Hmph! Yu Xiaogang

"Your Majesty, what if he still refuses to join Spirit Hall?" Yue Guan asked cautiously, a trace of unease in his voice. In this world where power and desire intertwined, not every Title Douluo was willing to submit to Spirit Hall and become an appendage of its will. Dugu Bo was a clear example; he would rather risk being hunted by Spirit Hall than join them.

"Hmm..." Bibi Dong frowned slightly and sank into deep thought. If Wriothesley truly refused to devote himself to Spirit Hall, Yue Guan alone would likely be no match for him. Even with Gui Mei added, they would still struggle to pose any effective threat. To defeat Wriothesley, only Qian Daoliu's full intervention offered any chance of victory.

But that would still only mean defeating him, not killing him.

As Yue Guan's words lingered in the air, Bibi Dong's expression suddenly darkened. Her tone carried a hint of coldness. "If he refuses to join Spirit Hall, then it will depend on whether Qian Renxue can successfully control him. Such a potentially unstable factor should have been dealt with before he had the chance to grow. Yet when he first appeared before everyone, he had already displayed such astonishing strength. He had long become a variable that could not be ignored."

Bibi Dong understood that unless absolutely necessary, she could not easily offend such a powerful expert. Her madness did not stem from ignorance; it was a choice made after careful consideration.

"As for Tang Hao."

Yue Guan respectfully said, "Your Majesty, judging by Tang Hao's actions, Tang San from that Shrek Academy is most likely the little brat Tang Hao held in his arms back then. And that Yu Xiaogang..."

After saying that, Yue Guan did not dare continue. As an old member of Spirit Hall, who did not know about the relationship between Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong? Back when that fellow had stolen Spirit Hall's knowledge, they had turned a blind eye out of consideration for Bibi Dong. But now, he had gone and accepted the son of an enemy of Spirit Hall as his disciple.

Spirit Hall had actually discovered Tang San's existence long ago and had even guessed that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls.

How could Su Yuntao possibly fail to report Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power?

Even if he had not reported it, whenever Spirit Hall helped civilians awaken their Martial Souls, records had to be made for anyone with Soul Power for the sake of statistics.

Could Yu Xiaogang see things that no one at Spirit Hall headquarters could see regarding Tang San's uniqueness? What an unimaginable situation! If Tang San had not taken Yu Xiaogang as his master, Title Douluo would have rushed over like starving wolves long ago.

Tang San had only lived safely until today because of Bibi Dong.

Though Yu Xiaogang was regarded as trash, his identity was like a double-edged sword, concealing endless possibilities. On one hand, he was the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect master, with a profound background and invisible power behind every move. On the other, he was the current Pope's ex-boyfriend.

What, had their Pope been too good to him?

In truth, she really had been far too good to him.

Within Spirit Hall, the books Yu Xiaogang had used to publish his theories had either been completely destroyed by Bibi Dong or had Yu Xiaogang's name substituted onto them.

And those so-called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul had been framed by Bibi Dong and displayed in the most conspicuous place in the library like sacred relics.

That was why being love-struck was no good!

"This is not something Elder Chrysanthemum needs to worry about." Bibi Dong spoke with a touch of anger.

Heh, Innate Full Soul Power, surnamed Tang, Blue Silver Grass... did he think she could not guess?

One matching condition could be called coincidence, but with so many conditions, it was no longer coincidence. The buffs had been fully stacked.

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

Yue Guan was startled as well. Though his cultivation was formidable, he was still far inferior to Bibi Dong.

"Enough." Bibi Dong's tone became resolute, her gaze sharp as though she were examining a gemstone buried in the earth. "Go. Help me observe that man closely. See whether he is truly so extraordinary." Her voice carried an authority that allowed no rebuttal.

Bibi Dong understood that she could not act rashly before confirming the truth.

Qian Daoliu merely did not leave his home. He was not dead.

"Yes." Yue Guan withdrew respectfully. Bibi Dong rose to her feet, a complex emotion flashing through her eyes as she muttered to herself, "I hope my intuition is wrong."

Spirit Hall was the largest organization on Douluo Continent, with complicated internal interests tangled within it. Although Bibi Dong had endured many hardships in becoming Pope, she had learned restraint and would not act rashly out of impulse.

After Yue Guan left, Bibi Dong seemed to let out a breath and slumped onto the Pope's throne.

"Wriothesley?"

To be honest, that man had hidden himself too deeply. But judging from the intelligence gathered over the past five years, he was not some heinous villain. In terms of reputation, he surpassed Yu Xiaogang by dozens of streets. Sigewinne in particular, the one by his side, would not be overstating matters if she were called a true angel.

Frankly speaking, Wriothesley was quite outstanding as well. He was not much older than Qian Renxue, and if the two came together, it would not be a bad choice.

But Sigewinne standing between them was a problem.

However, according to the intelligence reports, Wriothesley actually regarded Sigewinne as a younger sister. Qian Renxue truly did have some feelings for Wriothesley as well, but she usually met him under the identity of Xue Qinghe, so nothing had ever been settled.

Wriothesley was powerful, handsome, and exceptionally capable.

Bibi Dong intended for Qian Renxue to maintain the relationship during the course of her mission, then bring the two together after Qian Renxue completed it.

To say that Bibi Dong did not love Qian Renxue in the slightest would have been an unbelievable lie.

Though endless gloom and complicated emotions shrouded her heart, the familial bond of shared blood would always stir ripples in its depths. She had always believed that Qian Renxue's birth was a mistake of fate, as though her very existence were the source of sin.

If Qian Renxue had been a little more like her, perhaps Bibi Dong would not have been repeatedly consumed by that urge to erase her, nor would endless killing intent have flared within her heart.

Yet in the end, Bibi Dong's hand had never truly fallen. Deep within her heart, there always seemed to be a voice whispering, reminding her of hesitation and reluctance.

Yes, that was the soft place in her heart, still yearning for the warmth of maternal love.

"ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh, Xue'er..."

Those words echoed ceaselessly through her mind, carrying a trace of helplessness and bitterness.

Images of Qian Renxue as a child surfaced in her mind. Back then, she had been stubborn, yet clear as water, like a blooming flower in spring, brimming with life.

It seemed Bibi Dong had not seen that little girl for a very long time. That tender face had gradually blurred in her memories, yet it remained like a thorn, constantly reminding her of her choices and abandonment.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she seemed to hear Qian Renxue's crisp laughter echoing beside her ears, like heavenly music, awakening that maternal love long buried away.

But now, she was growing increasingly hesitant. What kind of person was this Wriothesley, really?