The Family Stain Qian Daoliu Could Never Erase Despite a Lifetime of Honor

The hem of the Pope robe slid across the cool jade steps, leaving only the starlight hanging from the dome in the empty hall.

Bibi Dong walked slowly to the French windows, tapping the glass with her fingertips, the crisp sound regular and cool.

The Spirit City spread out beneath my feet—towering city walls like the spine of a giant beast, wide streets with winding lights, countless Soul Master moving about, their voices mingling into a distant hum.

This place is a sacred place in the hearts of all the Soul Master on the continent.

But she had no interest in this city.

Strength, Defense, Agility, and Breakthrough – the Single Attribute Four Clans – are now all in her grasp.

Lin Qingmo had casually mentioned these four clans rooted in the Heaven Dou Empire once.

So she wrote it down and took action.

"I wonder how A-Qing will react to this surprise?"

The whisper that escaped her lips was so soft that she could barely catch it herself.

Should I just send him a message?

Or should we wait until the child arrives in Spirit City and personally deliver this generous gift to him?

The moment that name was mentioned, the fingers tapping on the windowpane suddenly stopped.

A gentle, spring-like curve quietly appeared at the corners of his cold, hard lips.

But this curve was immediately and perfectly restored by the re-condensed frost.

Inside and outside the Spirit Hall, throughout the Douluo Continent, the only person who could make her lower her guard Lin Qingmo.

The person who came disgusted her even more.

"Boom--"

The main entrance to the hall was violently smashed open.

The two heavy stone doors slammed against the wall, creating a deafening roar that shook the entire palace.

A blinding golden light, carrying boundless fury, pierced straight in.

Upon landing, it created spiderweb-like cracks that spread across the jade floor.

Qian Daoliu's figure stepped out from the light.

The white robes of the worshippers were adorned with Six-Winged Angel patterns that shimmered with golden light, while illusory figures surged and undulated behind them, their divine pressure overwhelming and pouring outwards like a tidal wave.

In stark contrast to his holy aura was the anger on his face; Qian Daoliu's rage was so intense it seemed to burn through the glazed tiles of the palace roof.

"Bibi Dong!"

A thunderous roar exploded in the empty hall.

The echoes crashed against the walls, causing the hanging candlelight to flicker wildly.

"Why did you take action against the Single Attribute Four Clans without authorization!"

Qian Daoliu stared at Bibi Dong with eyes blazing with anger, uttering a stern question.

Bibi Dong slowly turned around, her skirt tracing a semi-circular arc on the jade brick.

She raised her chin, meeting his fiery gaze without flinching.

"Grand Pontiff, you broke into my Pope Palace in the dead of night, just for a few minor clans that broke away from the Clear Sky Sect?"

"A minor clan?"

Qian Daoliu a step forward, and new cracks appeared in the jade stone beneath his feet.

"Do you know that the Strength Clan is only a stone's throw from Heaven Dou City? The Spirit Hall uprooted four clans overnight. The Heaven Dou Imperial Family will surely be furious and conduct a thorough investigation if they find out—"

"So what?"

Bibi Dong interrupted him, her tone as flat as if she were discussing tomorrow's weather.

"How?"

The six-winged phantom behind Qian Daoliu suddenly expanded, and the entire hall was coated with a layer of golden light.

"Xue'er has been lying in wait in Heaven Dou for over ten years, and her grand plan to seize the country is about to succeed!"

"If you make a move, her identity could be exposed at any moment, and more than ten years of hard work could be wiped out—and you actually ask, so what?"

Upon hearing Bibi Dong's lips.

She sees things clearly.

Qian Daoliu's ambitions were not limited to those few minor clans.

The only person he ever truly cared about was his beloved granddaughter.

Qian Daoliu had initially promised to send Qian Renxue to Heaven Dou to accomplish some grand scheme of usurping the country.

In fact, Qian Daoliu looked down on the Heaven Dou Empire.

He simply wanted Qian Renxue to stay away from this "crazy woman."

To prevent the blood debt of his son Qian Xunji from falling on his precious granddaughter.

