Bibi Dong's Killing Intent

"Slander!"

"Dean, he's slandering me!!"

Vice Dean Zhang was so anxious he nearly jumped to his feet. His face was full of fury, but his eyes were filled with panic.

The Old Dean ignored him, merely emphasizing over and over, "The report must be detailed! Detailed! Even more detailed!"

Vice Dean Zhang looked utterly miserable.

The Academy Director was smug, his face glowing with pride.

On the arena.

Lin Tianyi looked at Bai Xuan, who was trembling all over and had lost every trace of his earlier fighting spirit. The corner of his lips curled slightly.

"Didn't you want to fight me? Why are you shaking all over now? Don't tell me you're scared."

At those words, Bai Xuan's face flushed red. He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, barely managing to stop his body from trembling.

His voice still quivered slightly as he said, "Who... who's scared? I'm not scared. Fight!!"

As he spoke, he let out an angry roar, seemingly trying to bolster his own courage.

It actually worked. He felt far less afraid, and his legs no longer felt weak.

Having regained a bit of confidence, Bai Xuan suddenly stepped forward and charged straight at Lin Tianyi.

Watching Bai Xuan rush toward him, Lin Tianyi raised a brow before stepping forward to meet him.

Just as the two were about to collide, Lin Tianyi suddenly lifted his leg! Kicked out! Straight into his stomach!

"Aaaah!!!" Bai Xuan cried out in pain. His body bent like a shrimp as he flew straight off the arena like a cannonball, rolling miserably across the ground.

He happened to land at his classmates' feet.

Bai Xuan clutched his stomach with both hands and wailed in pain. He cracked his eyes open and noticed the strange looks from his classmates.

His body hurt, but his heart felt even more humiliated.

His eyes darted around. Then he rolled his eyes back, kicked out his legs, and fainted on the spot.

The students were shocked.

"Quick, take him to the treatment room!"

Lin Tianyi stared strangely at the unconscious Bai Xuan and thought, This kid is pretty good at faking unconsciousness.

With Bai Xuan falling out of the arena, Lin Tianyi won the championship of this Third Year Grade Assembly without any suspense.

His class received one Little Red Flag, while he received one personal commendation flag.

And then... that was it.

They were stingy as hell!

After stepping down from the arena, he returned to Lin Xianxian's side, took her hand, and headed toward the academy gates.

The final was over, and school was out as well.

They had not gone far when hurried footsteps sounded behind them. A yellow figure then rushed over and blocked their path.

It was Ning Rongrong, dressed in a goose-yellow skirt, with a head of beautiful short hair.

Seeing Ning Rongrong's bashful expression and flushed little face, Lin Xianxian put down her snacks and warily hugged Lin Tianyi's arm. Her clear purple eyes stared unblinkingly at Ning Rongrong, filled with vigilance and scrutiny.

Lin Tianyi asked doubtfully, "What is it?"

Ning Rongrong's face turned even redder. She pressed her lips together for a long while before finally gathering her courage and looking into Lin Tianyi's eyes.

"Lin Tianyi, can you..."

"No."

Before Ning Rongrong could finish, Lin Tianyi rejected her outright.

Ning Rongrong froze. The words on her lips would not come out, and her little face reddened with frustration.

"I haven't even said what it is yet."

Lin Tianyi curled his lips. "With that shy, blushing look of yours, I could figure out what you were about to say with my toes."

Ning Rongrong's eyes gradually reddened. "I have family status, I have talent. Why are you rejecting me?"

Why? Because you said it right in front of Lin Xianxian. Would I dare not reject you? You have no sense at all. And besides, you're too young. Wait until you grow up first... Lin Tianyi frantically grumbled inwardly.

Seeing Ning Rongrong staring straight at him with reddened eyes, looking as though she would never let the matter go without a proper reason, Lin Tianyi looked her up and down.

In the end, his gaze settled on her beautiful short hair.

He said solemnly, "I don't like girls with short hair."

Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened even more. She knew Lin Tianyi was brushing her off. How could there be such a casual reason?

She could tell that Lin Tianyi truly had no interest in her at all. Heartbroken, she shouted, "I'll never speak to you again!" Then she turned and ran away crying, looking utterly devastated.

Watching Ning Rongrong run away in tears, Lin Tianyi was left speechless.

Lin Xianxian, however, was delighted. Her brows curved like crescents as she hugged Lin Tianyi's hand even tighter and said with a giggle, "Tianyi is the best!"

The news of Lin Tianyi obtaining a thirty-thousand-year soul ring at the age of eight spread outward like lightning.

Overnight, Lin Tianyi's name shook the entirety of Heaven Dou City.

Even Xue Ye was alarmed. He immediately sent people to investigate Lin Tianyi's background and dispatched others to recruit him with generous benefits.

However, when he learned that Lin Tianyi was actually Duke Lin Hongtu's son, he could only give up on recruiting him. His face filled with envy as he let out a long sigh.

"A son should be like Lin Tianyi!"

A few days later, the Spirit Temple in Heaven Dou City sent the news by urgent courier to Bibi Dong at the Papal Palace in Spirit City.

Within the magnificent and resplendent Papal Palace, a peerless beauty sat on the main seat.

She wore a brilliant golden ceremonial gown that fit her perfectly from head to toe. The dazzling gown gleamed with jeweled light and was adorned with more than a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones.

The Nine-Curve Purple-Gold Crown atop her head radiated countless rays of light, while she held a scepter nearly two meters long, embedded with innumerable gemstones.

Her fair skin and almost flawless face made her seem utterly extraordinary. In particular, the intangible nobility and holiness she exuded made people unable to resist the urge to kneel in worship.

Noble, elegant, tranquil, imposing—every beautiful word seemed suited to this woman.

She was Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall!

At this moment, the spacious and brightly lit Papal Palace was incomparably quiet and oppressive.

A Spirit Hall messenger knelt in the center of the hall. Layer after layer of fine sweat beaded on his forehead from nervousness, soaking through his clothes until they clung uncomfortably to his chest and back.

Yet he did not dare make the slightest movement. He even slowed his breathing to an extreme, so slow that it was almost inaudible.

Tap! Tap! Tap...

The sound of fingers tapping against the armrest suddenly echoed through the silent hall in a steady rhythm.

But the Spirit Hall messenger kneeling in the center lowered his head even further.

After a long while, a faint smile appeared on Bibi Dong's beautiful, noble, yet utterly indifferent face.

In a cold and imposing voice, she said, "Send orders to Salas. He must recruit that Lin Tianyi into Spirit Hall at all costs."

"Yes!" the Spirit Hall messenger replied respectfully.

Just as he rose and prepared to bow his way out of the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong's voice, filled with icy killing intent, suddenly rang out.

"If Lin Tianyi is unwilling to join Spirit Hall, have him assassinated!

A monstrous genius who cannot be used by my Spirit Hall has only one path—death!"

A chill ran through the Spirit Hall messenger's entire body. He hurriedly acknowledged the order respectfully, then lowered his head and withdrew from the magnificent, sacred Papal Palace.

After the Spirit Hall messenger left, Bibi Dong muttered to herself, "If this child is willing to join Spirit Hall, he will certainly be a great help to my future plans. I hope he knows what is good for him.

Otherwise, no one will be able to save him!"

Her final words were filled with icy killing intent.