Holding the Son of Heaven to Command the Feudal Lords

Even the usually unflappable Qian Daoliu felt a flicker of complex admiration and relief cross his eyes.

Even he had to admit that Bibi Dong was the most outstanding genius in the history of Martial Soul Hall.

"Good, very good."

The frost on Qian Daoliu's face melted slightly. "Twin Martial Souls, and you have ascended to Title Douluo at such a young age. Although Xunji has been injured, as long as you are here, the future of our Martial Soul Hall remains secure."

"Teacher... how is he?" Bibi Dong looked toward Qian Xunji on the bed, the "concern" in her eyes so thick it was nearly overflowing.

"His life has been preserved for now." Qian Daoliu sighed, a trace of heartache flashing in his eyes as he looked at his half-dead son on the bed.

"Great Sumeru Hammer. I truly did not expect Tang Hao to be capable of mastering such a technique."

"However, given that he has only just entered the Title Douluo realm, exerting power at that level means he is likely in no better shape than Xunji right now!"

"Then, what now..." Bibi Dong asked tentatively.

"His life is saved, but recovery will be as difficult as ascending to heaven." Qian Daoliu shook his head. "The Second Worship and I have already joined forces to clear his meridians and suppress his injuries. From here on, he must rely on his own slow recovery."

"Very well, Bibi Dong. With Xunji severely injured and you being the Saintess, you shall handle the affairs of the Pope Palace for the time being. You may leave."

Leaving the Pope's Bedchamber, Bibi Dong returned to her own Saintess Hall.

No sooner had she entered her chambers than Nan Feng forcibly activated the Eighth Soul Skill of the Death Spider Emperor, Spider Emperor Avatar, and emerged on his own.

Bibi Dong was speechless, but she couldn't be bothered to manage him.

At least this guy hadn't snatched her body.

"Pah! Ptooey, ptooey!"

Nan Feng, controlling that peerless Spider Emperor Avatar, spat the exquisite pastry in his mouth all over the floor with an expression of utter disgust.

"What kind of trash is this! It has no flavor at all; it's like swallowing a mouthful of air!"

Nan Feng pointed at the plate of Osmanthus Cake on the table—which looked incredibly tempting at this moment—and complained to Bibi Dong, who was sitting by the bed in deep thought: "This soul skill of yours is only good for show; it looks nice but is useless. No sense of taste, no sense of touch, you can't even feel hot or cold. It's truly boring."

Bibi Dong shot him a cold glance, not even bothering to respond to this intermittently insane "Emperor."

"Are you even listening to me?" Nan Feng leaned directly into Bibi Dong's face.

Looking at another version of herself mere inches away, Bibi Dong rubbed her temples. "If you are truly that bored, go back and stay in the Sea of Consciousness. I need quiet right now to think through my next plan."

The man lying on that sickbed had been like a thorn in her side for so many years.

Now that the opportunity to pull that thorn out was right before her, she had to ensure there were no mistakes.

"A plan? What is there to think about?"

Nan Feng controlled the avatar to plop down into a chair and cross his legs. "Once those two old fogies leave, you go in, manifest your Martial Soul, devour him, and it's done."

"Easier said than done."

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort. "That is the Pope Palace, under the very nose of Qian Daoliu. Killing Qian Xunji is easy, but what happens after? That old thing Qian Daoliu may not care for worldly affairs, but he is extremely protective of his own. If he discovers I killed his son, how much of a chance do you think I have of walking out of Martial Soul City alive?"

"That is why I revealed my strength just now. To prove to him that I am more valuable than Qian Xunji. As long as my value is great enough, perhaps I can gamble for that sliver of survival."

"If the gamble fails..." Bibi Dong's eyes turned ruthless. "At worst, we go down together. As long as I can kill that beast, even if I have to hide in the Rakshasa Secret Realm and never emerge again, I will accept it!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So much bitterness and hatred."

Nan Feng shook his head, and the avatar suddenly dissipated into a sky full of light particles.

Bibi Dong thought the guy had finally settled down and was preparing to re-examine the details of the assassination.

However, the next second—

A familiar and maddening wave of dizziness struck her!

It was as if someone had slammed into her soul; Bibi Dong felt the world go black as control of her body instantly changed hands!

"Nan Feng!!!"

Bibi Dong let out an angry roar within the Sea of Consciousness. "Are you sick?! I already gave you an avatar, why are you still snatching my body?!"

"I told you, that avatar is a piece of junk; it can't taste food!"

In reality, "Bibi Dong" reached out a jade hand with extreme naturalness, picked up a piece of Osmanthus Cake, elegantly placed it between her red lips, and chewed slowly.

As the sweet, sticky texture bloomed on her tongue, Nan Feng narrowed his eyes in intoxication:

"Mmm~ That's more like it! Soft, sweet, and melts in the mouth. This is what it feels like to be alive!"

