo's coattails so that her future would be bright.

"Yes, yes, of course Xue'er is willing!" Qian Renxue nodded repeatedly when she heard that she could learn from Su Mo.

At this moment, Qian Xunji turned to look at Su Mo: "Xiao Mo, what do you think?"

Su Mo smiled and said, "Of course I have no problem with it. I have always regarded Xiao Xue'er as my younger sister. Since she wants to learn from me, I will definitely teach her well."

"Haha, that's excellent, then it's settled then." Qian Xunji said with satisfaction.

“In that case, Xiaoxue, you can start learning from your brother Su Mo tomorrow,” Qian Daoliu said kindly. “Once your swordsmanship is solid, Grandpa will teach you the Qian family’s Nine Angel Swords.”

Ever since he witnessed Qian Renxue's talent, he knew that his fate as the High Priest might soon arrive.

He could only feel at ease leaving Qian Renxue in Su Mo's care, so he was happy to let Su Mo teach Qian Renxue.

He himself only needs to teach the family's traditional sword techniques.

It's not that Su Mo's swordsmanship is inferior to his, but rather that Su Mo's swordsmanship is not suitable for Qian Renxue. Only the swordsmanship inherited by the Angel Family is truly suitable for Qian Renxue, who possesses the Angel Martial Soul.

"I understand, I will definitely study hard with Brother Su Mo," Qian Renxue said happily.

Qian Daoliu nodded and looked at Su Mo, saying, "Xiao Mo, I'll have to trouble you to take good care of Xiao Xue's cultivation from now on."

"Grandpa Qian, please don't say that. I've lived in the Spirit Hall since I was a child. Without the resources of the Spirit Hall and the help of my elders, I would not have been able to grow up so quickly. So this is what I should do."

Su Mo knew very well that even though he had great talent, without the help of the Spirit Hall, especially the care of Golden Crocodile Douluo over the years, his path to growth would never have been so smooth.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's eyes were filled with satisfaction. He smiled and patted Qian Daoliu's shoulder, his words conveying everything without needing to be spoken.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Su Mo said, "Grandpa Qian, Teacher, and Mistress, I'll be leaving now. I still need to visit my Senior Sister."

“Go.” Qian Daoliu nodded.

Su Mo nodded slightly and looked at Qian Renxue: "Xue'er, your brother will be leaving now. Come to my house tomorrow."

Qian Renxue nodded: "Okay, I understand. Take care, Brother Su Mo."

Su Mo smiled, said no more, turned and left the courtyard, walking quickly towards the Papal Palace.

At this moment, the sun was setting, and the sky was bathed in an orange-red hue.

When Su Mo arrived at the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong was just about to finish her work for the day.

At this moment, only Bibi Dong was in the main hall.

When she saw the person who had arrived, her original papal majesty vanished instantly, replaced by a look of delighted surprise.

But suddenly, she seemed to think of something interesting and transformed back into her previous majestic pope demeanor.

She coughed lightly: "How dare you! Why don't you kneel before me, the Pope?"

Upon seeing this, Su Mo curled his lips into a smile.

In a flash, he arrived in front of the papal throne, looking down at Bibi Dong from his high position.

To be fair, after serving as Pope for a year, Bibi Dong has gained a more commanding presence and added to her charm.

In particular, Bibi Dong's papal robes fit her perfectly, outlining her figure to the fullest.

Upon seeing this, Su Mo felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He reached out a hand, gently pinched Bibi Dong's chin, lifted her face slightly, and smiled, "What would happen if I didn't kneel today?"

Chapter 200 Teaching Qian Renxue

Bibi Dong's gaze darkened.

She grabbed Su Mo's wrist and pulled his hand away from her chin.

She stared coldly at Su Mo: "How dare you! It's one thing to not bow to me, the Pope, but to treat me like this? It seems you won't learn your lesson until I teach you a lesson today."

"Oh, really?" Su Mo raised an eyebrow. "Then how does His Holiness the Pope intend to punish me?"

Bibi Dong snorted lightly: "You'll find out soon enough. Come with me, Pope."

After saying that, she grabbed Su Mo's wrist and turned to walk towards the back of the Papal Palace.

A moment later, in the Pope's bedroom.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Su Mo looked around.

Bibi Dong's room was extremely spacious, luxurious yet grand.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air, exactly like the scent emanating from Bibi Dong, subtly permeating Su Mo's nostrils and making him restless.

At this moment, Bibi Dong closed the door.

She turned around, still maintaining that aloof and arrogant demeanor, and walked towards Su Mo step by step.

Da da da……

The sound of high heels hitting the floor was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Bibi Dong walked up to Su Mo, raised her jade-like hand and placed it on his chest, pushing him backward step by step.

Su Mo offered no resistance until his calves touched the edge of the bed, at which point he fell backward.

"Your Holiness the Pope, what are you doing?"

Su Mo propped himself up, his voice deliberately tinged with panic.

Bibi Dong looked down at Su Mo with a cold, icy gaze: "Shut up! You have no right to speak here. Tonight, I, the Pope, will teach you a lesson so that you will remember the rules."

"Your Holiness, I was wrong...please forgive me."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly: "Now you know you're wrong? Too bad it's too late."

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned forward.

She first gave Su Mo a verbal lecture.

However, Su Mo remained unmoved, and seeing this, Bibi Dong had no choice but to increase the severity of the punishment...

As night deepened, this long punishment finally came to an end.

Throughout the entire process, Su Mo could only passively endure everything in the face of His Holiness the Pope's overwhelming aura.

Bibi Dong had exhausted all her strength and methods in order to let Su Mo experience the Pope's majesty, and was now completely worn out, not even having the strength to lift a finger.

At this moment, she had long lost any of the aloofness and majesty of a pope.

She was leaning against Su Mo, a few strands of her dark hair sticking messily to her cheeks.