An Unrivaled Empress Who Commands the Mountains and Rivers

Ye Han hummed a little tune, a brilliant smile on his face, and strolled home with the swagger of someone who recognized no relatives.

On the way, he spotted someone selling candied hawthorn skewers and immediately walked over.

Then, looking at the candied hawthorn skewer in his hand, Ye Han felt awkward.

A dignified Soul Emperor had actually made a fool of himself over a few silver coins. Who would believe that if he told them?

Ye Han regretted it a little. Why hadn't he kept some private money for himself?

Why did he have to hand all his money over to his wives?

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets.

Under the old man's puzzled gaze, Ye Han grew even more embarrassed and wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

After thinking for a moment, cold air gathered in his other hand, and a small blue ice-crystal figurine quickly appeared.

"Sorry, I left in a hurry and didn't bring any money. I'll trade this for it." As he spoke, Ye Han handed over the ice-crystal figurine.

An ice-crystal doll made from Ultimate Ice would not melt in heat or be damaged by water. It could be preserved for ten thousand years without any problem. If there was an ice-attribute soul master in the household, carrying the doll could even speed up cultivation and improve the quality of their Martial Soul to a certain extent.

The old man was no fool and recognized its value. After hesitating for a moment, he directly handed all the candied hawthorn skewers in his hand to Ye Han.

"Take all the candied hawthorn skewers. Don't say I'm taking advantage of you. A deal is something both parties agree to, and this doll belongs to me now." As he spoke, the old man snatched the ice-crystal figurine from Ye Han's hand, as though afraid Ye Han would change his mind.

The ice-crystal figurine felt cool in his hand, but it was not biting cold. Instead, it felt extremely comfortable, like taking a cool bath on a scorching summer day, leaving one refreshed and clear-headed.

The old man's eyes lit up even more.

Ye Han shook his head with a smile, carrying a bundle of candied hawthorn skewers on his shoulder. Whenever he encountered children on the road, he gave one away if they liked it.

By the time he reached home, only three remained in his hand.

"Wives, I'm back."

Standing at the entrance, Ye Han called out softly.

Two graceful figures, one dressed in white and the other in green, hurried into view with elegant steps.

Ye Han opened his arms and embraced his wives, kissing each of them on the cheek. "Here, these are for you."

No woman could refuse food that looked so cute, had such bright colors, and tasted sweet and sour.

When the two saw the food, each immediately gave Ye Han a fragrant kiss. Only then did they open their mouths and wait for him to feed them.

As the brightly colored fruit entered two pink cherry lips, Ye Han suddenly had wicked thoughts.

He swept both women into his arms and carried them into the room.

Ye Qingxin was cultivating. Seeing Ye Han rush into the room in such a hurry and head straight for the bed without saying a word, her exquisite face flushed crimson. She could not help but spit softly in embarrassment and ended her cultivation.

She was very self-aware, because she knew that even if she kept cultivating, she would still be roused by him.

Spirit Hall.

Papal Hall, council chamber.

Wearing the Nine Curves Purple-Gold Crown, holding the Brilliant Gold Scepter that symbolized her status, and dressed in a golden ceremonial gown, the breathtakingly beautiful female Pope sat high upon the throne. Her gaze was icy, her expression majestic as she looked down upon the two people below.

The silent yet powerful aura made the two below tremble uncontrollably.

"Keep looking. Dead or alive, I want to see her." Just as the two Ghost Chrysanthemum Titled Douluo were on the verge of collapse, the female Pope on the throne finally spoke.

That cold voice carried no emotion whatsoever. It made the two Titled Douluo's hearts tremble, yet they could not help but feel slightly relieved.

A silent Pope was the most terrifying kind.

"Yes!"

The two accepted the order and swiftly departed, not daring to delay in the slightest.

"Phew! Old Ghost, the Pope is too terrifying. It hasn't even been that long, but I feel like she wouldn't need to lift a finger to kill me. Her aura alone could blast me into pieces." After leaving the Papal Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan could not help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead as he complained to his close friend.

Ghost Douluo said nothing. His body beneath the black robe was still trembling.

At that moment, he had truly felt death.

"Let's go. If we still can't find that girl, the two of us probably won't survive either." After a long while, Gui Mei finally calmed the trembling in his heart and spoke quietly.

"I really wonder how those people at the Worship Hall do their jobs. How could they lose a living person?" Yue Guan could not help complaining.

"Enough. If those people from the Worship Hall hear that, the two of us will be in for a beating." Gui Mei said.

Just as his words fell, a figure radiating boundless golden light appeared before them.

That terrifying sacred aura was too much for Gui Mei to bear. He immediately dropped to his knees.

"Gui Mei pays respects to the Grand Worshipper."

Gui Mei spoke respectfully.

The suppression from their attributes left him unable to summon even the slightest thought of resistance.

