Bibi Dong's fury exploded like a storm. Her exquisite face twisted with rage, eyes blazing fiercely as she clenched her silver teeth and let out a low, guttural roar—like a beast from the depths of hell.
In one swift motion, she raised her right hand, gripping tightly the magnificent staff that symbolized her supreme authority.
The staff seemed to transform into a deadly weapon of wrath, shimmering with a chilling, intimidating light. As she unleashed her power, an overwhelming aura radiated from her, pressing down so heavily that even Qian Renxue's lips bled.
At that moment, Qian Renxue's resolve only hardened further—no mother, no family but her grandfather and Batian, who would forever remain her love.
"You… just watch your own fate!" Bibi Dong gritted her teeth. She had hoped to mend their broken bond, but Qian Renxue's rejection left her bitter and cold.
Without another word, Bibi Dong turned and left. Soon after, Qian Renxue was joined by Qian Daoliu, who had arrived earlier but held back, fearing conflict between mother and daughter.
He sighed softly, looking at Qian Renxue's reddened eyes. "Xiao Xue, she is still your mother."
"She's not my mother!" Qian Renxue roared, voice trembling with pain and defiance.
…
Meanwhile, in Star Soul Village, at the Shiba family home…
With the Supreme Bone martial soul and a rare innate Spirit Power of level 30, Shi Hao was already beyond legendary—undeniably have the potential to be one of the strongest Spirit Masters on Douluo Continent.
But the real shock was yet to come.
Suddenly, Shi Hao shouted in surprise, "Dad… what's this? It's all black and shiny… looks kinda fun!"
Shi Batian looked down and saw three pitch-black spirit rings forming beneath Shi Hao's feet.
He gasped. "Those are three ten-thousand-year spirit rings—and they're self-generated!!"
"This is insane… so unfair!" Shi Batian lamented bitterly.
Just days ago, when his own spirit power hit level ten, he had risked his life just to snatch a hundred-year-old spirit ring.
But now, his son had three, and they were all ten-thousand-year spirit rings. Truly infuriating!
Still, despite his envy, Shi Batian felt nothing but joy for his child.
"This has never happened to any other Spirit Master. It means Shi Hao can generate spirit rings on his own—no need to hunt spirit beasts. His cultivation speed will skyrocket."
"This… this is unbelievable!"
Shi Batian muttered to himself. Shi Hao blinked with innocent curiosity and tugged at his father's arm.
"Dad, what's a ten-thousand-year spirit ring?"
"Dad… tell me quickly!"
Shi Batian chuckled and patiently explained, "These black rings at your feet give you three powerful skills. You'll learn to use them yourself and become strong."
"Spirit rings come in different tiers: white for ten years, yellow for a hundred, purple for a thousand, black for ten thousand, and the legendary red spirit rings that are a hundred thousand years old… your black rings are the second strongest!"
He pinched Shi Hao's chubby cheeks affectionately.
"You're already stronger than Dad, and soon you'll be protecting me."
Shi Hao grinned, patting his dad's arm. "Good! I'll protect Dad!"
Just as Shi Batian was about to say more, his expression suddenly changed.
He felt a surge of pure, overwhelming spirit power rising inside him—growing visibly by the second. Blink by blink, his spirit power jumped from level 12 to 13… then 14… 15… accelerating rapidly, and it wasn't stopping.
"What… is going on?"
Though baffled, Shi Batian quickly sat cross-legged to absorb the flood of energy.
Shi Hao, sensing his dad's change, sat beside him, determined to "guard" him.
Half an hour later, Shi Batian's eyes snapped open, shining bright.
He stood and clenched his fists, smiling broadly.
He had broken through to spirit power level 21—leaping nine levels at once!
But that wasn't all.
Suddenly, two deep purple spirit rings appeared at his feet—thousand-year spirit rings, formed without hunting a beast.
"Could it be that as these little gourds grow, they're feeding back power to me? My body has improved enough to withstand higher-level spirit rings now."
Shi Batian wasn't foolish. He had witnessed the strange power of the gourd vines and wasn't shocked.
Sitting back down, he reflected on his rapid progress. The spirit power boost was roughly one-seventh the growth rate of the seven little gourds.
"So… once all seven of my little gourds are born, my spirit power will average theirs?"
His eyes sparkled with renewed determination. Taking care of these little ones meant he'd become strong enough to bring Xiao Xue back and reunite the family.
He believed that day would come.
Suddenly, a crunching noise came from nearby.
Shi Hao's mouth was stuffed full, cheeks bulging like a little squirrel.
"Xiao Hao… what are you eating?"
Panicked, Shi Batian rushed over and saw bits of gourd shell stuck at the corner of his son's mouth—and in his hand, pieces of the shell he had once forbidden him to eat.
"Dad… I'm hungry. I'm really hungry!"
Shi Hao's face scrunched up in misery.
Shi Batian sighed in pity.
"You can drink milk… go ahead, there's plenty of it!"
Nearby, the White Tiger and the Flame Phoenix exchanged bewildered glances.
If they could speak, they'd be cursing—how could this kid drink so much beast milk?
They felt drained after days of feeding him.
This little guy really wasn't human.
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