The Mysterious Origins of Shang An

"Unknown origin?"

Although Bibi Dong only asked a simple question, the deacon below was already breaking into a cold sweat.

As the Pope who led Martial Soul Hall to its peak, Bibi Dong commanded immense prestige within the organization.

Aside from the Worship Hall, all other personnel in Martial Soul Hall held deep respect and awe for her.

Having failed to complete the task assigned by the Pope, the deacon felt extremely terrified.

"Y-yes."

Seeing that Bibi Dong was not angry, the deacon continued.

"We have repeatedly searched the road where young master Shang An was first found. We investigated everyone who had passed through or lived in the vicinity six years ago, but we found no record of anyone losing or abandoning a child."

"It is as if, it is as if..."

"It is as if he simply appeared there, is that it?"

"Yes, your wisdom is profound, Pope."

"Enough, let this matter end here. You may withdraw."

Bibi Dong waved her hand, and the deacon below bowed once more before hurrying out of the Pope Palace.

After the deacon left the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong lazily stretched her body, rested her forehead on her jade hand, and slumped onto the Pope Throne, a look of contemplation appearing on her beautiful face.

Bibi Dong was not stupid; on the contrary, she was extremely intelligent and possessed strong methods. Otherwise, she could never have controlled Martial Soul Hall under the suppression of Qian Daoliu and developed it to its peak.

It could be said that except for matters regarding Yu Dash, her intelligence was always sharp.

Regarding Shang An's background, she had her own speculations; perhaps it was related to the legendary gods.

However, she was already a level 99 Peak Douluo and the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, so she was confident in her ability to suppress Shang An.

By the time Shang An grew up, she might have already completed her God Trial and become the new generation of the Rakshasa God.

Moreover, since Shang An was her disciple, she was confident that as long as she lived, Shang An would always remain her subordinate.

Suddenly, she looked up at an empty space in the great hall.

"Since you have come, show yourself."

"As expected, you are also approaching this step."

A middle-aged man with golden hair appeared suddenly, looking at Bibi Dong with slight surprise.

"Hmph! Qian Daoliu, who gave you permission to trespass in the Pope Palace?"

Bibi Dong stood up, her tone icy, and a terrifying, thick aura pressed toward Qian Daoliu. Qian Daoliu did not show weakness, releasing his own aura as a level 99 Peerless Douluo.

The Holy Imperial Warriors outside the Pope Palace felt their hearts tighten suddenly for no reason, as if facing some great terror, but the feeling dissipated quickly, as if it were just an illusion.

"Bibi Dong, do not forget who pushed you into this position!"

Qian Daoliu retracted his aura and glanced at Bibi Dong indifferently. After all, she was Xue'er's mother, and he could not truly bring himself to attack her.

Furthermore, the current Bibi Dong was not the same as she once was; she was no longer someone he could suppress at will. If she disregarded everything and used the divine power within her, the outcome of a real fight would be hard to predict.

"Qian Daoliu! I am the Pope of Martial Soul Hall now."

Bibi Dong did not back down. She was still very wary of Qian Daoliu; the clash of their auras just now appeared to be a draw, but in reality, she had already fallen into a disadvantage.

If Qian Daoliu hadn't voluntarily withdrawn his aura, she would have suffered a silent loss.

Even with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in hand, she was likely no match for Qian Daoliu, but admitting defeat was out of the question.

The two stood in a standoff for a long time, until Qian Daoliu finally broke the silence.

"That child..."

"Don't even think about it. He is my disciple."

Bibi Dong watched Qian Daoliu vigilantly.

Qian Daoliu thought for a moment and ultimately decided not to argue further. In the past, he might have contested this with Bibi Dong.

But with the growth of Qian Renxue, the only thing on his mind now was fulfilling the wish the Qian Clan had held for countless years; everything else could be set aside.

With a flash, Qian Daoliu left the Pope Palace, leaving only one sentence in the air.

"Remember, you are, and always will be, the Pope of Martial Soul Hall."

Watching Qian Daoliu's departure with cold eyes, Bibi Dong sat back down on the Pope Throne. She did not yet have the strength to fall out with Qian Daoliu.

"I will cultivate my own disciple to surpass her, defeat her, and trample the hopes of your Qian Clan underfoot. Just you wait."

By night, a room not far from Bibi Dong's bedchamber had been cleaned up to serve as Shang An's room.

Shang An lay on the bed, his eyes unfocused.