"Yue Guan pays respects to the Grand Worshipper."

Yue Guan bowed respectfully. However, compared to Gui Mei, his attitude was worlds apart.

"Get lost. If you can't find Xue Er, I'll personally twist off your heads."

The Grand Worshipper's aged face was twisted with rage. If Gui Mei and Yue Guan still had not been useful, Qian Daoliu would have twisted off their heads right then and there over what they had just said.

"Yes!"

Gui Mei and Yue Guan dared not say another word as they rose into the air and flew away.

The Grand Worshipper looked toward the Papal Hall and strode toward it.

"Bibi Dong, why aren't you searching for Xue Er?" Qian Daoliu asked coldly as he looked at the beautiful woman seated steadily upon the throne, completely ignoring him.

Hatred filled his heart!

If this woman had not given him such a fine granddaughter, he would have ground her bones to dust long ago.

"You should know why you've been allowed to live until now. If anything happens to Xue Er, you will be buried with her as well. Now, immediately, get out there and find her. If you can't find her, pick out a graveyard and bury yourself."

"You're noisy."

Bibi Dong raised her head and casually swept Qian Daoliu a glance, as though looking at an ant.

"Y-you, what did you say?"

Qian Daoliu was stunned, wondering if he had misheard.

Had this woman gone mad?

How dare she?

How dare she speak to him like that?

"Go back to your Worship Hall. This is the Papal Hall, not a place where you can run wild."

Bibi Dong slowly rose from the throne. She stood only a little over one hundred and sixty centimeters tall, and compared to the average height of women on the Douluo Continent, she was not particularly outstanding.

Yet her legs were straight and slender, and her body proportions were utterly flawless, without a single imperfection.

Looking down at Qian Daoliu, a chilling light flashed in her eyes.

Surging killing intent swept through the hall. She looked at Qian Daoliu as though he were already dead and slowly said, "Qian Daoliu, the greatest mistake you made in your life was not killing me back then."

"If I didn't do it back then, it's not too late now," Qian Daoliu said.

Soul Rings lit up around the two of them, one after another.

Around Qian Daoliu, nine Soul Rings appeared in succession: black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red. All of them surpassed their normal age limits, and the immense pressure they radiated made people afraid to look directly at him.

Yet Bibi Dong's Soul Ring configuration was no weaker than his. She too possessed nine Soul Rings: black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red.

"Is this your reliance?" Qian Daoliu sneered. Though somewhat surprised, he was far more dismissive.

But in the next instant, his expression changed.

Bibi Dong's Martial Soul behind her seemed to flicker for a moment. That brief flicker made Qian Daoliu's face change dramatically, and he cried out in shock, "Impossible!"

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened in fury, his vision filled entirely with red, his face full of disbelief.

For a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo to be shocked to this extent, the severity of the matter was obvious.

"Impossible? I thought so too. But I succeeded. Back then, I devoured your son. Today, you won't survive either." Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu, her face remaining expressionless.

"Bibi Dong, you're courting death! Don't think a pile of hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings makes you invincible. Today, I'll show you that the dignity of an Ultimate Douluo cannot be challenged."

Qian Daoliu roared, so furious that he nearly exploded.

All this time, he had deceived himself, telling himself that his son's death had been caused by the Clear Sky Sect.

But today, Bibi Dong's words were equivalent to tearing open the scar in Qian Daoliu's heart and rubbing salt into the wound.

Pain!

Heart-wrenching pain!

He could no longer suppress the killing intent in his heart.

With a thunderous boom, the angel phantom behind him merged directly with his body.

Right from the start, Qian Daoliu used Martial Soul Possession.

Fifth Soul Skill, Angel's Sword.

The speed unleashed by an enraged Ultimate Douluo was simply terrifying.

With a slight flutter of the six wings behind him, he arrived beside Bibi Dong in the blink of an eye.

The golden longsword tore through space and shot straight toward Bibi Dong's brow.

Qian Daoliu showed no mercy. Like an assassin, he went straight for a killing blow.

However, his expression changed.

The sword was only inches from Bibi Dong's brow. With the slightest push forward, it could pierce her forehead, destroy her sea of consciousness, and scatter her soul.

Yet those few inches had become an insurmountable chasm. Qian Daoliu exerted all his strength, but he could not advance even a fraction.

"Get lost."

Bibi Dong slightly raised her head. Blood-red light flickered in her eyes as her red lips parted, softly uttering a single word.

Boom!

An indescribably powerful aura burst directly from her body.

Pfft!

Qian Daoliu felt as though his chest had been struck by an ancient demonic bull. His body flew backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Before the throne stood the female Pope, as immovable as a divine emperor of the Nine Heavens. Looking down upon all directions, her luxurious golden ceremonial gown fluttered without wind. An unrivaled empress, commanding the mountains and rivers.

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