True and False Bibi Dong

Saintess Hall, back garden.

Qian Renxue nestled in Nan Feng's arms, nibbling on a mung bean cake, her emotions gradually stabilizing.

"Xue'er is such a good girl."

Nan Feng stroked her soft golden hair with a motherly smile, but his consciousness had already silently slipped into his Sea of Consciousness, establishing a direct link with Bibi Dong in the bedchamber.

"Hey, little Dong-dong, stop playing dead. Come out and get to work."

In the secret chamber of the bedchamber, Bibi Dong, who was busy stabilizing her cultivation realm, snapped her eyes open, a vein throbbing on her temple.

"Nan Feng! What do you want now? Can't you see I'm cultivating?"

"Cultivating my foot, there's something more important right now." Nan Feng said through the mental link, "Hurry up and come out; we're going to put on a big show. If we pull this off, I'll be able to walk sideways through Martial Soul Hall from now on."

Bibi Dong didn't want to entertain him and prepared to sever the connection.

"Fine, so you're not coming out?"

Nan Feng said leisurely, "Then I'll just take Qian Renxue inside. When the time comes, I might just use your body to stir up some trouble."

"...You wouldn't dare!" Bibi Dong gritted her teeth.

"Watch me. Give me a straight answer: are you coming out, or am I going in?"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in her heart.

"What kind of show? Speak!"

"It's simple."

Nan Feng's voice grew excited, "When you come out in a moment, we'll have a chance encounter. You act shocked, and I'll act shocked. Then, without another word, we start fighting!"

"Fighting?" Bibi Dong was stunned.

"Yes! And a real fight at that! The bigger the commotion, the better—it's best if we lure that old man Qian Daoliu over." Nan Feng continued, "Once the audience is in place, you use one move to shatter this avatar of mine. Then, you just roll your eyes back and faint. Done."

"Are you sick?"

Bibi Dong simply couldn't understand the thought process of this Old Spider, "I've just ascended to Pope; this is the time I need to establish my authority. If I fight my own avatar in front of everyone and then faint, what will the Elders think of me? They'll only think I've lost my mind and am unfit for the position!"

"Tsk, that's where you're wrong." Nan Feng said in a tone of exasperation, "It's precisely because you want to be Pope that you need to demonstrate your unpredictability."

"Why did Qian Daoliu let you become Pope?"

"Because he fears you! He fears that you, a madwoman tainted by the aura of the Evil God, are hiding in the shadows plotting something! That's why he wants you in the open, using the responsibilities and power of the Papacy to bind you and keep you locked within his sight!"

"Since that's the case, let's grant his wish and add a little extra weight to it."

"Let him see that you are not only mentally unstable, but that your soul skills have mutated and even developed an independent personality! A personality that is especially protective and dotes on Qian Renxue!"

"This way, whenever I use this avatar to do anything outrageous in the future, I'll have the perfect excuse. And you, you only need to faint or claim amnesia at the critical moment to perfectly shift the blame."

"This is called—double insurance!"

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment.

She had to admit, although the plan sounded insane, when she thought about it carefully... it actually made some sense.

"If anything goes wrong, prepare to go mad with me in the Rakshasa Secret Realm!"

"Yes, yes, yes, hurry up."

In the garden.

Nan Feng coaxed Qian Renxue, stood up, and took her small hand.

"Xue'er, Mommy just remembered there's something she needs to handle. Shall we go back to the bedchamber?"

"Mm!" Qian Renxue nodded obediently; as long as she could be with Mommy, she was willing to go anywhere.

The two walked through the corridor and had just reached the entrance of the bedchamber.

Creak—

The heavy doors of the bedchamber suddenly opened from the inside.

Bibi Dong, dressed in black casual robes with a face as cold as frost, stepped out.

Their eyes met.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Bibi Dong looked at the woman before her, who wore a face identical to her own, held Qian Renxue's hand, and wore a gentle smile. Her pupils contracted sharply, and her face displayed a look of incredibly realistic shock and bewilderment.

"You... who are you?!"

Bibi Dong shouted sharply, her soul power surging instantly as a purple-black aura of death swept out like a storm!

Opposite her, Nan Feng was equally dumbfounded, subconsciously shielding Qian Renxue behind him and pointing at Bibi Dong:

"Who are you?! Why are you impersonating me?!"

"Insolent!!"

Bibi Dong flew into a rage, "This Seat is the Pope of Martial Soul Hall! How dare a monster like you transform into This Seat's likeness?!"

"You seek death!!"

BOOM—!!!

Bibi Dong wasted no more words. The phantom of the Death Spider Emperor emerged behind her, and her nine soul rings ignited simultaneously. That vivid red hundred-thousand-year soul ring, in particular, radiated a terrifying pressure that was suffocating!

"Mother?!"

Qian Renxue was completely dumbfounded.

Two mothers?

And... they were going to fight the moment they met?

"Xue'er, don't be afraid! Mother will protect you!"

Nan Feng shoved Qian Renxue aside, sending her out of the combat zone, then turned around with a look of grim determination on his face, "If you dare hurt Xue'er, I'll fight you to the death!!"

Although this clone lacked an eighth and ninth soul skill, and possessed no soul bones, the power of a level ninety-seven expert was nothing to scoff at!

Nan Feng charged forward directly, throwing a punch toward Bibi Dong's face!

"You seek death!"

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort and struck back with a palm.

BANG!!!

Two terrifying forces collided violently in front of the Saintess Hall!

The entire hall trembled violently under the shockwave, countless roof tiles shattered and flew, and dust billowed everywhere!

"What is going on?!"

Guangling Douluo, who had been keeping watch from a distance, was startled by this sudden turn of events and instantly transformed into a streak of light, rushing over.

When he saw the two "Bibi Dongs" locked in fierce combat amidst the dust, he was completely stunned.

"Am I seeing things? How are there two Bibi Dongs?!"

And... they were fighting so viciously?!

"Bibi Dong! What is the meaning of this?!"

Guangling wanted to intervene, but the two were fighting too intensely, and since they both wore the same face and possessed identical auras, he had no idea who to help!

"Take Xue'er and go!! Quickly!!!"

Nan Feng roared in the direction of Guangling, then charged toward Bibi Dong without a second thought!

Guangling Douluo dared not delay. His figure flashed, instantly catching the pushed-away Qian Renxue. The Light Feather Divine Bow opened instantly, and an ice-blue shield enveloped the two of them.

"Grandpa Guangling! What on earth is happening?!" Qian Renxue cried out, watching the two "mothers" tearing the world apart as they fought.

"I... I don't know either!"

"RUMBLE—!!!"

In just a few short breaths, more than half of the Saintess Hall's garden had been destroyed.

The massive commotion instantly alerted the entire Pope Palace!

"What is going on?!"

From the direction of the Worship Hall on the mountaintop, two terrifying auras soared into the sky.

Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo rushed to the scene at top speed.

When they saw the two identical Bibi Dongs engaged in a life-or-death struggle, both men froze.

"This... is this a clone?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes widened.

"No! That clone has a physical body! It has consciousness! And even... soul fluctuations?" Qian Daoliu looked on in disbelief.

Even with his semi-god-level spiritual power, he couldn't tell the difference?

What was going on?!