Bibi Dong, Foster Mother; Naming Bibi Han

In a secret chamber of Spirit Hall, a woman was cultivating. She possessed peerless beauty, fair skin, and a tall, voluptuous figure, yet her body was shrouded in an evil green aura, making her flawless features somewhat sinister.

After some time, she finished cultivating and slowly opened her eyes. Letting out a soft breath, she said, "Finally, I've fully digested it. The Rakshasa God's First Trial is over as well. Once I add another soul ring, I'll be able to break through to become a Title Douluo."

"Qian Daoliu, do you think I'll be grateful just because you spared me? You're wrong!

"When that beast imprisoned me and made me give birth to Little Xue, you did nothing. Your fate was already sealed then. Sooner or later, I'll kill you and completely destroy the foundation of your Angel Clan." The speaker was Bibi Dong, the current Saintess of Spirit Hall. Her eyes were blood-red, like a ghost from hell, and her tone was filled with endless killing intent.

After leaving the secret chamber, her expression was calm, as though nothing had happened. She summoned a Red Cardinal and asked what had happened recently.

"Reporting to Your Highness the Saintess, the Great Enshriner failed to kill Tang Hao. The Clear Sky Sect has gone into seclusion, and the Great Enshriner also brought back a child who seems to be Tang Hao's."

Bibi Dong sneered inwardly when she heard this. Tang Hao had only just broken through to Title Douluo, yet even a Demi-God like you couldn't kill him. Was Tang Hao truly so heaven-defying, or did you deliberately let him go? Still, Tang Hao's child was rather interesting.

Back on this side, the infant stared blankly at the ceiling, living a life where he cried when hungry, drank milk, and slept.

Some time later, a woman dressed in a luxurious black robe embroidered with Golden Patterns and wearing a Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown was walking toward the Papal Palace. She was none other than the newly enthroned Bibi Dong, though she did not seem to be in a particularly good mood.

Damn it, that old bastard Qian Daoliu really had no good intentions. Previous popes could mobilize every elder aside from those of the Worship Hall, but I only have Ju Gui and two Title Douluo under my command. I can't even borrow people to obtain my Ninth Soul Ring.

Just then, Bibi Dong suddenly heard an infant crying. Looking toward the room beside her, she pushed open the door and walked in, only to see a baby wailing loudly.

A baby? Could this be Tang Hao's son?

Soon afterward, a woman carrying the scent of milk entered. She was the wet nurse responsible for feeding the baby. Upon seeing Bibi Dong, she hurriedly knelt and respectfully said, "Greetings, Your Majesty the Pope."

"Rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Pope."

"I ask you, was this infant brought back by the Great Enshriner?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty the Pope, I do not know about that. I was merely instructed by a certain lord to serve as the infant's wet nurse."

Bibi Dong nodded. "Go do what you should."

Watching the wet nurse carefully pick up the infant and feed him, Bibi Dong's gaze dimmed. Her expression was extremely complicated. After watching for a while, she left.

At dusk, after Bibi Dong had finished handling her affairs, she headed toward her chambers. Seeing that room again, she could not help but enter it.

Bibi Dong had already learned the infant's identity. He truly was Tang Hao's son.

The infant was still staring blankly at the ceiling, thinking about what he should do in the future. Would Spirit Hall train him into a tool that only knew how to kill, or would he be killed after resisting? Although Tang Hao had abandoned him, he did not hate Tang Hao, because he knew very well that Tang Hao had not abandoned him deliberately.

He heard someone enter, and his vacant eyes met Bibi Dong's.

Bibi Dong was somewhat moved. The infant's circumstances and gaze made her feel as though she could relate.

His mother was dead, and his father had abandoned him. As for herself, she had no father or mother, and the teacher she had once trusted and respected most was a beast.

Bibi Dong did not consider why the infant had such a look in his eyes. She came to his side and gently rubbed his cheek.

The moment the infant saw Bibi Dong, he knew who she was, because of what the wet nurse had said that morning.

Feeling Bibi Dong's actions toward him, he smiled at her. In a sense, Bibi Dong was his benefactor—she had avenged his mother's death.

Although she was the Pope of Spirit Hall, one's family should not be implicated. The teachings of Huaxia were deeply ingrained in him, and aside from one severely wounded Title Douluo, everyone responsible for his mother's death was already dead.

Even an ordinary person would have been enough to make the infant smile at them for that reason, much less his benefactor.

It was precisely because of this smile that the infant's place in Bibi Dong's heart quietly changed.

At the time, Bibi Dong had no disciples, no friends, and her daughter was not by her side. Her heart was filled with hatred. That smile was like a ray of sunlight shining upon Bibi Dong's heart, which was about to freeze over completely.

After the incident in the secret chamber, Bibi Dong, whose face no longer showed any expression, smiled. That smile made the entire room seem much brighter.

Gradually, Bibi Dong began teasing him, and later even coaxed him to sleep.

He was still a child and did not have much energy. Although Bibi Dong was clumsy at it, he still fell asleep.

Before leaving, Bibi Dong looked at the sleeping infant, her face carrying the kindness of a mother.

"He's truly adorable. Every baby must be this adorable, right?"

Then her tone changed. "Xue'er, are you lowering your pride and serving as a maid now just to gain my approval? But I truly don't know how to face you." Bibi Dong's face was filled with pain. She lowered her head, and sorrowful tears streamed down her face.

She looked at the infant once more before leaving.

From then on, Bibi Dong often came to see and tease him. A few more months passed, and after he was weaned, Bibi Dong directly brought him to her chambers, gave him toys, and fed him.

"Little fellow, have you been behaving? I brought you a new toy again." Bibi Dong now wore a smile on her face and appeared much brighter.

"I can't keep calling you little fellow forever. What should I call you?"

"Tang... no, why should I let you take the Tang surname? I raised you, so you should take my surname. Snowflakes, ice and snow... Hanxue, hmm..."

Bibi Dong chuckled softly. "From today onward, I'll call you Bibi Han. Han'er, Little Han, all right?"

The infant smiled, seemingly finding the name quite nice. As for what Tang Hao had called him before, he had long forgotten. His mouth uttered two words: "Mother."

Bibi Dong's entire body trembled violently. She lifted him with both hands, her voice carrying a deep longing as she said, "Say it again."

The infant showed no reluctance at all. The woman who raised him should naturally be called, "Mother."

"Good, good! I have a child now. I'm no longer alone!"

Thus, an infant named Bibi Han came into being. Mother Bibi Dong taught Bibi Han to recognize words and read, accompanying Bibi Han throughout his childhood.