Chu Xuan's Self-Created Soul Skill, Bibi Dong Arrives in Nuoding City

Chu Xuan's words made the two Titled Douluo exchange glances.

What they feared most was that the Pope still harbored feelings for Yu Xiaogang and would do something to displease the God Child.

If the God Child flew into a rage, the Pope would have a hard time.

She might even be stripped of her position as Pope.

They were deeply loyal to Bibi Dong, a loyalty cultivated over many years, so they naturally would not betray her.

So if the Pope really was deposed, they probably would not be able to remain in Spirit Hall either.

Now that the God Child had said this, they finally felt a little relieved.

At least the God Child was not angry.

As long as the Pope conducted herself well from here on, her position would be secure.

[Ding! God-Level Choice triggered. Please select one option!]

[Option one: Go to Nuoding City and witness Bibi Dong's awakening. Reward: Hundred-Thousand-Year Myriad Head Soul Bone!]

[Option two: Go to Nuoding City and praise Yu Xiaogang as an outstanding man of great talent. Reward: "Bootlickers Die a Miserable Death" title!]

Only two choices had been triggered.

He could make this choice with his eyes closed.

Who would've thought? The system really has it in for Yu Xiaogang.

Chu Xuan snickered to himself.

It had even come up with a title like "Bootlickers Die a Miserable Death." Wasn't it obvious it wanted him to choose the first option?

Hmm, what a thoughtful system.

The Hundred-Thousand-Year Myriad Head Soul Bone was a pretty good prize.

Once he gathered a complete set of Myriad Soul Bones, he believed the effect would be astonishing.

If it came with some kind of set bonus, wouldn't he soar straight into the heavens?

With his choice made, the next step was to head to Nuoding City.

"When is Bibi Dong setting out?"

"My lord God Child, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? All right, I'll go along and take a look."

"Yes!"

The two answered, then left for Pope Hall and told Bibi Dong about it.

They had worried that Bibi Dong would resist, but to their surprise, she was quite pleased instead.

"Excellent. The time has come to let the God Child witness my resolve!"

A sharp gleam flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

Chu Xuan was a super-powerful backer.

If she clung to him, he would be a great help in her bid to rule the entire Douluo Continent.

As long as Chu Xuan was willing, Spirit Hall could launch a war against the outside world outright.

On top of that, the gods stood behind Chu Xuan.

If she could spread word of that, the war Spirit Hall launched would be a just one.

After all, who would question the gods' decision?

To resist Spirit Hall would be to resist the gods-to be a Blasphemer.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, completely reassured.

It seemed their Pope had completely severed her ties of love and could no longer harbor any fantasies about Yu Xiaogang.

From now on, the Pope would surely focus on developing Spirit Hall.

Early the next morning, Chu Xuan arrived at Pope Hall.

Bibi Dong was already prepared.

For this trip to Nuoding City, she had not planned to bring many people.

Those who could accompany her were mostly elites, which would save them a great deal of travel time.

Bringing ordinary soldiers would only waste a lot of time for nothing.

All told, the group numbered only twenty.

But word of their trip to Nuoding City had already been sent to the Spirit Hall Branch there.

When they arrived, they could simply stay at the branch.

"My lord God Child, shall I carry you while I fly?"

As they prepared to leave, Bibi Dong asked the question cautiously.

Chu Xuan's talent was indeed terrifying, and he had the gods as his backing.

But for now, his strength was still relatively weak. His Soul Power was only at level forty-something, not enough for him to fly.

"Carry me? How were you planning to do that?"

Chu Xuan sized her up for a while. As things stood, it looked like they were planning to fly straight to Nuoding City.

"Well... I can hold you in my arms, my lord God Child."

Bibi Dong spoke softly.

She wanted to advance so badly!

If she served Chu Xuan well, no one would be able to shake her position in Spirit Hall.

As soon as Bibi Dong said that, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo hurriedly turned their heads away.

One looked at the sky, the other at the ground. It was a little awkward.

Your Holiness, even if you want to advance, you can't be this aggressive.

How old is the God Child?

He can't handle it. He really can't.

The corner of Chu Xuan's mouth twitched. He had not expected Bibi Dong to have such thoughts.

It was not a case of an old cow eating tender grass; she simply wanted to express her loyalty.

Letting her carry him would save him quite a bit of effort.

But he was a man. What would it look like if he let her hold him in her arms?

"No need. I can fly on my own."

"But you..."

Before she could finish, a pair of wings formed from Soul Power appeared behind Chu Xuan.

With a gentle flap, he was already airborne.

Bibi Dong's heart trembled. Was this Chu Xuan's Soul Skill?

"No need to stare. It's just a Self-Created Soul Skill. Let's go."

Chu Xuan looked down and saw that Bibi Dong seemed to be staring in a daze.

He had indeed created this pair of wings himself. It was not particularly difficult.

He was a transmigrator, after all, and he had a cheat as well.

Was creating a Soul Skill really that hard?

Besides, the Myriad Origin was special. As the origin of all things, it could naturally transform into all things.

The Soul Skill Wings of Gale consumed little Soul Power and was fast, making it ideal for travel.

Bibi Dong came to her senses and immediately led her people into the air, flying toward Nuoding City.

In just two days, they had arrived in Nuoding City.

Throughout the journey, Bibi Dong had stayed at Chu Xuan's side.

The more she watched, the more astonished she became.

He had used his Self-Created Soul Skill without stopping for a moment, and his speed was more than enough to keep up.

Most importantly, there was no sign whatsoever of his breathing becoming irregular.

He had not even consumed much Soul Power.

As expected, for a top-tier monster, anything could be accomplished with ease.

He could create a Soul Skill as easily as picking something up.

The person in charge of the Spirit Hall Branch in Nuoding City was a white-robed deacon, the lowest rank of Spirit Hall's management.

They were generally assigned to oversee small cities like Nuoding City.

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

The white-robed deacon lowered his head, his expression respectful.

"We'll be staying here for some time. Don't let word get out."

Bibi Dong's expression was calm, and the majesty befitting the Pope naturally emanated from her.

The white-robed deacon hurriedly agreed and prepared rooms for them to rest in.

Chu Xuan's room was right next to Bibi Dong's.

The white-robed deacon was puzzled when he saw Chu Xuan.

Why is there a young boy with them?

Forget it. People from Spirit City aren't for me to speculate about.

He was probably the child of some high-ranking member or the Pope's disciple.

Meanwhile, as soon as Yu Xiaogang returned to Nuoding Academy, he rushed back to his dormitory and shut the door.

Leaning against the door, he felt as though all the strength had left his body, and he collapsed to the floor.

"It's over, it's over. Why would Bibi Dong come to Nuoding City?"

His face was pale.

He had just gone out to buy some daily necessities, only to spot Bibi Dong on the street.

Although he had only caught a fleeting glimpse, he was certain he had not seen wrong.

That was Bibi Dong!

Bibi Dong's appearance in Nuoding City was definitely no coincidence.

He could not help thinking of Spirit Hall's earlier announcement.

Could it be that Bibi Dong had discovered the truth and come to Nuoding City to deal with him?

It was possible-very possible!

Otherwise, what would a Pope like her be doing here?

Right now, Bibi Dong was very likely to come looking for trouble with him. He had to think of something.

If all else failed, he could only leave and lie low until the storm passed.