Reunion with Bibi Dong

The Worship Hall stood atop Central Mountain, while the Pope Palace was located halfway up the mountain.

Ye Qifeng once again experienced the dizzying sensation of high-speed movement.

Along the way, Gui Mei introduced Ye Qifeng to several points of etiquette for meeting the Pope.

A few minutes later.

Outside the Council Hall of the Pope Palace.

The figures of Gui Mei and Ye Qifeng emerged from a cloud of Ghost Mist.

To the left and right of the doors stood a Holy Emperor Warrior, each responsible for guarding the entrance.

"Open the doors!"

Gui Mei drew an Elder Token exclusive to him from beneath his black robe, showed it to the two guards, and gave the order.

The two Holy Emperor Warriors immediately stepped forward and pushed open the palace doors, which stood over ten meters tall, ushering the pair inside.

Following Gui Mei's footsteps, Ye Qifeng stepped into the Council Hall of the Pope Palace.

After entering the hall.

Ye Qifeng swept his gaze around and found that the Council Hall covered over a thousand square meters. It was enormous and empty.

He then looked toward the raised platform in the hall.

Bibi Dong's beautiful figure immediately entered his sight.

Ye Qifeng's gaze was instantly and firmly drawn to her.

At that moment, Bibi Dong sat upright upon the pale purple Pope Throne, no longer languidly crossing her jade-like legs as she usually did.

She held the two-meter-long Pope Scepter in her hand, her lovely pale purple eyes fixed directly on Ye Qifeng.

Her pinkish-purple hair was casually tied behind her head, complementing the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown atop it perfectly. Bathed in the surrounding hazy purple glow, she exuded a noble and captivating beauty.

Together with her fair skin and nearly flawless features, she looked utterly extraordinary.

Bibi Dong's beauty was breathtaking. Compared to when Ye Qifeng had first met her six years ago, her noble, elegant, and tranquil temperament had only grown more pronounced.

Though she was now past forty, time had not left the slightest trace upon her. She looked no different from a young woman in her early twenties.

Seeing the nearly perfect Bibi Dong again, Ye Qifeng's dark eyes did not leave her for even an instant. Without the slightest restraint, he offered her his praise and admiration from the depths of his heart.

Such a perfect woman—how could I let anyone destroy her? Ye Qifeng thought, his gaze resolute.

Ye Qifeng looked at Bibi Dong, and Bibi Dong looked at him as well.

Their eyes met, each of their gazes falling upon the other.

Although they had met not long ago at the Spirit Temple in the West District, the time had been too brief. Now that they were reunited, both were happy, though for different reasons.

One admired; the other anticipated.

Bibi Dong's gaze remained fixed on Ye Qifeng as she watched him walk in from outside, step by step. Her pretty face was filled with expectation.

Hoo...

Finally seeing Ye Qifeng arrive, Bibi Dong relaxed inwardly and gently exhaled a fragrant breath.

It seems this child was not snatched away by Qian Daoliu.

She had gained a slight advantage over Qian Daoliu in this contest to claim him, and her mood was quite good.

A smile suddenly appeared on Bibi Dong's lovely face. She felt that it was settled.

Ever since learning that this child was the baby who had helped her break through to the Titled Douluo rank, she had kept a close watch on him.

She knew every detail about Ye Qifeng himself and his daily life.

That included his childhood-sweetheart relationship with her disciple Hu Liena, his interactions with that annoying child, his intelligence and quick wit from an early age, his photographic memory, his reading of every book in the Spirit Hall Archives at such a young age, his unusual insights into Martial Souls, and much more.

He was promising material for researching Martial Soul theory.

She had originally prepared herself to let Ye Qifeng pursue Martial Soul theory research if he could not become a Spirit Master.

But unexpectedly, he had given her an enormous surprise.

He had actually awakened a Martial Soul of god-grade quality.

Bibi Dong was happy for the child.

Seeing Ye Qifeng, whom she had kept under observation for the past two years, Bibi Dong could not help but curve her lips into a beautiful smile.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope! I have brought him here." Gui Mei led Ye Qifeng to the center of the hall and dropped to one knee.

Gui Mei's voice startled both of them from their thoughts.

Seeing Ye Qifeng staring blankly at Pope Bibi Dong, Gui Mei's face beneath his black robe could not help changing.

But Gui Mei did not dare act too recklessly. After all, this child was someone Bibi Dong valued greatly.

So he quickly reached out and nudged Ye Qifeng, signaling him to pay his respects.

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

Ye Qifeng snapped out of his fascination with Bibi Dong's beauty and immediately bent his knees, about to kneel.

He did not want to kneel to Qian Daoliu, but Bibi Dong was different. Who could blame him when she was so beautiful?

"No need for formalities."

Seeing Ye Qifeng about to kneel, Bibi Dong extended her jade-like hand and stopped him with Soul Power.

Then her beautiful eyes turned toward Gui Mei. Her red lips parted as she said calmly:

"Thank you for your trouble, Elder Gui. You may leave now."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Gui Mei kept his hood lowered without raising his head. After responding respectfully, he stood and withdrew from the hall.

Once Gui Mei had left, the doors to the Pope Palace hall closed again.

Bibi Dong rose from the Pope Throne, her graceful figure swaying as she drifted down like a celestial maiden descending from the heavens.

Bibi Dong came before Ye Qifeng, bringing with her a fragrant breeze that filled his nose.

Watching this scene, Ye Qifeng could not help widening his eyes slightly.

Bibi Dong paid no mind to Ye Qifeng's unconcealed stare. She knew she was beautiful; no man could withstand her beauty.

Even if he was still a child, he would be no exception.

Men are all the same. Not one of them is any good. No, this child is rather good, Bibi Dong thought.

She looked at the child before her.

His eyes were as black as ink and clear as water. He was about one meter and thirty centimeters tall, with glossy black hair flowing down his back. A trace of baby fat remained on his face, but his features had begun to mature, making him look like a handsome young boy.

He radiated a gentle, clean, tranquil air, carrying an infectious quality that made people want to sink into it without realizing it. It was as though the entire world had quieted down with him.

No wonder Nana and Qian Renxue both liked to cling to him.

Even she herself could not help feeling drawn to his gentle, peaceful nature, wanting to immerse herself in it.

Being beside him seemed to improve one's mood.

Bibi Dong's heart stirred. With light steps, she moved closer to Ye Qifeng and carefully sensed the aura around him.

A moment later, she confirmed something, and her eyes immediately lit up.

She could not help murmuring inwardly:

That's right! This is that miraculous aura. It seems even denser than it was six years ago.

As long as I stand beside this child, my heart calms in an instant. My negative emotions are driven away, my headaches ease, and my mind becomes clear.

It is such a comfortable feeling. It brings peace to the heart.

The two Spider Emperor Martial Souls within me seem to be stirring more intensely than before.

Even the influence of the Rakshasa Divine Power has been suppressed.

Bibi Dong could not help taking a deep breath, as though she wished to draw that mysterious aura into her body.

Fortunately, no one snatched him away.

A smug smile appeared on Bibi Dong's face, aimed squarely at Qian Daoliu.