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Five years passed in the blink of an eye.
Over these five years, Tian Xing Academy had truly earned its reputation as the number one academy in the world.
During this time, the All-Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament was once again overwhelmingly won by students of Tian Xing Academy. Among them, the most outstanding were Ye Wen's younger batch of direct disciples.
At less than 20 years old, each of them already possessed the cultivation of a Soul King, leaving other academies envious.
The status of being Ye Wen's direct disciple became highly coveted by all factions. Rumors even spread that many of Ye Wen's disciples had the potential to earn titles.
Gradually, Ye Wen's ten direct disciples came to be known as the "Ten Outstanding Ones."
Unfortunately, Ye Wen no longer accepted direct disciples. Those admitted into the inner academy were only registered disciples, yet this still attracted many civilian soul masters eager to join.
After all, there was minimal control, high benefits, and freedom to leave at will.
Winning the All-Continental Soul Master Tournament two times in a row certainly brought great fame to Tian Xing Academy. However, Ye Wen felt that repeatedly embarrassing the two great empires in such a manner did not align with his principle of staying low-key. Thus, he decided that Tian Xing Academy would no longer participate in the tournament.
But unwilling to let Tian Xing Academy gain a reputation for cowardice, Ye Wen allowed some of the senior students nearing graduation to transfer to other academies to bring glory to their nations. This way, they avoided offending the two great empires while keeping Tian Xing Academy above worldly disputes.
However, very few students transferred. Most were noble-born students, while the commoners naturally understood which academy offered greater benefits upon graduation.
While Ye Wen was, as usual, using divine power to analyze the rules of the Douluo World and conduct research, Bibi Dong suddenly spoke up.
"Ye Wen, the Spirit Hall has sent word. The Pope is acting exactly as you predicted."
Years had passed, and under the influence of time, the once youthful and energetic Bibi Dong now exuded an air of elegance and nobility.
As for why Bibi Dong could address Ye Wen so casually, it was because Ye Wen believed that becoming a god merely meant becoming a stronger soul master—not a true deity. Friends didn't need to be so formal.
As for receiving information from the Spirit Hall, it wasn't difficult to understand. After all, Bibi Dong still had her own connections within the Spirit Hall.
Ye Wen was momentarily distracted, realizing that things had already reached this point.
"How coincidental. Tang San was born at the same time as my children. This world is becoming more and more interesting—fate, indeed."
That's right. After years of effort, Ah Yin had successfully become pregnant last year. Under Ye Wen's divine observation, she was carrying twins—a boy and a girl.
Even Bo Saixi was pregnant, expecting a cute little girl.
After years of navigating the complexities of life, even Ye Wen felt a bit disoriented at becoming a father.
But more than anything, he felt joy. He finally had a continuation of life.
However, the closeness of their birth dates dispelled any thoughts Ye Wen might have had about visiting Tang San's birth.
Tang San? How could he compare to his own children?
From the information Bibi Dong provided, Qian Xunji had only brought two Title Douluos to capture Ah Yu.
"Hmm, if I hadn't read the original story, this would already be quite respectful toward Tang Hao—after all, he's just a 90th-level Title Douluo.
Facing the dual-stasis field of Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, plus Qian Xunji, a 95th-level Super Douluo, even with Tang Hao's ability to explode soul rings, logically speaking, he should have been in grave danger.
Yet somehow, despite sustaining serious injuries, Tang Hao managed to fight back and severely wound them. It's hard to comprehend. Though Tang Hao himself ended up with numerous hidden injuries."
Thoughts raced through Ye Wen's mind, but he paused mid-step.
According to the original story, without Bibi Dong's intervention, Qian Xunji shouldn't have died. If he survived, it could interfere with Ye Wen's plans.
Glancing at the stunningly beautiful Bibi Dong beside him, an idea formed in Ye Wen's mind.
"What if I send Bibi Dong?"
The thought barely surfaced before Ye Wen shook his head, dismissing it. Qian Xunji hadn't harmed Bibi Dong or forced her into committing patricide like in the original story—it would be too much to ask her to kill her teacher.
But if Qian Xunji survived, achieving Ye Wen's plan of secretly controlling the Spirit Hall would become far more complicated.
Bibi Dong, who was no longer the naive sweetheart she once was, seemed to sense Ye Wen's hesitation. With insight, she said,
"Are you asking me to take action against my teacher, Ye Wen?"
Because of Ye Wen's habitual neglect, his impression of Bibi Dong still lingered on the image of a pure, love-struck young woman.
"No, though we must act against Qian Xunji, it's not suitable for you since he was once your teacher."
Bibi Dong's tense expression softened slightly. She thought to herself, 'Ye Wen still cares for me.' To avoid putting him in a difficult position, she stepped forward and said,
"Let me handle it. Since the day he sent me to the Killing God City to eliminate me, our bond was severed.
Moreover, given my position, I'm the easiest to approach him and succeed. So, can you tell me your plan now, Ye Wen? I want to help you achieve your ideal world."
Looking into Bibi Dong's determined eyes, Ye Wen's heart trembled.
As their strength grew, many of the once-taboo ideas Ye Wen dared not speak aloud over the years had gradually been revealed to those around him. None failed to express admiration for his ideals.
"Have you really made up your mind? If you stain your hands with Qian Xunji's blood, your future will be irredeemable."
"For your distant ideal, I think a little bloodshed is worth it," Bibi Dong said softly.
Ye Wen sighed inwardly. Some people may appear gentle and charming on the surface, but once they set their minds on something, they are as stubborn as ten bulls. Bibi Dong was clearly one of those fiercely determined individuals.
In the secret chamber, the two discussed the details of the plan extensively.
Bibi Dong humbly discussed the intricacies, constantly leaning closer to Ye Wen. Unfortunately, Ye Wen remained oblivious, completely unaware of her intentions.
With the intelligence in hand, Bibi Dong set off.
This journey would likely keep her away from Tian Xing Academy for many years.
But even Ye Wen didn't notice that deep within Bibi Dong's eyes, a flicker of purplish-black light was shimmering.
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In an unknown small mountain village,
Inside a humble earthen house, a woman lay drenched in sweat on the bed, attended by a midwife.
Outside, Tang Hao stood solemnly, his gaze fixed on the three figures approaching from afar.
No words were needed; both sides already knew each other's identities.
"Ghost Douluo · Gui Mei
Chrysanthemum Douluo · Yue Guan
Angel Douluo · Qian Xunji
To deal with someone like me, a newly promoted Title Douluo, they've sent three Title Douluos. What a grand display," Tang Hao thought nervously.
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