The Pope's Little Lover

Nan Feng, who had been knocked unconscious by a slap from Bibi Dong, took the opportunity to get some sleep. After he woke up, Hu Liena rushed over to tell him the latest resolution from the Elder Hall: the Saintess would succeed to the position of Pope, and simultaneously, Martial Soul Hall had declared war on the Clear Sky Sect.

"Woohoo~"

"The good life begins!"

Nan Feng could finally walk through the Saintess Hall in his human form.

Nan Feng had long since confirmed one thing: Bibi Dong would not kill him.

Feelings are things that can be worn down or cultivated. During those three years in Slaughter City, he had been the one by Bibi Dong's side, caring for her and attending to her every need. Coupled with three years of dream-world games, he had all but eradicated Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang.

Her losing her temper with him earlier was just a normal reaction after her lies had been officially exposed.

But to say that Bibi Dong hadn't noticed anything before would be a joke.

It was more that she knew, but she didn't want to admit it. It was just like her feelings for Yu Xiaogang; she knew she had loved the wrong person, but she was unwilling to admit it, even going so far as to continue down the wrong path. Strong-willed people often suffer from this common flaw.

Even if they are wrong, they will only continue to be wrong.

Not turning back until hitting a brick wall is considered decent, as there is at least room for a reprieve. But someone like Bibi Dong would rather crash headlong into death than ever turn back!

Even now, Bibi Dong actually still held expectations for Yu Xiaogang, but this wasn't because she loved him; it was because she was unwilling to deny her own past.

To put it bluntly, Bibi Dong was unwilling to admit that she had been blind.

Stubborn to the core.

Being wrong is one thing, but whether or not one admits it is another.

It's just like a college student who spent four years slacking off, only to join the ranks of the unemployed and complain about how hard it is to find a job. "So what if I don't know how to do anything? Is it my fault? The school didn't teach me!"

"How do others know how to do it?" "What others can do is none of my business."

"What are you here for again?"

Seeing Nan Feng poking his head in at the doorway, Bibi Dong, who was getting dressed for her coronation ceremony that afternoon, felt a bit annoyed.

"I can't come here?" Nan Feng walked in as if no one else were around.

The few maids who were helping Bibi Dong with her hair and makeup left very tactfully.

Although they didn't know where this man had popped up from, judging by the attitude of their new Pope, they knew each other.

The relationship between the Pope and a strange man was not something they could pry into.

"Your makeup is really ugly," Nan Feng remarked.

Bibi Dong's face darkened. "You're so smart, you do it then!"

"I don't know how." Nan Feng spread his hands and reclined into a nearby chair.

"If you don't know how, then shut your mouth." Bibi Dong's face fell as she began to fiddle with her hair accessories herself.

"I think you look better without makeup. You're naturally beautiful as it is, why bother with these superfluous things?" Nan Feng expressed his confusion.

On the Douluo Continent, thanks to the nourishment of spirit power, there were basically no ugly people.

Female spirit masters, in particular, all had flawless skin, leaving absolutely no room for the beauty industry to develop.

"It's the rules." Having been complimented, Bibi Dong's mood improved significantly, though she still didn't give Nan Feng a pleasant look.

"Different occasions require different makeup; there are strict standards for all of this."

"So you paint yourself into this ghastly state just because you're afraid of being targeted?" Nan Feng said.

Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "One more word out of you, and I'll make sure you sleep for another two days."

"Alright, alright, no more words." Nan Feng shrugged.

"Then may I ask, beautiful Pope, how do you plan to arrange things for me?"

"Arrange things for you?" Bibi Dong glanced at Nan Feng.

"How do you want me to arrange things for you?"

"At the very least, get me an Honorary Elder position," Nan Feng said.

"Or an Honorary Pope would work too. I'm not picky."

Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng, speechless. "Is your brain waterlogged, or have you not woken up yet?"

The proposal for an Honorary Elder required a vote from the Elder Hall; it wasn't as if she could just make anyone she wanted an elder. Martial Soul Hall was the authoritative organization of the Spirit Master World and couldn't be trifled with.

She had only just succeeded to the throne, and few in the Elder Hall even paid her any mind. Before seeing her capabilities, those elders wouldn't easily pick a side. In fact, many of them were currently thinking about how to secure more benefits for their own families while she hadn't yet truly consolidated power.

Qian Daoliu had merely pushed her onto the Pope's throne; as for how well she could perform, that old man wouldn't care.

"What does that mean? You aren't going to give me anything at all, are you?" Nan Feng looked bewildered.

"I'm your little lover, for heaven's sake! I can't even be an elder?"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched.

What the hell kind of "little lover"!

"I don't have that much power right now. Supporting you is fine, but if you want an Honorary Elder position, you have to earn some merit yourself—merit that the Title Douluo elders in the Elder Hall can't refute. Otherwise..." Bibi Dong stood up and turned to look at her own back.

"You'd better just stick to being a kept man."

"Merit?" Nan Feng paused.

"What kind?"

"A grandmaster of theory?"

Bibi Dong's face darkened. "My patience has its limits!"

Bastard! You just love rubbing salt in the wound, don't you!

"Then what else can I do?" Nan Feng looked innocent.

"Big sister, I'm just a lowly level forty Soul Ancestor right now."

After a year of closed-door cultivation, plus fully absorbing the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent Inner Core, he had jumped straight from level thirty to level forty, successfully unlocking the Dog Talisman he had been longing for. But he was still a long way from becoming a level ninety Title Douluo.

"Martial Soul Hall is preparing to attack the Clear Sky Sect to avenge the Pope. If you have the guts, go to the front lines and see if you can scrape together some merit," Bibi Dong said casually.

"The front lines?" Nan Feng looked thoughtful.

"If I manage to kill two Clear Sky Sect elders, could I earn an Honorary Elder position?"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "The Clear Sky Sect elders are all Spirit Douluos, and the kind who can trade blows with Title Douluos at that. Forget about you; even a Title Douluo wouldn't dare guarantee a kill."

A Title Douluo would certainly win against a Spirit Douluo, but in the heat of battle, winning and killing were two completely different concepts.

If they couldn't win, couldn't they just run?

Not to mention, when a Clear Sky Hammer martial soul fights for its life, its destructive power is no joke!

A desperate Clear Sky Hammer Spirit Douluo is fully capable of dragging a low-level Title Douluo down to the grave with them!

The incident with Tang Hao had already occurred while she was still in Slaughter City. At the time, the Title Douluo who went to hunt Tang Hao down had one of his legs smashed, and the old sect master of the Clear Sky Sect had been angered to death. Back then, Qian Xunji had wanted to start a war with the Clear Sky Sect, or at least cripple them.

But the Title Douluos of the Elder Hall, upon seeing the veteran Title Douluo with his broken leg, all claimed that the time was not yet right.

To put it bluntly, no one wanted to go up there and risk their lives.

What if they actually ran into someone who didn't care about their own life?

Although the Clear Sky Sect was no longer the number one sect in the world as it once was, the strength of that martial soul remained.

No one wanted to go head-to-head with a Clear Sky Hammer.