Doesn't A'an Want to Do Something Fun?

"Doesn't A'an want to do something fun?"

Bibi Dong sat on Pei An's lap, her arms wrapped gently around his neck like jade lotus roots, her eyes seductive and her breath fragrant.

Hearing Bibi Dong's suggestive words, Pei An remained utterly calm, his heart as still as water.

There was no other reason. He was used to it.

Over the years, he had suffered no shortage of teasing from this Girl.

This Girl was not the madwoman from the Original Work. She might seem wildly uninhibited now, but in reality, she was merely a master of theory.

Whenever things got serious, she was more timid than anyone else.

Pei An had no hobby of forcing girls, and every time, she left him hanging.

Over time, he had practically become immune.

"Cut it out."

Pei An pushed Bibi Dong's Pretty Face to one side irritably.

"There's still a banquet later. Stop messing around!"

He swatted away Bibi Dong's mischievous little hand from his collar.

Bibi Dong seemed to have a thing for chest muscles. Usually, she liked taking advantage of Pei An's chest whenever she could.

Pei An's gaze swept over Bibi Dong's ample chest.

She was hardly small herself, so why did she have such a strange hobby?

After having her hand smacked away, Bibi Dong sheepishly stuck out her pink tongue.

Of course she knew it was inappropriate to be touchy-feely right now, but her hand had moved on its own!

She did not want to, but she could not help it!

"Let's go."

Seeing that it was about time, Pei An took Bibi Dong's hand and left the hall, heading toward the venue for the banquet.

Most of the guests had already arrived in the magnificent, resplendent hall.

They wore expensive clothing, held goblets in their hands, and chatted and laughed with one another.

Pei An and Bibi Dong's arrival instantly drew everyone's attention.

There was no especially grand entrance, nor did anyone in a eunuch-like role loudly announce, "His Holiness the Pope has arrived," but their exceptional looks and bearing still made them the center of attention the moment they entered.

Pei An led Bibi Dong to a seat at the central table.

He did not take the initiative to speak with anyone.

As the Pope of Spirit Hall, in his own territory, there was no need for him to lower himself like that.

However, not long after Pei An and Bibi Dong sat down, two figures approached them.

Ning Fengzhi, dressed in a white formal suit, arrived at Pei An's table with Sword Douluo Chenxin.

A warm smile rested on Ning Fengzhi's refined face, making others feel as though they were touched by a spring breeze.

It had to be said that Ning Fengzhi was truly quite accomplished in this regard.

They were all fake smiles. Some people's smiles made one uncomfortable at a glance, but Ning Fengzhi's smile gave people a genuinely pleasant feeling.

On the surface, there was not the slightest flaw to be found.

It was not easy for Ning Fengzhi to achieve that.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

Ning Fengzhi raised his wineglass and took the initiative to greet him.

Pei An did not put on a cold face either. He slightly raised his goblet, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome, refined face. "Sect Master Ning, I have long admired you."

Ning Fengzhi's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, he was startled.

He had recognized his identity at first glance. It seemed this new Pope had investigated beforehand.

At close range, Sword Douluo Chenxin's usually placid expression shifted slightly as he came into contact with Pei An.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked somewhat doubtfully, "Your Holiness the Pope, do you also cultivate the sword path?"

Sword Douluo Chenxin was incredibly sensitive when it came to the sword path.

During the succession ceremony, he had not noticed because of the distance, but now that they stood face-to-face, he could clearly sense the faint sword intent emanating from Pei An.

Without a certain level of attainment in the sword path, it would have been impossible to possess such sword intent.

"Of course he does!"

Before Pei An could speak, Bibi Dong spoke first.

Realizing something, she hurriedly shut her mouth and looked toward Pei An beside her.

Only after seeing Pei An nod slightly did Bibi Dong continue, her little face full of pride:

"A'an's martial soul is a sword-type martial soul, so naturally he cultivates the sword path."

"Even the Great Worship has praised A'an's astonishing talent in the sword path more than once."

Pei An's martial soul was called the Sword of the Living Judgement, a top-tier martial soul focused on slaughter and supplemented by support.

As the owner of a sword-type martial soul, sword path cultivation was naturally indispensable.

Within Spirit Hall, the one who had gone the farthest in the sword path was undoubtedly Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu.

Because of Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Daoliu would occasionally guide Pei An on matters concerning the sword path. Yet due to certain misgivings, Qian Daoliu always held something back, even deliberately saying vague and ambiguous things.

More often than not, Pei An comprehended the sword on his own.

Even so, Pei An's attainments in the sword path continued to advance by leaps and bounds.

As for Qian Daoliu's guidance, he always considered it carefully before making it his own.

At the age of twelve, he had already comprehended the sword intent that countless sword cultivators dreamed of obtaining.

This left Qian Daoliu burning with envy.

If Pei An had not already been Golden Crocodile Douluo's disciple, and if Qian Daoliu had not truly been unable to cast aside all shame, he would have wanted to snatch Pei An away and make him his own disciple.

Hearing that Pei An also cultivated the sword path, Sword Douluo Chenxin's eyes immediately lit up.

There were not actually many people on Douluo Continent who had truly achieved anything in the sword path.

Chen Xin immediately felt the thrill of meeting a worthy opponent. "May I have the honor of witnessing Your Holiness the Pope's skill?"

"Uncle Jian." Ning Fengzhi frowned.

Although he could roughly understand Chen Xin's feelings, inviting the newly appointed Pope to fight at such an occasion was far too likely to cause misunderstandings.

If it created conflict between the two major factions, the trouble would be enormous.

Chen Xin was not a foolish man, and he quickly realized this as well. He hurriedly apologized and explained, "Your Holiness the Pope, I meant nothing else. It is only..."

"Sword Douluo, there is no need to explain further. I understand." Pei An stopped Chen Xin from continuing.

He had also noticed many gazes gathering on them throughout the banquet.

It seemed these people were quite curious about him, the new Pope...

Though there was no issue on the surface with him inheriting the position of Pope through Qian Daoliu, it ultimately could not convince others.

Some things were better when people saw them for themselves.

The Sword Douluo Chenxin before him was a fine choice for establishing his authority.

"It's fine." Pei An waved a hand. "Since Sword Douluo wishes to spar, as the host, I naturally cannot refuse."

"Besides, I also wish to see how Sword Douluo's sword path differs from mine."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi no longer tried to stop them and merely nodded softly. "Then I shall trouble Your Holiness the Pope."

He also wanted to see the strength of this new Pope.

A nineteen-year-old Soul Douluo was difficult to believe merely by hearing about it.

Only by seeing it with his own eyes could Ning Fengzhi truly believe such an unbelievable matter.

"Then, Your Holiness the Pope, please join me outside the hall for a battle."

Chen Xin was already somewhat impatient.

Pei An drained the wine in his cup and stood, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

"Please."