Bibi Dong's Tender Care

Leaning back in his chair on the Xue Ye, his tense body relaxed.

He knew the value of Qian Daoliu's promise.

This old Angel has lived in the Soul Master World for over a hundred years, never breaking his word or betraying his oath.

If he says he won't kill, then he definitely won't.

He coughed and chuckled, then said, "The God Lord that woman spoke of is on the Sun Moon Continent."

"A woman taking on the Spirit Hall? She must have someone backing her; you should be able to guess that."

"What does that God Lord look like?"

"I don't know, he covered his face with dark energy."

"I've only seen him once. Judging from his build, he should be a man. As for the rest—I don't know anything else."

"Does he really not know, or is he pretending not to know?"

"Really, we haven't been here long, we're just peripheral members, she doesn't let us touch the core matters at all."

Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment, then reached out and placed his palm on Xue Ye's dantian.

The Angelic Divine Power poured in, shattering Xue Ye's Martial Soul along with all the meridians in his body.

He let out a muffled groan in the Xue Ye, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't utter a sound.

He slumped in the chair, his face as pale as paper, but his expression was surprisingly calm.

"I'll spare your life, but cripple your cultivation. That's the price."

Qian Daoliu turned around and instructed Golden Crocodile Douluo, "Take them back to Spirit City and lock them up for later disposal."

Qian Daoliu lifted the tent flap and went outside.

Outside the tent, the remaining taxi drivers stood there blankly.

Qian Daoliu stood before the command tent, his voice projected through his Soul Power, echoing across the entire battlefield. "Emperor Xue Ye of the Heaven Dou Empire has been deposed."

"From this day forward, the Heaven Dou Empire will be merged into the Martial Soul Federation and will cease to exist as an empire. Those who lay down their weapons will not be killed."

The remnants of the Heaven Dou Empire looked at each other, waiting for the others to make a decision.

Just then, a young taxi driver glanced at Qian Daoliu, who was holding the holy sword high in front of the commander's tent, and then at his bewildered companions beside him.

His hands began to tremble; the question that had been weighing on his mind for days finally had an answer.

He came here to fight because the emperor gave the order, not because he wanted to fight.

Now that the emperor has been deposed, the Grand Pontiff standing in front of the general's tent said that surrendered soldiers would not be killed, and that they could live if they laid down their weapons.

He released his grip, and the sound of the spear hitting the ground was exceptionally clear on the deathly silent battlefield. After the first one, there was a second, a third... the tenth... the hundredth... the sounds of weapons falling to the ground blended together.

No one spoke, but most people made the same choice.

The battle for Spirit City has come to a complete end.

A few days later, the Spirit Hall began a comprehensive manual renovation and restoration project.

The Soul Master worked together with the city's residents to clear the ruins, and the dilapidated city walls were rebuilt.

The ruins of the Bright Lamp Tower have been cleared, and a new lighthouse base has been cast on the foundation.

Qian Daoliu personally led his men to Heaven Dou City.

When the Xue Family's royal family was brought out of the palace, the people of Heaven Dou City stood on both sides of the street, silently watching as this family, which had ruled them for thousands of years, was escorted onto a carriage.

As he promised, Qian Daoliu did not kill a single member of the Xue Family.

He stripped all the adult members of the royal family of their cultivation, gave them a settlement allowance, and then banished them to a small town in the Star Luo Empire.

The once-royal family of the continent has now become a third-rate family that can't even be considered a sect.

In addition, after several days of rest, Qian Xunji's penetrating wound to her heart has completely healed.

The Light Torso Bone repaired his heart layer by layer, and golden divine power sustained the most fundamental vitality of his body.

But he never woke up; his breathing remained weak, and his face remained pale.

But for everyone, this is already incredibly good news.

Inside the bedchamber, Bibi Dong sat on the edge of the bed, soaked a towel in warm water, wrung it out, unfolded it, and began wiping Qian Xunji's face.

"Xunji, our Spirit Hall has already begun the process of establishing a nation, just as you suggested."

Bibi Dong wiped the glass, she said softly, "The Federal Council is still in preparation. The Lower Four Sects have all joined, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has also officially submitted its membership application."

"The capital will remain in Spirit City; we won't move it."

"You said that Spirit City is our home, and the capital of the Federation should be our home."

She flipped the towel over and wiped his arm. "If you woke up and saw all this, you'd be so happy, wouldn't you?"

After he finished speaking, Bibi Dong noticed that his lips were slightly chapped due to dehydration.

Bibi Dong put down the towel, picked up the glass of warm water on the bedside table, and took a small sip.

She bent down, gently supporting Qian Xunji's chin with one hand, and pressed her lips to his, slowly feeding him water.

After feeding him, Bibi Dong didn't straighten up immediately. She licked his lips with the tip of her tongue, moistening his dry lips little by little.

After doing all this, she straightened up, put the water glass back on the bedside table, and reached out to tidy up the stray hairs on Qian Xunji's forehead.

"I'm going to the Pope Palace. There's a lot going on right now. The Federation's charter needs to be finalized, and there's also the Research Institute's work. Without you, Dugu Bo will be handling everything alone."

She stood up and glanced back as she walked to the door.

"Wait for me to come back."

The door to the sleeping quarters closed.

The room quieted down, with only the occasional chirping of birds coming from outside the window.

Suddenly, Qian Xunji's finger twitched.

Pope Palace, people sat on both sides of the long table.

Bibi Dong sat in the main seat, dressed in an elegant dark purple robe, her long silver hair casually tied up with a white jade hairpin.

Qian Daoliu sat to her left, Golden Crocodile Douluo to her right, followed by Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, Azure Luan Mighty Lion Douluo, Ling Yuan, and Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

This was the most crucial meeting during the preparation of the Martial Soul Federation.

"There are a few things to decide today."

Bibi Dong spread a map on the table, on which new regional divisions were drawn in vermilion ink. "Spirit City and the surrounding three hundred li are designated as the directly administered area of Federation Capital."

"The seven main cities in the southern part of the former Heaven Dou Empire were directly governed by the Federation, which dispatched city lords and garrison troops."

"The status quo will remain in place for the six cities on the northern border for now, with adjustments to be made later."

"The former Balak Kingdom and the Siville Kingdom retain autonomy, but diplomatic and military powers are transferred to the Federation, and each will be given one seat in the Federal Council."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the original Lower Four Sects, as member forces, will retain their original sect territories and enjoy seats in the Federal Council."

She placed the pen beside the map, laid her hands flat on the table, and scanned each face on either side of the long table. "In addition, the Federation will establish two new departments."