Chapter 19: The Pope Himself Teaches Me

Chapter 19: The Holy Father Personally Teaches Me

“Whew,” Bibi Dong sighed, glancing at Zhong Yan’s eyes.

“Teacher, is there something wrong with my body?” Zhong Yan grew a bit anxious. What did Bibi Dong’s sigh mean? Could there really be a problem?

“No, your body is very healthy. In fact, your bones have been strengthened to the equivalent of having a fifty-thousand-year soul bone attached. Your body can already withstand a ten-thousand-year soul ring. However, when a ten-thousand-year soul beast dies, its lingering resentment remains within the soul ring. If you want to absorb it, your spiritual power must be strong enough to resist the impact of that resentment.”

“I understand.” Zhong Yan had almost forgotten that in Douluo, ten-thousand-year soul rings came with a spiritual shock. In his previous life, when reading novels, those transmigrators were overpowered—they had ten-thousand-year first rings, one-hundred-thousand-year second rings, or even three-life martial spirits… and absorbing them was especially simple. It made him almost forget that this matter even existed. His own abilities weren’t quite that extraordinary.

“What’s the name of that god?” Bibi Dong cautiously tested the question.

“The God of Contracts,” Zhong Yan said, naming the deity of the emperor. Of course, he could also have said Martial God or something else—the emperor had many titles, and he could pick any at will.

“Contract?” Bibi Dong seemed to recall something, then quickly asked, “Did you make a contract with that god?”

“Yes.” Zhong Yan hadn’t expected Bibi Dong to ask, but he continued weaving the story—after all, once the arrow was loosed, there was no turning back.

“Good, I understand.” Bibi Dong didn’t ask about the contract’s contents—this was not something she could inquire about.

She placed her hand on his head, running her fingers through his hair. The more she touched, the more comfortable it felt.

Seeing Bibi Dong petting him nonstop, as if he were a cat to be stroked, Zhong Yan quickly acted like a child, retreating slightly and covering his head with both hands. “Teacher~ don’t touch anymore, it’ll stunt my growth.”

“Ahem, I just got distracted for a moment. Come over here, I’ll teach you how to use your spiritual power.” Bibi Dong felt a little embarrassed. She hadn’t planned to do this, but the child’s hair was surprisingly pleasant to the touch, compelling her to continue.

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Hearing this, Zhong Yan obediently approached.

“First, you need to sense your own spiritual power. I will use my spiritual power to passively draw out yours, and your task is to perceive its existence, then understand and control it.”

“Most soul masters, unless their martial spirits are related to spirit, generally don’t use this method and can only defend passively. After reaching Soul Saint level, some can discover a little on their own. Only organizations like the Martial Spirit Hall, the top three sects, and the two royal families inherit the complete methods developed by predecessors for spiritual power training and application.”

As Bibi Dong explained, she released her spiritual power. Zhong Yan could feel something different around him, as if countless eyes were watching from all directions. This sensation made him uncomfortable, instinctively wanting to resist it.

“Close your eyes and feel the power present in your mind.”

Zhong Yan obeyed and closed his eyes, but the omnipresent sense of being watched still unsettled him. Gradually, he felt that sensation penetrate beneath the surface and into his body, which he found unbearable. Finally, a burst of spiritual energy erupted from his mind, expelling the intruder from his body.

Bibi Dong sensed her spiritual power being repelled and said, “Yes, that’s it. Remember this feeling and hold onto it.”

Her gaze became complex as she looked at the child before her.

His spiritual power was remarkably profound, far exceeding the strength of his physical body. This god truly favored him.

What she did not know was that Zhong Yan’s powerful spiritual power was not solely due to the God’s Heart’s power, but also connected to his experience living two lives.

Gradually, Zhong Yan had grasped this sensation.

When he opened his eyes, Bibi Dong continued, “There are many ways to use spiritual power. The most basic is to defend against spiritual shocks, then to project it outward for detection or to observe the surroundings or enemies. More advanced is using it for attacks. I will teach you each step.”

…(Don’t look at me—I definitely can’t write the theory behind spiritual power exercises or applications)…

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“Teacher, I’ve already mastered the basic defensive construction!”

“Good. I’ve also taught you the later training methods; the rest depends on your own practice. Now, come with me—it’s time to leave.” Bibi Dong nodded.

Seeing the child master the initial technique so quickly, she couldn’t help but admire his talent.

“Mm!” Zhong Yan nodded obediently and followed behind Bibi Dong like a well-behaved child toward the exit of the secret chamber.

They arrived at the study above. Sunlight streamed through the window, momentarily dazzling Zhong Yan as he stepped out. When he looked back, the secret chamber’s door had vanished—the bookshelf had reappeared before him.

“Take this.” Bibi Dong handed Zhong Yan a token engraved with the Martial Spirit Hall’s emblem, its edges tinged in red.

“Keep this with you. You can enter this study anytime you want to read. Use it to supplement your theoretical knowledge. If you have any questions, come to me. You’ll be staying next to Lena—she’s already waiting outside. Just follow her.”

“Yes, Teacher.” Hey, beast-eared senior sister, here I come!

P.S.: I regret saying I’d post three updates today—I just can’t keep up. Tonight I have a political meeting, and next week I have labor class. If I don’t update some days, it’s because I’m too tired during the day. I’ll remember to make it up on the weekend.

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