"You snatched my body just to eat a piece of cake?!" Bibi Dong felt her worldview collapsing.

Was this guy a starving ghost reincarnated? He was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

"I gave you my life, what's wrong with eating a little something?" Nan Feng said righteously.

"Besides, you don't need a body to think, so what's the harm in letting me borrow it?"

Bibi Dong was speechless, but she didn't want to waste breath on this intermittently insane Old Spider.

In any case, it was just eating a bit of food.

She then sank her consciousness down to contemplate her next plan.

The back garden of the Saintess Hall was a cluster of blooming flowers, quiet and elegant.

Nan Feng was controlling Bibi Dong's body, holding half a piece of unfinished Mung Bean Cake in his hand, strolling along leisurely like a master of the house wandering through his own backyard.

Suddenly, his footsteps came to a halt.

Behind a cluster of tall violets, a petite golden figure was peeking out sneakily, seemingly watching the movements here, or perhaps hesitating whether to approach.

It was a little girl of about eight or nine years old, carved from jade, with a head of brilliant golden hair and a pair of pure golden eyes.

She radiated that holy, radiant aura that made the depths of Bibi Dong's soul feel nauseated—it was the unique scent of the Angel Clan.

Qian Renxue.

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness, Bibi Dong, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open. It was an expression of extreme disgust, as if she had seen something filthy, mixed with a trace of imperceptible panic.

"Make her get lost!"

Nan Feng, however, turned a deaf ear.

A playful smile curled the corners of his lips. His originally lazy pace suddenly shifted, and with a flicker of his figure, he vanished from where he stood.

The next second, Qian Renxue, who was just about to sneak away, felt a blur before her eyes as a tall figure blocked her path.

"Ah!"

Qian Renxue let out a startled cry, stumbling under her feet and nearly falling over.

When she saw clearly who was before her, her delicate little face turned deathly pale in an instant, and her body couldn't stop trembling; it was an instinctive fear born from long-term cold treatment and even hatred.

"Mo... Mother... I, I didn't mean to..."

Qian Renxue stammered as she tried to explain, subconsciously shielding her head, seemingly waiting for the familiar cold reprimand and the look of disgust.

However, the expected scolding did not fall.

Nan Feng, controlling Bibi Dong's body, slowly squatted down until his line of sight was level with Qian Renxue's.

On that stunningly beautiful face, there was not a trace of disgust; instead, it carried a hint of curiosity and... a gentle smile.

"Little girl, who are you? Why are you hiding here all by yourself?"

Nan Feng reached out, wanting to pinch Qian Renxue's baby-fat cheek. "Are you lost?"

Qian Renxue was completely stunned.

Those golden pupils trembled violently, as if she had heard something unbelievable.

Mother... doesn't recognize me anymore?

And, she is actually smiling at me? And even called me... little girl?

This tone of gentleness, which she had never experienced before, left the affection-starved Qian Renxue's mind blank, while her heart began to beat wildly and uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, in the Sea of Consciousness, Bibi Dong had completely exploded!

"Nan Feng!!!"

"Shut your mouth! Who told you to touch her?!"

She could not endure this scene! Even if it was someone else controlling her body, showing even the slightest bit of warmth toward that child made her feel sick, made her feel like a betrayal of her past hatred!

"Don't touch her! Stay away from her!!"

"Give my body back to me!!!"

Bibi Dong roared frantically, attempting to forcibly seize back control of her body.

However, this time, Nan Feng did not "go with the flow" as he usually did; instead, he held his position of dominance firmly.

"Don't make a scene, I'm paving the way for you."

Nan Feng maintained the gentle smile on his face while calmly responding within the Sea of Consciousness.

"If you want to finish off Qian Xunji without anyone knowing and sit firmly in the position of Pope, then you had better cooperate with me to finish this act."

"What do you mean?!" Bibi Dong suppressed her erupting rage.

"I saw it in your memory fragments; this little girl is the apple of Qian Daoliu's eye." Nan Feng analyzed quickly in his mind.

"If Qian Daoliu sees that you no longer hate this child, and that after your memory loss you have even begun to show maternal love, what do you think he, as an old man who hopes for family harmony, will think?"

"He will think it is heaven's will! A turning point where you forgot your hatred because you suffered a backlash during your seclusion!"

"When the time comes, as long as you coax this little girl well, with this amulet of deep mother-daughter affection, even if Qian Xunji dies, Qian Daoliu will never touch a hair on your head for the sake of his granddaughter's feelings and the stability of the Martial Soul Hall!"

"This is what they call—holding the emperor hostage to command the vassals!"

Nan Feng felt he was a genius; playing this "family card" was an absolute kill.

However, he had underestimated Bibi Dong's psychological trauma.

For Bibi Dong, the very existence of Qian Renxue was a form of torture.

Use this child? And play the part of a loving mother?

This was even more unbearable than killing her!