Divorcing Bibi Dong! Jixia Academy!

Jialing Pass.

Above the fortress, the stench of war and blood mingled together, filling the air.

Qian Yu stood with his hands behind his back, clad in a plain white robe, his calm gaze fixed on the distant battlefield.

His face was incomparably handsome, as though carved by a god.

Behind him stood a graceful figure in magnificent court attire. She was Jing.

"Master."

Jing's voice was crisp and pleasant as she handed over a scroll.

"This is the latest intelligence from the Wonderful Sound Pavilion."

Qian Yu accepted the scroll and slowly unrolled it.

The handwriting upon it was delicate, but its contents were shocking.

"In the Battle of Jialing Pass, Tang San and the Shrek group have suffered defeat after defeat. The Heaven Dou Empire's army is already showing signs of collapse."

"Before long, Tang San will depart for Sea God Island in hopes of completing the Sea God Ninth Trial."

Qian Yu's gaze lingered briefly on the scroll before he softly uttered three words.

"Bibi Dong."

There was no joy or anger in those words.

Jing bowed slightly and continued her report.

"According to the spies we placed within the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong has been acting strangely lately. It seems that she... intends to secretly meet Yu Xiaogang."

The moment her words fell.

An angry feminine cry rang out from the side.

"How dare she!"

An exquisitely beautiful woman in a maple-red dress strode over. It was Gongsun Li.

Her figure was graceful and alluring, every step swaying with charm as if she were dancing to an invisible rhythm.

Her jade-like legs, wrapped in stockings, were long and straight, their lines smooth and supple.

Every inch of her skin carried a breathtaking snowy softness and elasticity. As she walked, her skirt swayed with countless charms, enough to set anyone's blood racing.

At that moment, Gongsun Li's lovely face was frosty, her beautiful eyes filled with contempt and fury.

"That woman is nothing but an ungrateful wretch!"

"How much has Master done for her? How did she get where she is today? And now she actually wants to betray you and throw herself at that Wasted Yu Xiaogang?"

Gongsun Li's chest heaved with anger as she felt it was not worth it for Qian Yu.

Qian Yu said nothing.

He merely looked quietly into the distance, lost in thought.

More than thirty years ago, he had transmigrated to this Douluo Continent.

His identity was that of a distant relative of the Qian Family of Spirit Hall, and the nominal nephew of Pope Qian Xunji.

When he was six years old, during the Spirit Awakening Ceremony.

When twelve radiant, holy Wings spread from his back, the entire Spirit Hall was shaken.

Twelve-winged Angel Spirit!

It surpassed the Six-winged Angel inherited by the Qian Family. It was an unprecedented God-level Spirit!

In order to conceal this talent, enough to overturn the continent's balance of power, the upper echelons of Spirit Hall, including Great Enshriner Qian Daoliu, unanimously decided to claim that his Spirit was merely an ordinary Four-winged Angel and hide his true strength.

In order to win over the most dazzling genius in the family's history, Qian Xunji betrothed his most prized disciple, Bibi Dong, to him.

When he was sixteen, his cultivation reached level ninety, and he silently became a Titled Douluo.

That same year, he married Bibi Dong.

Not long afterward, their daughter was born and named Qian Renxue.

Now, in his thirties, his strength had long since broken free from the shackles of a Titled Douluo and reached the Demigod Realm.

Over the years, he had treated his wife, Bibi Dong, with utmost devotion.

Openly and secretly, he had given her countless forms of help.

When she suffered a backlash while cultivating Rakshasa Divine Power, he expended his source Divine Power to straighten out her Meridians and save her life.

When she sought to seize the position of Pope, he personally stepped forward, persuaded the stubborn Qian Daoliu, overrode all opposition, and placed her upon that supreme throne.

Not only that, but in order to consolidate her power, he had also placed the forces he secretly cultivated by her side.

Those mysterious and unfathomable expert Spirit Masters under Bibi Dong's command, in the eyes of the outside world, were almost all his people.

He could summon figures from another world known as King's Continent.

Jing and Gongsun Li were both among them.

Using this as his foundation, he secretly established Jixia Academy, scattering numerous powerhouses across the Douluo Continent like chess pieces and building a vast intelligence network and power network that covered the entire continent.

But he had never expected.

All those years of devotion, all those years of gentle care.

In the end, they could not warm a heart that had long been frozen solid.

In Bibi Dong's heart, he was perhaps merely another cage the Qian Family used to imprison her.

That Yu Xiaogang had always been the White Moonlight she could never forget.

And all his efforts as her husband over the years had ultimately been Mirror Flower, Water Moon—nothing but emptiness.

Now, for that man, she was actually willing to betray everything: betray Spirit Hall and betray him as well.

What an... ungrateful wretch.

The last trace of warmth in Qian Yu's eyes slowly faded away, turning into a silent void.

He turned around and instructed Gongsun Li and Jing.

"Keep watch over Jialing Pass. I'll be back soon."

With that, his figure flashed. He tore through space and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Within the magnificent golden hall, Bibi Dong sat upon her throne, dressed in a purple Pope Robe embroidered with golden patterns.

She wore a purple-gold crown and held a scepter, her expression majestic and noble as an overwhelming aura of sovereign authority radiated from her.

Even the luxurious robe could not fully conceal her proud figure, its full curves tracing breathtaking contours.

Through the slit in the robe's hem, a pair of long, slender, perfectly proportioned legs could be seen indistinctly. Wrapped in purple silk, they carried an added touch of mystery and temptation, brimming with the ultimate charm of a mature woman.

At that moment, she was listening to a subordinate's report, her brows slightly furrowed.

Suddenly, she sensed something and abruptly raised her head.

The space at the center of the hall twisted faintly, and a figure in white quietly appeared.

The moment she saw him, Bibi Dong's gaze became complicated, and even her imposing aura faltered.

"What are you here for?"

Her voice carried a trace of barely perceptible distance.

Qian Yu did not answer her question. He merely looked at her calmly, his gaze as placid as water.

"Let's get divorced."

Those five simple words struck the empty hall like a thunderclap.

Bibi Dong froze.

She stared at Qian Yu's utterly unreadable face, and for one fleeting instant, an inexplicable panic surged within her.

After so many years together, she had long grown accustomed to having this man behind her.

Accustomed to his strength, accustomed to his protection, accustomed to him silently resolving every problem for her.

Though she had never admitted it, she knew that without Qian Yu, she could never have held the position of Pope securely.

Divorce?

She rejected it instinctively.

"No!"

Bibi Dong rose to her feet and looked down at Qian Yu, trying to use the Pope's authority to pressure him.

"Qian Yu, do you know what you're saying? You and I are symbols of Spirit Hall. How can this be treated as a joke?"

Her reasoning sounded lofty and righteous, but the true reason was that she could not lose the prestige Qian Yu represented or the support from Qian Daoliu's side.