Qian Daoliu: How Did I End Up Being the Bad Guy?

On the high pavilion of the Pope Palace in Spirit City.

As dawn broke through the thin clouds, it sprinkled golden rays between the giant white jade pillars.

Saintess Hu Liena, holding a stack of newly compiled urgent intelligence, stepped over the high threshold.

Bibi Dong sat enthroned on the Pope Throne in the center of the hall.

Hu Liena looked closely, and her steps slowed down slightly.

This high and mighty Pope's teacher looks rather strange today.

A hint of weariness, from staying up all night, lingered between his brows.

Yet, her exquisitely beautiful face had an unusually rosy glow.

Her fair, jade-like skin seemed to have received the finest nourishment from heaven and earth, radiating an alluring glow in the sunlight.

Hu Liena blinked her big eyes, a question creeping into her mind.

This youthful glow is even more miraculous than eating Immortal Herb.

"Teacher, are you alright?"

Hu Liena tentatively took a few steps forward and asked softly.

"It's alright."

Bibi Dong gracefully extended her jade-like hand and picked up a white porcelain teacup from the table.

She parted her red lips slightly, took a small sip of fragrant floral tea, and moistened her slightly dry throat.

"What brings you to see your master so early?"

Hu Liena withdrew her curious gaze and quickly handed over the intelligence report.

"Teacher, I'm worried about Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu."

"Yesterday, those eight old guys from the Clear Sky Sect suddenly made their move on the field, which is bound to cause a great upheaval on the continent."

"Xiao Wu's identity as Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast has been completely spread, and various forces are stirring up trouble. Should we send the Judgment Hall's secret guards to provide support?"

They're friends who trained together on Sea God Island, so it's normal for her to care.

Upon hearing Bibi Dong's eyes slightly lifted, forming an extremely beautiful curve.

No need to worry.

"That little rascal has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

"A few small fry can't harm him in the slightest."

Hu Liena froze, unsure whether to nod or not.

Little rascal?

His Holiness the Pope, actually calls Lin Qingmo... a little rascal?

What's with that tone of voice, a mix of doting affection, a hint of coquettishness, and a dash of indulgence?

Hu Liena rubbed her ears, seriously suspecting that she hadn't slept well last night and was hallucinating.

Bibi Dong put down her teacup, the porcelain clinking together with a crisp sound.

"A-Qing..."

When this name was mentioned, a barely perceptible hint of tenderness flickered in Bibi Dong's deep blue eyes.

"It's a miracle he didn't go around scamming other people."

"You should focus on handling the aftermath of the competition and your own cultivation; you don't need to worry about anything else."

Bibi Dong looked at Hu Liena, her eyes lighting up.

Nana also needs to be sent to Sea God Island.

Seeing her teacher's certainty, Hu Liena finally felt relieved.

"Your disciple obeys."

She bowed and withdrew from the main hall.

My mind was still racing, wondering what kind of amazing beauty techniques my teacher had mastered.

They had no idea what a grueling all-night battle their teacher had just endured.

Just as Hu Liena stepped out of the hall, another tall and slender figure walked towards her.

Qian Renxue, dressed in a magnificent robe trimmed with gold thread, strode straight into the Pope Palace.

The warm atmosphere inside the hall instantly froze.

The gentleness on Bibi Dong's face vanished completely.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze as cold as the eternal frost of the Far North.

Last night, when Lin Qingmo held her in his arms on the bed, he had already whispered his true feelings in her ear.

This little rascal confessed that he had already told Qian Renxue all the old grievances and secrets from back then.

No wonder that girl looked at me so strangely and complicated before.

Bibi Dong's slender fingers, resting on the Spider Emperor Scepter, tightened slightly.

What are you doing here?

A cold voice echoed in the hall.

"..."

Qian Renxue stood in the center of the main hall, staring directly at the woman on the high platform.

Her hands, hidden within the wide sleeves, were clenched tightly together, her nails digging deep into her palms.

She didn't sleep all night.

My mind was filled with the gentle, coquettish look in Bibi Dong's eyes when she looked at Lin Qingmo after yesterday's match.

That look in her eyes was like a fire, burning her with anguish and keeping her awake all night.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her heart filled with mad confusion.

Her mind was filled with those absurd and terrifying speculations from last night.

Qian Renxue wanted nothing more than to shout at him, "Do you have some kind of relationship with Lin Qingmo?"

This is her mother, and the genius boy she cares about most!

But the words were on the tip of her tongue, and she swallowed them back.

If I were to ask about something so absurd in person, and I turned out to be wrong, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?

Moreover, this involves the Pope's dignity and privacy.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress the turmoil in her heart.

"What, have you become mute?"

Bibi Dong looked down at her from her high vantage point and let out a cold snort.

"If there's nothing else, then leave. I don't have time to waste here with you."

Qian Renxue was just about to make up an excuse to brush it off.

A dazzling golden holy light erupted from the void.

Golden rays pierced the clouds and penetrated the stained-glass dome atop the Pope Palace.

An immense and unparalleled supreme pressure poured down from the sky.

The floor of the entire hall trembled slightly.

Six enormous golden wings unfurled in the void.

The Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu descended into the center of the main hall, bathed in holy light.

Qian Daoliu wore a white robe with gold patterns, his old face as cold as iron.

His two sharp, sword-like eyes were fixed on Bibi Dong on the high platform.

He immediately launched into a harsh and unforgiving interrogation.

"Why did you let that Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast go in public yesterday?"

"You actually let go of Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring and Soul Bone that were delivered right to your door?"

The Qian Daoliu, like a great bell, echoed within the main hall.

The old man harbored a nameless rage.

He didn't care whether a mere little rabbit lived or died.

What concerned him was Bibi Dong's extremely unusual behavior.

When did this woman change her profession and become a living bodhisattva, doing good deeds and accumulating merit?

Over the years, Bibi Dong's thoughts have become increasingly difficult to fathom.

She acts with unconventional and imaginative ideas, often leaving even the Worship Hall behind.

It's like he's become a completely different person.

Bibi Dong sat on the Pope Throne, looking down at the highest guardian of the Spirit Hall.

A disdainful sneer curled at the corner of her lips.

"I can release it if I want to."

"What, do I need to report to you when I do things?"

Arrogant!

Overbearing!

They showed absolutely no respect to this Level 99 Peerless Douluo!

Qian Daoliu's face immediately darkened, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

The Berserk Soul Power raged and shook within the hall.

"Bibi Dong! Don't forget who you are!"

"You are the Pope of the Spirit Hall, not some sect's benevolent philanthropist!"

"You don't know what Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is?"

"The Worship Hall has the power to oversee the Pope, and I demand an explanation today."

Bibi Dong dismissively flicked her sleeve.

"Explain?"

What explanation does the Grand Pontiff want?

"That Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is now a member of the champion team Heaven Dou Team, and is even a mature Spirit Emperor, no different from a human."

"Since I have already declared her human in my capacity as Pope, there is no reason for me to take it back."

"Or is the Grand Pontiff planning to personally take action and bully a bunch of children to bring honor to the Spirit Hall?"

Bibi Dong's barrage of rhetorical questions.

He directly confronted Qian Daoliu, causing his beard to tremble and a mouthful of blood to choke in his throat.

Is he that kind of person?

No, he isn't!

He just wanted to see what Bibi Dong's attitude was.

But their reputation was tarnished instead.

How did I become the villain?

The anger in Qian Daoliu's eyes was almost bursting out.

He had never experienced such humiliation in his entire life.

I am, after all, a top-tier expert on the mainland, Grand Pontiff!

This woman dared to slap him in the face in front of her granddaughter!