Lin Qingmo: Don't Say You Can't! The Clear Sky Sect Appears in Spirit City!

"That's truly unbelievable."

Lin Qingmo chuckled and shook her head.

"The Pope himself actually went to the middle of nowhere to find me and become my Master."

"Dong'er, what did you want from me back then?"

"Don't tell me you fell in love with me at first sight; I was too young back then."

This is very serious.

Listening to the boy's complaints, a complex bitterness flashed across Bibi Dong's eyes.

She gently bit her lower lip and spoke Youyou.

At first... I was just curious.

"All those 'prophecies' you made in the group chat—those about Tang San, about Yu Xiaogang, even about my future tragic fate... every single one of them came true."

"I know you are from another world."

"So, when I first came to your side, it was only to monitor you and control you, the biggest variable."

At this point, Bibi Dong raised her eyes.

Those Purple Eyes were filled with deep love and obsession.

"But A-Qing..."

"I calculated everything correctly, except for my own heart."

"Watching you grow up day by day."

"Look at you, shamelessly mocking those so-called hypocrites."

"Seeing you smile so unguarded in front of me..."

"I'm hooked."

"From when did I stop treating you as a tool to control the future?"

"I only want to possess you."

No one can take it away.

Bibi Dong's voice was choked with emotion.

The empress, who had held supreme power over the entire continent for many years, began to tremble violently.

She gazed at Lin Qingmo with an almost humble look.

"A-Qing..."

Will you blame me for lying to you?

"Don't you think I'm a scheming, wicked woman who's using you as a pawn?"

At this moment, where was the slightest trace of the powerful and awe-inspiring Pope that Bibi Dong once was?

She was nothing more than a fragile woman, plagued by anxieties and fears of being abandoned by the one she loved.

Looking at Bibi Dong's vulnerable appearance, Lin Qingmo's hidden frustration had completely vanished.

He sighed softly.

The hand that was wrapped around Bibi Dong's slender waist tightened slightly.

He pressed her even closer to his chest.

"Master."

Lin Qingmo curled his lips slightly, his smile incredibly irritating.

Do you think I'm stupid?

"I can tell whether someone's kindness to me is feigned or genuine."

"If someone only uses me as a pawn, why would they dedicate all of the Spirit Hall's top resources to me?"

"How could someone possibly be willing to shed their pride and become my bodyguard in the wilderness just to accompany me as I grow up?"

"Even..."

Lin Qingmo looked down at the two of them, now pressed together without any reservation.

He chuckled mischievously.

"They even abandoned the sacred and inviolable dignity of the Pope, letting me do whatever I wanted with them."

"If I have to blame you for even this..."

A hint of a smile flashed in Lin Qingmo's eyes, "Then what's the difference between me and Tang San or Yu Xiaogang?"

Lin Qingmo is not the kind of hypocrite who takes advantage of others and then acts innocent.

He experienced unparalleled pleasure during that intimate encounter.

He would never be the kind of ruthless, greedy, or despicable person who takes advantage of others and then reneges on their promises.

Upon hearing Lin Qingmo's words...

Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled slightly.

The panic and unease that had been building up inside me shattered completely in that instant.

The single, clear tear that had lingered in the corner of her eye for so long finally slid down her cheek.

It hit the boy's warm collarbone.

It was scalding hot.

"A-Qing..."

Bibi Dong hugged Lin Qingmo tightly, pressing her face against the crook of his neck.

"This Spirit Hall, this world... I will give them all to you."

"As long as you stay by my side."

Lin Qingmo laughed upon hearing this.

He reached out and flicked Bibi Dong's full forehead.

What's so fun about conquering the world?

"I get exhausted just thinking about grading files all day."

"I prefer you, Master, to this Bingbing world."

Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled violently once again.

The love brimming in those Purple Eyes was almost overflowing.

The boy's words of love were direct and domineering, instantly striking the softest corner of her heart.

Over the years, everyone has feared her, hated her, and been wary of her.

Only the young man before her dared to tease her so unabashedly, treating her like an ordinary woman and showering her with affection.

"A-Qing..."

Bibi Dong's eyes were alluring.

The initial vulnerability and fear completely vanished.

Instead, it possessed an extremely aggressive allure.

She took the initiative to stick close.

Entanglement around me, soft and smooth like a snake.

Lin Qingmo was taken aback.

"Again... again?"

Bibi Dong parted her red lips slightly and exhaled a breath of warm air carrying the cool scent of lavender.

He whispered a provocative message in the boy's ear.

"A-Qing..."

"You're not impotent, are you?"

Upon hearing this...

Lin Qingmo immediately bristled!

You can say whatever you want about him, but you absolutely cannot say "no"!

"Are you saying I'm no good?"

Lin Qingmo immediately turned over.

Looking at the beautiful and luscious Bibi Dong before him, ready to be picked by anyone.

Upon learning that his Master was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope with the highest power in the world, the thrill brought by the taboo and the contrast instantly soared to its peak!

"If I don't make you cry and beg for mercy today, I'm not Lin Qingmo!"

Bibi Dong chuckled, "Then let's give it a try, my dear disciple..."

Night deepened.

The red candles flickered.

In this Spirit City, which symbolizes the highest power on the entire continent.

Tonight, I'm destined to be sleepless.

Stinging!

It felt like thousands of steel needles were twisting wildly deep inside my mind.

"Hiss!"

Tang San gasped.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty.

The vision gradually cleared from blurry.

What came into view was a somewhat dim and gloomy Secret Chamber.

The air was filled with the smell of stale wood.

Eight tall figures draped in wide black robes stood silently around him like Gui Mei.

A feeling of weakness washed over my entire body.

That was the backlash from forcibly shattering the Spirit Ring.

That was the terrible price he paid after being swept away by that woman's sword.

The last scene in Tang San's memory was still frozen on the Great Soul Arena.

That high and mighty Six-Winged Angel who tore off his golden mask.

Qian Renxue!

Seven-Ring Soul Sage!

Angel True Body!

Angel Domain!

His own prized, bizarre Hidden Weapon were nothing more than a laughable trick in the face of absolute suppression of Soul Power Level.

He was even forced to use the Great Sumeru Hammer's ultimate technique, Ring Detonation!

Even with the Ring Detonation, they still lost.

Shame!

An utterly unprecedented and unparalleled disgrace!

Tang San gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands.

Who are you?

Where is this place?

A hoarse, dry voice squeezed out from deep in Tang San's throat.

He subconsciously reached for the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges his waist, his eyes gleaming with extreme vigilance.

If these people make the slightest move, he will not hesitate to pull out a poison needle and kill them.

"Xiao San, can't you even sense your uncle's presence?"

The leader of the Black-Robed Person let out a low sigh.

The black hood was slowly pulled back.

He revealed a weathered, stern face with features as sharp as if carved by a knife.

That's Tang Xiao, the current Clear Sky Sect!

Immediately afterwards.

The other seven figures in black robes also removed their hats.

One by one, stiff, serious faces, bearing the marks of time, appeared.

They are the seven elders of the Clear Sky Sect!