Dumplings Are Delicious

Ye Feng held Bibi Dong's hands and replied, "I'm just trying to help you."

"You're not helping me, you're stopping me." Bibi Dong angrily shook off Ye Feng's hand.

"No, I'm trying to help you," Ye Feng retorted.

"This is utterly unreasonable."

"Dong'er, I ask you. What exactly ruined you?"

"Who else could it be but that beast? And the Qian Family's influence?"

"No. You're wrong. What ruined you was the system of this society. You shouldn't just hate Qian Xunji, but the system of this society. As long as nobles exist in this society, and everything is dominated by large families, then there will be more people with tragic fates like yours. As long as the lives of ordinary people are not valued; as long as the laws of this society continue to serve the nobles; as long as ordinary people have no voice in society, then there will be a second Bibi Dong, a third Bibi Dong, a fourth Bibi Dong... Therefore, you should not only hate Qian Xunji, nor the Qian Family, nor even the Soul Master World, but the mechanism of this society." Ye Feng answered in detail.

"As long as the lives of ordinary people are not valued, as long as the laws of this society continue to serve the nobility, as long as ordinary people have no voice in society, then there will be a second me, a third me, a fourth me...?" Bibi Dong murmured, repeating herself. She fell into deep thought, pondering whether Ye Feng's words made sense.

"Mm." Ye Feng nodded.

Ye Feng did not disturb Bibi Dong because he knew that Bibi Dong needed time to process what he had said.

Bibi Dong felt that Ye Feng's words were very true.

She felt that if the law could be effective, and not just serve a select few, especially the nobility, then even if Qian Xunji had defiled her, he would still be punished by law.

Ultimately, her tragic past was a consequence of this flawed social mechanism.

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment, then turned around, stared at Ye Feng, and asked, "Are you willing to help me?"

"As long as you don't actively destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and don't initiate war, I'm willing to help you. I'll do my best to build a healthier, more harmonious, and happier society," Ye Feng replied to Bibi Dong in a serious tone.

"If we don't start a war, will those nobles, those sects, and especially the Two Great Empires agree?" Bibi Dong asked skeptically.

Ye Feng wants to reform, but that's a revolution! He wants to overthrow the nobles, the sects, and the Two Great Empires.

It's easy to imagine that they would absolutely not agree. Therefore, war is the only means to achieve our goal.

Bibi Dong believed that trying to change the mechanisms of society without waging war was utterly a pipe dream. It was impossible.

"Let's try diplomacy first, then force. If they don't agree, then war will be the only option. However, I still hope to minimize the damage to living beings. Ideally, we should realize this dream after we become gods," Ye Feng said.

"Mm." Bibi Dong nodded in agreement.

Ultimately, she was still the same Saintess she once was. Ultimately, her heart was still kind.

Bibi Dong ultimately accepted Ye Feng's request and refrained from launching the Soul Extinction Operation. She stared intently at Ye Feng, paused, and asked, "Do you despise me now?"

"What do you dislike about me?" Ye Feng asked, puzzled.

"You despise my body for being unclean." Bibi Dong lowered her head, her voice weak, and dared not meet Ye Feng's eyes.

Ye Feng paused for a moment. He reached out and flicked Bibi Dong's forehead.

"Ouch."

Bibi Dong touched her aching forehead and looked at Ye Feng with a mournful expression.

"Dong'er, have you heard this saying before?" Ye Feng asked.

"What did you say?" Bibi Dong asked, puzzled.

"Nothing tastes better than dumplings, and nothing's more fun than your sister-in-law. It's precisely because you used to be someone else's wife that men find you even more appealing," Ye Feng said with a mischievous smile.

"Well!"

Bibi Dong stared blankly at Ye Feng.

"Tell me, would I still find you unattractive now?" Ye Feng chuckled, extending a finger to lift Bibi Dong's chin. He smiled mischievously, "Besides, you're still so beautiful. You can be described as still charming and alluring. You're no less beautiful than a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in her prime."

"Thank you." Bibi Dong smiled happily.

A woman dresses up for the man she loves.

Bibi Dong said that she was no exception to the custom.

She paused, recalling what Ye Feng had just said, and was taken aback. She laughed and scolded, "Oh, so you're really that bad. You actually like keeping other men's wives! Spying on other people's wives!"

Hehe~

Ye Feng made no attempt to hide his smugness, laughing, "Men, you know what I mean. Besides, women love bad boys. Between you and me, we love each other. Who can say anything? Don't you think so?"

As Ye Feng spoke, he suddenly pulled Bibi Dong into his arms. Before Bibi Dong could react, his lips were already attacking Bibi Dong pretty face.

Pope Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, Flender, Sword Saint Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi, Xiao Wu, and others had been waiting for a long time. Some of them pressed their ears against the door, but couldn't hear anything from inside. They could only faintly hear panting sounds.

"What are they doing in there?" Ghost Douluo asked Gui Mei, pressing his ear against the Yue Guan.

"I can't tell." Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan frowned, looked at Xiao Wu, and asked, "Tell me, what did the Pope say to you inside? She and Ye Feng have been inside for so long, how come there hasn't been a sound?"

"You can ask her what I told her yourself later," Xiao Wu said coldly.

"Then what were she and Ye Feng doing inside?" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan asked with concern.

"I don't know. Ye Feng said he had something to talk to her about alone," Xiao Wu replied truthfully.

"How come there's been no movement inside for half an hour?" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan questioned.

"How would I know?" Xiao Wu glared at Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.

Just then, Bibi Dong's voice came from the Great Hall.

"Stop arguing, come in, everyone."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, Sword Saint Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi, and others all entered the Pope Hall.

Inside the Great Hall of the Pope Hall, Bibi Dong sat on a throne with Seven-Level Steps. Ye Feng stood below the steps.

Everyone stared at Bibi Dong and Ye Feng.

A wisp of hair clung to Bibi Dong's forehead, while Ye Feng was impeccably dressed. Bibi Dong's face was flushed, but Ye Feng's lips maintained a satisfied smile.

"Ye Feng, everyone's here. I'm entrusting all eleven of them to you," Bibi Dong said with a smile.

"What, Dong'er? What do you mean by that? You've handed all eleven of them over to me?" Ye Feng was taken aback as he scanned the eleven participating team members from the Spirit Hall Academy, including Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, Zhang Ping, and Xu Yu.