As Long As You Can Help Me, I'll Give You Whatever You Want

Ye Qing's words struck at the core, pointing out the awkwardness of their respective positions and identities.

The God Child of Sea God Island, interfering in the internal affairs of a faction inheriting the Angel God?

If this were to spread, it would be a massive disaster for both Sea God Island and Martial Soul Hall, potentially even triggering a conflict at the level of the gods themselves.

However, upon hearing this reasonable refusal and questioning from Ye Qing, Bibi Dong was not disappointed; instead, she felt a sense of relief.

She first shook her head gently and said, "Indeed, on the surface, it is not appropriate."

But immediately after, her eyes, which had remained calm, suddenly became incredibly sharp and earnest. Locking her gaze onto Ye Qing, she spoke word for word, with absolute clarity:

"But... as long as you, and the Sea God Island behind you, are willing to make a clear statement and stand on my side. You don't need to intervene directly; you only need to provide an attitude, a subtle form of support."

"I have a way to leverage this seemingly impenetrable situation and ascend to that position!"

Her voice was not loud, yet it carried a sense of determination and confidence, as if she were burning her bridges.

Ye Qing looked at the stunning woman before him, whose eyes were burning with a cold, intense flame, and his heart could not help but stir slightly.

Setting aside other factors, her temperament and courage—daring to scheme and challenge the impossible even in a desperate situation—were enough to command respect.

It was no wonder she would eventually attain the Rakshasa God position and lead Martial Soul Hall to its zenith.

He did not respond immediately, instead picking up his cold teacup and taking a light sip, as if savoring the lingering bitterness that had long since faded.

A moment later, he set the cup down, a smile of ambiguous meaning appearing on his small face.

Not only that, but his clear eyes also held a hint of playfulness:

"Taking a step back..."

"Even if, as the Saintess says, I and Sea God Island possessed the influence or capability you desire..."

"Then..."

Ye Qing leaned forward slightly, mimicking Bibi Dong's earlier posture, and stared straight at her with those clear eyes that seemed capable of peering into the depths of one's soul:

"What kind of... compensation can the Saintess offer in exchange for this support?"

"You must know that supporting you means standing in opposition to the Qian Family, at least implicitly. The risks and costs involved are not small."

He did not refuse outright, but instead threw the question back, effectively telling Bibi Dong: your proposal is no small matter; it depends entirely on what you can bring to the table.

Sure enough, upon hearing this opening, which was essentially a negotiation, a faint light flickered deep within Bibi Dong's purple eyes, which had been as still as water.

It was the light of someone seeing hope, seeing the possibility of a negotiation.

What she feared most was not Ye Qing haggling, but him refusing flatly with no room for discussion.

To her, as long as he was willing to talk, there was a chance!

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, revealing the turmoil within her heart.

She spoke in an extremely solemn tone:

"What do you want?"

Her gaze remained locked on Ye Qing, as if trying to look into the depths of his soul:

"As long as it is something I possess, something I can achieve... I can give it to you."

The weight of these words was immense, almost a promise made regardless of the cost.

It also highlighted Bibi Dong's desire for the Papal throne, as well as the embarrassment and urgency of her current predicament.

She seemed to have no other chips to play, forced to bet everything she had.

"The problem is... I don't seem to want anything in particular right now."

He tilted his head, appearing to be in deep thought:

"If the Saintess has any bargaining chip that could move me, why not state it first? Perhaps there is something I might be interested in?"

He did not make an offer, instead kicking the ball back to her, forcing Bibi Dong to show her hand first.

This was a negotiation tactic, and it served to test Bibi Dong's bottom line and sincerity.

Hearing this, Bibi Dong fell silent.

Ye Qing did not urge her; after all, he was not the one begging for help.

Bibi Dong's silence was a process of thinking and weighing her options.

She was wondering what on earth this Sea God Island God Child, who appeared young but possessed a terrifyingly deep mind, could possibly be interested in.

Spirit Bones?

Wealth?

Power?

None of these seemed likely.

Beauty?

The thought flashed through her mind, only to be dismissed by her immediately—the other party was only six years old!

Then... what did Sea God Island lack?

Or perhaps, what was it that he personally lacked?

She realized that her understanding of Ye Qing was far too shallow.

This made it difficult for her to offer a precise price.

Just as Bibi Dong fell into deep thought and Ye Qing waited in silence...

On the other side, at the battlefield outside the gates of the Clear Sky Sect, the situation had already become clear.

With Sea Dragon Douluo and Qian Xunji personally entering the fray, the Clear Sky Sect's defensive line, which had barely been holding on, collapsed and disintegrated like a sandcastle struck by a giant wave.

On the side of Martial Soul Hall, they had paid the price of several Spirit Douluos being injured, with two suffering minor wounds, but no core combat power had been lost.

The Clear Sky Sect, however, was in a miserable state.

On the sect plaza, corpses lay everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

Ordinary disciples had suffered heavy casualties, and cries of agony filled the air.

Nearly two-thirds of the elite Spirit Sage-level members had also been lost.

Those powerful elders, under the combined assault of Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum and the Martial Soul Hall Spirit Douluos, had seen four of their number decapitated and fallen right here.

Not only that, but even the Sect Master Tang Zhen, in a direct confrontation with Qian Xunji, had been wounded by the holy power of the Six-Winged Angel.

A sword wound deep enough to expose bone had been carved into his chest.

The holy purification and the flames of light were continuously eroding his spirit power and vitality.

Across the entire Clear Sky Sect, the only ones still barely able to stand were the heavily wounded Tang Zhen, and the brothers Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, who were covered in blood, supporting each other with eyes filled with grief, indignation, and despair.

Although the two of them had also sustained significant injuries under the pincer attack of Sea Dragon Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

Yet, relying on their youth, physical strength, indomitable will, and the domineering nature of the Clear Sky Hammer, they still retained a certain level of combat capability.

But faced with this absolutely crushing situation, even that bit of combat power was already insignificant.

Qian Xunji stood suspended in the air, the phantom of the Six-Winged Angel behind him radiating a holy and majestic light, setting him off like a god of light.

His gaze swept coldly across the chaotic, purgatory-like Clear Sky Sect plaza below, finally settling on the barely supporting Tang Zhen.

He slowly descended, landing on the ground, and paced to a spot not far in front of Tang Zhen, his face once again wearing that chilling, victor's faint smile:

"Sect Master Tang, This Seat's patience is limited."

"I will say this one last time..."

"Hand over what you stole, completely intact."

"And then..."

His voice suddenly turned sharp, carrying an unquestionable murderous intent:

"Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, sever one of your own arms!"

"Otherwise..."

Qian Xunji slowly raised his right hand, palm upward, as a wisp of golden holy flame, pure to the extreme and seemingly capable of purifying all filth and sin, burned quietly in his palm.

He scanned his surroundings, and wherever his gaze fell, the surviving members of the Clear Sky Sect trembled in fear.

"This time next year..."

"Will be the memorial day... for the entire Clear Sky Sect!"

The icy words, like a declaration from the Grim Reaper, swept across the entire Clear Sky Sect mountain gate with the chill of deep winter.

The final ultimatum had been delivered.