Chapter 330: Stealing Memories, Thousand Illusionary Colorful Pearls
[Congratulations to the host, you have received the rewards: The Art of Stealing Memory, Thousand Illusionary Colorful Pearls! ]

Qian Renjue was just about to check the introduction of the two items.

Suddenly, a warm embrace came from my side.

"Ze~ What are you still doing?"

Bibi Dong hugged Qian Renjue's neck, her voice sounding a little tired.

Qian Renjue opened his eyes.

Glancing slightly to the side, his eyes met those delicate cheeks.

"Nothing, I'll just rest now."

Qian Renjue smiled helplessly.

Following Bibi Dong's force, he rushed to the head of the bed, hugged that delicate body, and lay down in the quilt.

"Ah."

Bibi Dong leaned on Qian Renjue's shoulder and closed her eyes in a daze.

It doesn't matter if it's not in bed.

But there is a pillow at the end of the bed but I can't use it, which is really uncomfortable.

Especially for Bibi Dong who has become accustomed to it.

Qian Renjue hugged that slender waist and continued to check the rewards he had just unpacked.

[The Art of Stealing Memory]: A one-time magical power that targets the memory of a soul master. The other party must lose consciousness before use. The user can then view specified fragments of the other party's memory. The specific degree of stealing depends on the difference in mental strength between the user and the other party.

[Thousand Illusionary Colorful Clothes Beads]: A special soul guide, no attack power, no additional defense bonus. Can be transformed into any physical clothing, and can repair itself after the clothing is damaged. It is a must-have for home and travel!
Qian Renjue frowned slightly.

What the system gave him was indeed related to memory, but it was not what he wanted.

As for that [Thousand Illusions Colorful Pearl].

It's really useless.

"There is a way to steal memories? Why do I need this thing? It seems that I can't use it."

Qian Renjue uttered an extremely soft whisper.

If he hadn't obtained the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, he might have used it on Tang San.
But he has it now.

I can’t find a suitable target to use this magical power.

Think of this.
Qian Renjue's purple eyes did not dim, but became brighter.

"Have it!"

puff!
Qian Renjue hadn't finished speaking yet.

Bibi Dong's soft hands covered his lips, interrupting his thoughts.
Qian Renjue didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He raised his hand, grasped the slender hand, and tucked it back into the quilt.

He turned sideways and hugged that delicate body.

Closed his eyes.

He has found a suitable person to use this magical power of [Stealing Memory] on memory.

Just waiting to get rid of him along the way.

----

morning.

Bibi Dong did not get up to practice the Purple Demon Pupil, and rarely stayed in Qian Ren Jue's arms.

He got up reluctantly only when it was almost time for dinner.

"Absolutely~"

Bibi Dong yawned and pushed Qian Renjue who was still lying next to her.

"What were you mumbling about last night?"

Qian Renjue held Bibi Dong's beautiful hand.

He chuckled and said, "I just thought of something happy, a gift for my mother."

"Gift?"

Hearing Qian Renjue’s words.

Bibi Dong, who was still a little sleepy, immediately became more energetic.

Qian Renjue nodded slightly.

"Yes, it's for mom, sister, and also for the Spirit Hall."

Hear the words.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but rolled her eyes lazily.

"Your ability to make your mother happy has improved."

"You can skip the last sentence in the future. Mom will be happier that way."

Bibi Dong bent down.

He reached out and held Qian Renjue's cheek, rubbing it roughly.

"..."

Qian Renjue lay flat and smiled.

I watched Bibi Dong get up and walk behind the screen to change out of her nightgown.

"By the way, Jue, the Continental Elite Spirit Master Competition will begin in about a year. What do you think the reward for the champion should be?"

Bibi Dong's voice came from behind the screen. "Although the champion is undoubtedly our Wuhun Hall, the rewards must still be distributed."

Qian Renjue raised his hand to block the light, closed his eyes, and said faintly:
"Don't you have any ideas, Mom?"

Bibi Dong walked out from behind the screen gracefully.

Looking at Qian Renjue, she said unhappily, "If mom has any ideas, why would she ask you?"

"Uh--"

Qian Renjue was stunned and stared at the ceiling.

Frowning, he suggested, "What do you think of those hidden weapons, Mom?"

"hidden weapon?!"

Bibi Dong, who was about to walk into the bathroom, turned around and looked at Qian Renjue.

"Tell me more specifically, Mom is listening."

The words fell.

Bibi Dong went into the bathroom.

"Ah."

Qian Renjue nodded slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he said:
"We are only responsible for announcing that the first prize is a weapon that can kill Soul Sect members and even Soul Kings without the need for soul power. There are seven sets in total. Let them guess the others."

"When did Zetsu learn to scare people?"

A smile appeared on Bibi Dong's lips.

This is indeed a good idea, and it can show off its muscles to all parties.
The hidden weapon feature is a great selling point.

There are seven sets in total, and this number is worth their careful consideration.

Can the Spirit Hall mass-produce this kind of weapon?
"How can this be scary? We are just telling the truth."

Qian Renjue yawned and slowly sat up.

Glancing at the red seal on his shoulder.

He stretched out his hand and pulled up the half of his clothing that was about to slip down to his waist.

"Ha ha."

Bibi Dong chuckled.

"Mom actually had a similar idea, but instead of using hidden weapons, I used my precious son."

"I?"

Qian Renjue put on his shoes and looked towards the bathroom in confusion.

There was only some sound of water coming from inside.

Yoshihisa
Bibi Dong's voice sounded again.

"Yes, it's you. Your Highness, the peerless genius of our Spirit Hall."

Done.

Bibi Dong had already stepped out of the bathroom.

Qian Renjue stood up.

He walked forward, held Bibi Dong's round shoulders, and pressed her in front of the dressing table.

Reach out and hold up the soft hair.

"Mom, do you want me to show them my skills at this Soul Master Competition?!"

"Yes."

Bibi Dong smiled and nodded slightly.

"With your extraordinary cultivation, no one can be your opponent in the ring, even without using your martial spirit."

"No one is responsible for winning, they are responsible for guessing."

"Otherwise, you, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, as a genius of the most powerful force, would have too little sense of existence."

Bibi Dong held the eyebrow pencil in her hand and gestured twice.

It was as if he had already seen his beloved son, admired by thousands of people.

Qian Renjue couldn't help laughing.

I took the comb that Bibi Dong handed over.
She said softly, "Then let mom arrange it. I won't let you down."

"I have never let my mother down."

Bibi Dong held her chin in her hands, staring at the blond-haired, purple-eyed boy in the mirror with a smile.

Qian Renjue had a gentle smile on his face.

Seems like he thought of something.
He added: "By the way, Mom, I should just participate in this Soul Master Competition, right?"

"Of course, otherwise they would be beaten to death, right?"

Bibi Dong had considered this a long time ago.

It's enough to bully the weak one just once, and then keep the mystery afterwards.

In addition, she wanted to hold the Soul Master Competition six years later.
Let Qian Renjue host it.

　I wish you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)