Chapter 330: The Way to Steal Memories, Thousand Illusion Neon Clothes Pearl
[Congratulations, Host, you have received the rewards: The Way to Steal Memories, Thousand Illusion Neon Clothes Pearl!]
Qian Renxue was just about to check the introductions of the two items when a soft, warm embrace suddenly came from his side.
"Jue~ What are you still doing?"
Bibidong hugged Qian Renxue's neck, her voice carrying a hint of sleepiness.
Qian Renxue opened his eyes.
He turned slightly and his face pressed against her delicate cheek.
"It's nothing, I'm going to rest now."
Qian Renxue smiled helplessly.
Following Bibidong's lead, he hurried towards the head of the bed, embraced her delicate body, and lay down in the quilt.
"Mm."
Bibidong leaned on Qian Renxue's shoulder and closed her eyes sleepily.
It would have been fine if they weren't on the bed.
But it was really uncomfortable not being able to use the bolster when it was clearly at the end of the bed.
Especially for Bibidong, who was already used to it.
Qian Renxue hugged her slender waist and continued to check the rewards he had just received from opening the box.
[The Way to Steal Memories]: A one-time divine power, targeting the memories of soul masters. Before use, the target must be unconscious. It can view specific fragments of the target's memory, the degree of detail depending on the difference in mental strength between the user and the target.
[Thousand Illusion Neon Clothes Pearl]: A special soul tool, with no attack power and does not provide additional defense bonuses. It can transform into any physical clothing, and can be repaired automatically after the clothing is damaged. It is a must-have for home travel!
Qian Renxue frowned slightly.
The things the system gave him were really related to memories, but they weren't what he wanted.
As for the so-called [Thousand Illusion Neon Clothes Pearl].
It was really a bit of a burden.
"The Way to Steal Memories? What do I need this for... It doesn't seem to be useful."
Qian Renxue murmured very softly.
If he hadn't obtained the Xuan Tian Treasure Record, he might have used it on Tang San...
But he already had it now.
He couldn't find a suitable target for this divine power either.
Thinking of this.
Qian Renxue's purple eyes did not dim, but instead became brighter.
"Got it!"
Pfft!
Before Qian Renxue could finish speaking.
Bibidong's soft hand covered his lips, interrupting his thoughts.
Qian Renxue's face was filled with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
He raised his hand, pinched her slender hand, and stuffed it back into the quilt.
He turned sideways and embraced her delicate body.
He closed his eyes.
He had already found a suitable target for this memory-targeting divine power, [The Way to Steal Memories].
He was just waiting to solve him along the way.
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In the morning.
Bibidong didn't get up to practice Purple Demon Eyes, rarely lazing in Qian Renxue's arms.
It wasn't until it was almost time for breakfast that she reluctantly got up.
"Jue~\
,"Bibidong yawned and nudged Qian Renxue, who was still lying next to her.
"What were you mumbling about last night?"
Qian Renxue took Bibidong's delicate hand.
He chuckled: "I was just thinking about some happy things, a gift for Mom."
"Gift?"
Hearing Qian Renxue's words.
Bibidong, who was still a little sleepy, immediately perked up.
Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
"Yes, a gift for Mom, for Sister, and also for the Spirit Hall."
Hearing this.
Bibidong couldn't help but lazily roll her eyes.
"Jue~ Your ability to make Mom happy has improved."
"You can leave out the last sentence in the future, Mom would be even happier."
Bibidong bent down.
She reached out and cupped Qian Renxue's cheeks, rubbing them randomly.
"…"
Qian Renxue lay flat and smiled.
He watched Bibidong get up and walk behind the screen, changing out of her nightgown.
"By the way, Jue, in about a year or so, the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament will begin. What do you think the reward for the champion should be?"
Bibidong's voice came from behind the screen.
"Although the championship undoubtedly belongs to our Spirit Hall, the rewards that should be given still need to be given."
Qian Renxue raised his hand to block the light, closed his eyes, and said quietly:
"Doesn't Mom have any ideas?"
Bibidong walked out from behind the screen with a graceful figure.
She looked at Qian Renxue and said unhappily: "If Mom had an idea, why would I ask you?"
"Uh—"
Qian Renxue was stunned, staring at the ceiling.
He frowned and suggested: "What does Mom think of those hidden weapons?"
"Hidden weapons?!"
Bibidong, who was about to enter the bathroom, looked back at Qian Renxue.
"Tell me more, Mom is listening."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Bibidong threw herself into the bathroom.
"Mm."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
After thinking for a moment, he slowly explained:
"We are only responsible for announcing to the outside world that the first place prize is a weapon that does not require soul power to drive and can kill Soul Sects and even Soul Kings, a total of seven sets, let them guess the rest."
"When did Jue learn to scare people?"
A smile溢出from the corner of Bibidong's mouth.
This was indeed a good idea, which could well show off her strength to all parties.
The characteristics of hidden weapons were a good selling point.
And the number of seven sets was worth their careful consideration.
Could the Spirit Hall mass-produce this weapon?
"How could this be scaring people? We are telling the truth."
Qian Renxue yawned and slowly sat up.
He glanced at the red seal on his shoulder.
He reached out and pulled up half of his clothes, which were about to slip to his waist.
"Haha."
Bibidong chuckled.
"Mom actually has a similar idea, but not by making a fuss about hidden weapons, but with my precious son."
"Me?"
Qian Renxue put on his shoes and looked at the bathroom in confusion.
Only a few sounds of water came from inside.
After a long time.
Bibidong's voice rang out again.
"Yes, it's you. Our Spirit Hall's peerless genius, the Holy Son."
After saying that.
Bibidong had already stepped out of the bathroom.
Qian Renxue stood up.
He stepped forward and pressed on Bibidong's rounded shoulders, pressing her in front of the dressing table.
He reached out and picked up her smooth hair.
"Mom means to let me show them a thing or two at this Soul Master Competition?!"
"That's right."
Bibidong smiled and nodded slightly.
"With Jue's cultivation, going to the ring, even without using a martial soul, no one is your opponent."
"Jue is responsible for winning, and they are responsible for guessing."
"Otherwise, you, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, as the genius of the most powerful force, would be too unremarkable."
Bibidong held a eyebrow pencil in her hand and gestured twice.
It seemed that she had already seen her precious son, the appearance of being admired by thousands of people.
Qian Renxue couldn't help but smile.
He took the comb handed over by Bibidong.
He said softly: "Then let Mom arrange it, I won't let you down."
"Jue has never disappointed Mom."
Bibidong held her chin and stared at the golden-haired and purple-eyed boy in the mirror with a smile.
Qian Renxue had a gentle smile on his face.
As if thinking of something.
He added: "By the way, Mom, I should only participate in this Soul Master Competition, right?"
"Of course, otherwise wouldn't it kill them?"
Bibidong had already considered this.
It was enough to abuse the rookies once, and then maintain a sense of mystery.
In addition, she wanted to hand over the Soul Master Competition more than six years later.
Let Qian Renxue preside over it.
I wish you all a happy life!