He replayed everything from today in his mind. Surely, Martial Soul Hall was already investigating his origins. Let them investigate; they wouldn't find anything anyway, and it might even lead them to some wild, self-invented theories.

However, Bibi Dong was ultimately a problem. Don't be fooled by her gentle demeanor toward him today; he knew that this woman was already insane.

Her inner paranoia was so great that she wanted to destroy Martial Soul Hall and everything else. If she were allowed to continue on this path, Martial Soul Hall would still follow the same old road as in the original story.

He was basically tied to Martial Soul Hall, so naturally, he had no desire to kiss up to Tang San.

Suddenly, Shang An flipped off the bed and jumped up, having made his decision: saving Martial Soul Hall would start with changing Bibi Dong.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock."

Bibi Dong was wearing her nightgown, her proud curves faintly visible, as she stood at the entrance of her bedchamber looking at the small figure knocking at her door.

"Xiao An, what's wrong?"

"Teacher, I'm afraid of the dark."

Shang An stared up with teary, glistening eyes, looking pitiful and helpless.

Bibi Dong found it amusing; she had thought the boy had some sort of problem, but she never expected it to be fear of the dark.

"Xiao An, you must learn to be independent..."

Looking at Shang An's pitiful, watery eyes, with tears welling up as if they were about to fall, Bibi Dong found she couldn't bring herself to finish what she was going to say.

"Sigh, alright then, Xiao An, you can sleep with Teacher tonight, but only this once."

Shang An immediately turned his sorrow into joy, happily hugging Bibi Dong's thigh.

"Yes, Teacher."

Perhaps this was the benefit of having high charisma; Shang An was very satisfied with the effect of his Great Freedom True Scripture in boosting his charm.

Next, Shang An took off his shoes and outer robe, obediently lying down on the bed.

Bibi Dong looked at the small head peeking out and smiled slightly; Shang An could be considered the first male to ever enter her bedchamber.

Then, Bibi Dong also lay down gently on the bed; at her level, ordinary meditation was no longer useful.

Perhaps a single epiphany could lead to a new realm, or perhaps one could be trapped in a single realm for a lifetime. Rather than suffering through bitter meditation, it was better to sleep and relieve the daily mental exhaustion; perhaps she might even break through in her dreams.

Lying on the bed, Bibi Dong's thoughts were in turmoil. She had never been this close to any man before, even if this was just a boy. She didn't know why she had been bewitched into agreeing to Xiao An's request.

Feeling the soft, peaceful aura radiating from Shang An, she became somewhat mesmerized. Her chaotic thoughts from the day involuntarily emptied, and before she knew it, Bibi Dong fell asleep.

Following the instincts of her body, Bibi Dong couldn't help but move closer to Shang An. It seemed it still wasn't enough, and finally, she pulled Shang An into her arms, using him as a body pillow.

Shang An looked at the cleavage inches away, his heart completely calm, as his body simply didn't support any other reaction.

However, he hadn't come here just to sleep with Bibi Dong; more importantly, he was here to stir up her obsessions.

He intended to subtly change Bibi Dong to prevent her from being consumed by her obsessions and walking down the same old path.

Normally, with Shang An's strength, it would be impossible to use Psychic Power on Bibi Dong without her noticing. But Bibi Dong's own obsessions were too deep, leaving her mind riddled with holes.

It could be said that she had already fallen into a demonic state; in a cultivation world, she would have long since been plagued by Inner Demons.

And at this moment, Bibi Dong was in a deep sleep, her mind almost completely unguarded, which gave Shang An his chance.

The next day, Bibi Dong woke from her sleep and prepared to stretch. It had been a long time since she had such a comfortable sleep; she felt as if she had had a dream last night.

In the dream, she had returned to her youth, where there was no Qian Xunji and no Yu Xiaogang. She was playing freely by the seaside with Xiao An, just like a child.

Wait, Shang An!

Bibi Dong suddenly snapped awake to find Shang An held in her arms, her other hand still resting on Shang An's bottom.

Bibi Dong's pretty face flushed red. Taking advantage of the fact that Shang An hadn't woken up yet, she gently placed him on the bed and then tiptoed away.

She felt a wave of shyness in her heart.

At this moment, she felt so embarrassed she could have died of shame.

Bibi Dong comforted herself in her heart, and while Shang An was still asleep, she quickly left the bedchamber.

"Still, sleeping while holding Xiao An was actually quite comfortable... pfft, stop, don't think about it anymore."

After Bibi Dong left, Shang An slowly opened his eyes.