"Has the Grand Pontiff finished speaking?"

Bibi Dong stood in the center of the hall.

Faced with overwhelming pressure, he remained calm as if listening to a subordinate's report.

Qian Daoliu throbbed with anger at her attitude. "Bibi Dong, you—"

"I discovered the Ferocious Beast that murdered the former Pope Qian Xunji in the territory of the Single Attribute Four Clans."

Bibi Dong uttered the words "Qian Xunji," her voice suddenly turned venomous, her teeth grinding together with a sharp, grating sound, each word seeming to be dragged out from the deepest depths of hell.

The hatred surging in his eyes almost solidified into tangible darkness.

Even the sacred golden light surrounding Qian Daoliu involuntarily subsided a bit.

Using his name as a shield—she wished she could use this shield to drag that beast out and grind him to dust again.

"..."

Qian Daoliu's angry expression froze after being interrupted.

His tall figure seemed to have been pierced through the chest by an invisible blade, and he was frozen to the shattered jade ground.

He understood better than anyone else that Qian Xunji was not killed by Tang Hao, and the real culprit was standing just a few dozen steps away from him.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

That wretched child's actions back then made his father, who had lived a life of integrity, feel ashamed.

Out of guilt, and also because of Qian Renxue, he did not choose to pursue Bibi Dong, and instead handed over the Pope to Bibi Dong.

Now she's using this to silence him, and Qian Daoliu's breathing feels as heavy as lead.

Bibi Dong coldly scrutinized his frozen face.

He continued, "Although these Four Clans have long since broken away from the Clear Sky Sect, they still secretly colluded with the criminal Tang Hao, knowingly violating the law. According to the rules of the Spirit Hall, they should be severely punished."

Her tone was flat and monotone, simply stating a fact.

"If the Grand Pontiff has any doubts, he may now question Elder Chrysanthemum and Elder Ghost, who witnessed Tang Hao's death."

Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, her tone even carrying a hint of politeness.

"After you've found out the truth, then you can criticize me for being a qualified Pope, how about that?"

"..."

The main hall fell into a deathly silence.

Qian Daoliu stood there, his chest heaving violently, the veins on the back of his clenched fists bulging into hideous furrows.

Tang Hao is universally recognized as the murderer who killed Qian Xunji.

The Spirit Hall pursued him for over ten years, and the truth was beyond reproach; no one could utter a single word against him.

The Single Attribute Four Clans colluded with Tang Hao, and their arrest and execution are entirely reasonable.

Even if the matter escalated to the imperial court of the two great empires of Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire, the Spirit Hall would still hold the upper hand.

What else could he do?

A public announcement was made to the entire continent: the murderer of the former Pope is none other than the current Pope, Bibi Dong?

The Spirit Hall will lose all face.

Qian Renxue's future succession will also be completely overturned.

"..."

He opened his mouth, his chapped lips moved a few times, but ultimately no sound came out.

After a long silence that seemed to solidify into amber, Qian Daoliu gave her a deep look.

That glance held a heavy sorrow, a restrained forbearance, and an unspeakable weariness.

"Bibi Dong."

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded. "You really... are very well..."

Bibi Dong responded with a nonchalant smile, "Grand Pontiff, you flatter me. It's all for the sake of the Spirit Hall."

"..."

Qian Daoliu said no more, his body transforming into a golden stream of light that shot straight into the sky.

They arrived in a rage, and left without a trace.

Bibi Dong stared intently in the direction where the golden light had disappeared, a cold, sharp smile curving her lips.

"Oh."

The glory of the Six-Winged Angel, the arrogance of the continent's strongest.

The old man who lived his whole life in this halo of glory was ultimately rendered speechless by her casual remark.

She turned and strolled back to the Pope Throne, picking up the dark Communication Token from the table.

With her fingertips imbued with Soul Power, she branded a line of words onto the token.

"A-Qing, all Single Attribute Four Clans have been annihilated."

A flash of light, and the words vanished into Voidness.

The moment he put down the token, his once sharp and cold eyes and brows transformed into a deep, still pool.