330. Memory Stealing Method & Illusion Garment Pearl

"[Congratulations, Host! You’ve received the rewards: Memory Stealing Method and the Illusion Garment Pearl!]"

Just as Qian Renjue was about to check the descriptions of his new items, a warm embrace suddenly enveloped him from the side.

"Jue~ What are you still doing up?"

Bibi Dong wrapped her arms around Qian Renjue's neck, her voice tinged with drowsiness.

Qian Renjue opened his eyes. Turning slightly, his cheek pressed against her soft one.

"Nothing much; I’ll get some rest now."

He smiled helplessly, letting Bibi Dong guide him toward the bed. Embracing her, he slipped under the covers.

"Mmm."

Bibi Dong rested her head on his shoulder, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Even though she wasn’t used to being away from the bed or using anything other than a body pillow at the foot of the bed, she adjusted.

Qian Renjue held her slender waist, continuing to examine his newly acquired rewards.

[Memory Stealing Method]: A one-time divine ability targeting a soul master’s memories. To use, the target must first be unconscious. It allows the user to view selected fragments of the target's memory, with the depth dependent on the difference in mental strength between user and target.

[Illusion Garment Pearl]: A special soul guide tool. It has no offensive or additional defensive power but can transform into any clothing and repairs itself when damaged—an excellent tool for any journey!

Qian Renjue frowned slightly. The system’s rewards were indeed related to memories, but not quite what he wanted. As for the [Illusoion Garment Pearl], it seemed rather redundant.

"Memory Stealing? What am I supposed to do with that? Doesn’t seem very useful."

He murmured quietly to himself. If he hadn’t already obtained the Mysterious Heaven (Xuantian) Record, he might have considered using it on Tang San.

But now, with it in hand, he couldn’t think of an appropriate target.

As he pondered this, his violet eyes grew brighter with an idea.

"I’ve got it!"

Just as he spoke, Bibi Dong’s soft hand covered his lips, breaking his concentration.

Amused, Qian Renjue gently grasped her slender hand and tucked it back under the blanket. He lay beside her, closing his eyes.

With [Memory Theft], he’d already identified the perfect target. Now, he just needed to wait for the right opportunity to deal with them.


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In the morning, Bibi Dong, unusually, lingered in Qian Renjue’s embrace rather than training her Purple Demon Eyes. Only as mealtime approached did she reluctantly get up.

"Jue~" Bibi Dong yawned, nudging the still-resting Qian Renjue beside her.

"What were you mumbling about last night?"

Qian Renjue took her hand and chuckled. "I was just thinking about a gift for Mom."

"A gift?"

Her drowsiness waned as she perked up at his words.

Qian Renjue nodded slightly. "Yes, a gift for you, my sister, and the Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong couldn’t help but roll her eyes with a lazy smile. "Jue~ Your skill at pleasing me has certainly improved. You could’ve left out the last part, you know; that would’ve made me happier."

She bent down, cupping Qian Renjue’s cheeks, and playfully tousled his hair.

Qian Renjue lay there laughing as he watched her move behind the screen to change out of her nightgown.

"Oh, Jue, with the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament about a year away, how do you think the championship reward should be set?"

Her voice drifted from behind the screen. "Though it’s obvious the Spirit Hall will win, we still need to offer rewards."

Qian Renjue shielded his eyes from the light, contemplating with closed eyes. "Does Mom have any ideas?"

Bibi Dong emerged, giving him an exasperated look. "If I had ideas, why would I ask you?"

"Uh…" Qian Renjue paused, staring at the ceiling. He suggested, "What about hidden weapons, Mom? What do you think?"

"Hidden weapons?!"

Halfway to the bathroom, Bibi Dong turned to look at him.

"Tell me more; I’m listening."

With that, she stepped into the bathroom.

"Mhm."

Qian Renjue nodded thoughtfully, elaborating after a moment’s consideration. "We’ll just announce that the first-place prize is a weapon capable of injuring a Soul Elder or even a Soul King without soul power, and we’ll provide seven sets in total. Let them guess the rest."

"When did you learn to be so intimidating?" Bibi Dong’s lips curled into a smile. It was a clever idea—a way to showcase the Spirit Hall’s strength.

The hidden weapons’ unique traits would serve as a great selling point, while the limited quantity would leave others speculating.

"How is it intimidation? We’re just telling the truth."

Qian Renjue yawned and sat up, adjusting his clothes.

Bibi Dong chuckled. "Mom actually had a similar thought, but I was thinking of using you, my precious son, rather than hidden weapons."

"Me?" he asked, looking puzzled toward the bathroom.

He heard the faint sound of water, then her voice emerged after a long pause.

"Yes, you. Our Spirit Hall’s unparalleled genius and Holy Son."

Bibi Dong stepped out of the bathroom as she finished speaking. Qian Renjue stood, placing his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to the vanity.

As he picked up her soft hair, he asked, "Are you suggesting I showcase my skills in the tournament?"

"Exactly," Bibi Dong nodded with a smile. "With your level of mastery, no one would stand a chance, even if you don’t use your spirit power."

"You focus on winning; they’ll focus on guessing."

"Otherwise, the most powerful Spirit Hall prodigy might not have much presence."

With a playful grin, she picked up her eyebrow pencil, seemingly envisioning her son basking in admiration.

Qian Renjue laughed, taking the comb she handed him. "Then I’ll leave the arrangements to you, Mom. I won’t disappoint you."

"You’ve never disappointed me."

Resting her chin in her hand, she smiled warmly at her son’s reflection in the mirror.

As if recalling something, he added, "By the way, Mom, I only need to participate in this tournament, right?"

"Of course. We wouldn’t want to crush everyone’s spirit, would we?"

She had already thought it through—one display of dominance was enough. Afterward, he could maintain an air of mystery.

In six years, she planned to entrust the next tournament to Qian Renjue to oversee.