Monitoring Bibi Dong

Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan nodded and then asked, "It seems that Senior Yue Guan has already made up his mind."

Yue Guan nodded heavily and said in a deep voice, "Not bad."

"So, can you tell me now what your purpose and true identity are?"

Fu Shiyan did not answer immediately, but instead took a few steps to the left, then raised her hand, her palm surging with Soul Power.

A fleeting glimpse of a strangely shaped sapling radiating a hazy blue glow vanished from his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the soil in the open space between the two people rose slightly.

A tiny green sprout broke through the soil, and then at a speed visible to the naked eye, it began to grow branches, leaves, and grow taller!

The thick trunk grows windingly, and the canopy spreads out, forming a natural wooden table in just a few breaths.

The roots beneath the table broke through the soil again, twisting and coiling, quickly forming two sturdy and rustic wooden stools.

The entire process was silent and swift, filled with a strange and beautiful sense of life bursting forth.

However, Yue Guan's expression suddenly changed the moment Fu Shiyan summoned her Martial Soul.

What surprised him was neither the exquisite control over the Martial Soul, nor the strangeness of the Martial Soul itself.

What shocked him was Fu Shiyan's fleeting, undisguised aura of Soul Power just now!

That aura was solid and profound, clearly indicating... the level of a level 75 Soul Saint!

But judging from his bone structure and facial features, the person in front of me is clearly only eighteen or nineteen years old!

An eighteen-year-old Soul Saint?

Yue Guan felt a dryness in his throat, something that was completely beyond his previous understanding.

Even the legendary geniuses recorded in the Spirit Hall's archives could never have reached such heights at such a young age!

Fu Shiyan ignored Yue Guan's shock. He calmly sat down on the newly made wooden stool and gestured for her to sit.

Yue Guan took a deep breath, suppressing the Jingtao in his heart, shook his head, and sighed:

"It seems your identity is even more mysterious than I imagined."

Having said that, he sat down as instructed.

Fu Shiyan asked again, unhurriedly, "Then, I wonder if Senior Yue Guan has consulted Senior Ghost Douluo's opinion?"

Yue Guan then replied, "There's no need to specifically ask for Old Ghost's opinion."

"Given our decades-long friendship, he would never object once I've made a decision."

"Now, may you state your purpose and what you need me to do?"

After speaking, he stared intently at Fu Shiyan, awaiting her answer.

Fu Shiyan gazed calmly at Yue Guan and slowly spoke:

"I have no need for Senior Yue Guan to change anything."

"You were just like you were in the Spirit Hall before, and you remain the same afterward."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "However, I need Senior Yue Guan to keep a close eye on Pope Bibi Dong while you and Senior Ghost Douluo are at the Spirit Hall."

Upon hearing Yue Guan's eyes widened in disbelief and astonishment. He even leaned forward slightly in shock, asking in return:

"Your His Holiness the Pope? Observe Your His Holiness the Pope?! What do you mean by that?"

This request is absolutely astounding!

To monitor the Pope, the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall, whose power is unfathomable?

In his past understanding, this was an absolute taboo, a thought even more insane than betrayal!

Fu Shiyan seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and nodded slowly, her tone calm yet solemn, as she began to explain:

"I'm sure Senior Yue Guan has already guessed that I am not from any known empire, sect, or family on the Douluo Continent."

"I belong to an ancient family that has been secluded for a long time, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world, and has not participated in the conflicts of the continent for a thousand years."

His tone turned slightly somber, taking on a serious tone as he continued:

"My entry into this world on the orders of my family stems from an extremely ancient prophecy passed down through generations of the family, a prophecy that has been strictly emphasized by every patriarch."

"The core of the prophecy is just one sentence: 'If the Rakshasa Inheritance in the world, the continent will surely be plunged into catastrophe, and all living beings will suffer.'"

"Rakshasa?!" Yue Guan exclaimed in a low voice, the name was not entirely unfamiliar to him.

Among the fragmentary texts collected by the Spirit Hall, there are sporadic mentions of this Deity's name, which represents extreme evil, slaughter, and disaster, and is often associated with Destruction.

Fu Shiyan nodded firmly and continued, "That's right, it is the Rakshasa God who wields the power of evil and slaughter."

"The prophecy foretells that whoever successfully inherits the Rakshasa Godhood god will be corrupted by divinity, and their temperament will gradually become distorted, capricious, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty, regarding all living beings as mere straw dogs."

"And the trial grounds for their inheritance, according to family records, are located deep within that ' Slaughter City '."

He looked at Yue Guan, his gaze seemingly piercing through the woods before him, landing on a scene of bloodshed:

"To qualify for the Rakshasa Inheritance in the Slaughter City, the primary condition is to pass through the Hell Road and obtain the title of ' God of Slaughter '."

"And currently, on the continent, there are only three contemporary God of Slaughter who have survived and left the Slaughter City."

He counted on his fingers. "The previous sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Chen."

"Tang Hao, the current Clear Sky Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect."

"And... Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall."

"Therefore," Fu Shiyan concluded, "Bibi Dong is currently one of the most likely 'suspects' to have come into contact with and inherit the Rakshasa Godhood."

"What I need from you, senior, is not to risk your life to spy, but to observe whether there are any signs of a gradual change in her temperament or increasingly extreme and cruel behavior during your daily interactions, reports, and even observations from afar."

"This matter has nothing to do with personal grudges; it concerns the future safety of hundreds of millions of lives on the mainland."

Yue Guan was shocked and his scalp tingled by this series of dense and terrifying information.

Monitoring the Pope?

The thought itself sent chills down his spine.

The combination of terms like "hidden family for a thousand years," "ancient prophecy," "the appearance of the Rakshasa God," and "major calamity on the continent" was like a series of heavy blows to his cognitive barriers, forcibly opening a door to something unprecedented for him.

The open space fell into a long silence, broken only by the rustling of the night wind through the treetops.

Yue Guan's expression shifted rapidly, and a fine layer of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead as he struggled intensely within himself.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, yet it also felt like it had only been a moment.

Finally, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he raised his head with some difficulty and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Okay... I promise you."

"But only to the extent possible through daily observation."

"Your Excellency should understand that His Old Ghost the His Holiness the Pope immense power and meticulous attention to detail. Given our positions and authority within the Spirit Hall, any attempt to conduct close surveillance in any form is wishful thinking, and if we are discovered, we will face utter ruin."

Fu Shiyan nodded understandingly, her tone softening as she reassured him:

"That's natural."

"You just need to pay more attention during your daily official duties and meetings, relying on your Titled Douluo's keen senses."

"After all, Bibi Dong is currently only one of the 'suspects,' and the prophecy did not specify her. Perhaps we are overthinking it."