Bibi Dong VS Qian Xunji! A Clash of Wills!

Qian Renxue leaned down gently, reaching out to pinch Lin Yuan's rosy, fair cheeks.

"Good, then Big Sister will wait for you to grow up and protect me."

Just as Lin Yuan and Qian Renxue were sharing this heartwarming moment.

Inside the Pope's Palace on the other side, the atmosphere felt incredibly oppressive.

At the end of the spacious and luxurious main hall, Qian Xunji sat upright on the gem-encrusted papal throne, his face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

He clutched a secret report just delivered by a cardinal, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"Innate Soul Power of level twenty... a prophecy blessing from the God King..."

"He didn't even need to manifest his Martial Soul; relying solely on a mutated domain, he took down Yan and Xie Yue—who had already obtained century-level soul rings—in just two moves."

Qian Xunji read the contents of the report word by word, the greed and jealousy in his eyes nearly solidifying into reality.

He slammed the parchment scroll onto the table in front of him with a dull thud.

"What a peerless genius! What a Lin Yuan!"

The cardinal standing below trembled in fear, his head bowed so low it nearly touched the floor, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Qian Xunji stood up, his magnificent papal robes dragging across the steps with a heavy sound.

With such terrifying talent, as long as he grew up smoothly, he would undoubtedly become a peak existence capable of sweeping across the continent.

Even the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul of the Qian family seemed to pale in comparison before this child.

Since Lin Yuan belonged to Martial Soul Hall, he must never be left in the hands of that uncontrollable woman, Bibi Dong.

He had to snatch this promising seedling away and keep him firmly in his own grasp to brainwash and cultivate him.

"Prepare the carriage!"

"This Seat is going to the Saintess Palace!"

Qian Xunji ordered in a cold voice and strode out of the main hall.

At this moment, inside the Saintess Palace.

Bibi Dong was sitting on the velvet sofa in the main seat, holding an ancient book about ancient soul beasts.

The heavy doors were suddenly pushed open roughly from the outside, emitting a harsh, grating sound.

Qian Xunji stormed in with a group of golden-armored guards, exuding an aggressive aura.

Bibi Dong didn't even lift her eyelids, keeping her gaze fixed on the page, though she stopped the motion of turning the book.

"Why have you come?" Bibi Dong asked without looking up, her tone indifferent.

Qian Xunji waved his hand, signaling the guards to retreat outside, then closed the doors behind him.

He walked up to the sofa and looked down at Bibi Dong from a position of superiority.

"You know very well why This Seat has come."

"Hand over that child named Lin Yuan; I will take him back to the Pope's Palace to cultivate him personally."

Qian Xunji cut straight to the point, adopting the high-and-mighty demeanor of the Pope.

Bibi Dong slowly closed the ancient book and placed it on the side table.

She lifted her head slowly; there was not a trace of panic on her breathtakingly beautiful face, only undisguised contempt.

"Lin Yuan was brought back by me."

"Why should I hand him over to you?"

Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back and let out a cold snort.

"Because I am the Pope of Martial Soul Hall!"

"Lin Yuan is a once-in-ten-thousand-year genius with an Innate Soul Power of level twenty; what kind of aptitude is that? Such an unpolished gem should be guided by the Pope himself and enjoy the highest level of resource allocation in Martial Soul Hall."

"You, a woman, staying in this Saintess Palace all day—what could you possibly know about cultivating a powerhouse?"

"If the child is left in your hands, his heaven-defying talent will only be wasted! Only the Pope's Palace is his best destination!"

He spoke with high-sounding words, attempting to use righteousness and status to exert pressure.

After hearing this, Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh.

She slowly stood up, her gorgeous saintess gown perfectly accentuating her tall, curvaceous figure.

Her high chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her slender legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt, her entire being radiating an oppressive, noble beauty.

"Guided by you personally?"

Bibi Dong mocked him without mercy.

"With your pathetic level of skill, what could you possibly teach him?"

"Do you not know in your own heart how you achieved this nine-ring Title Douluo cultivation? You are nothing but a waste, propped up entirely by the foundation of the Qian family!"

"What right do you have to come here and snatch people from me?"

These words were like knives, piercing with extreme precision into the very heart of Qian Xunji.

He hated nothing more than people bringing up his strength and family background.

Qian Xunji's face turned deathly pale in an instant, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching violently.

He abruptly unleashed the soul power within his body, and a blinding golden radiance erupted throughout the hall, the pressure of a nine-ring Titled Douluo crushing down toward Bibi Dong like a mountain.

"Bibi Dong! You are too insolent!"

"Watch your tone!"

"I am the supreme ruler of the Martial Soul Hall! You are merely a Saintess I promoted; do not forget your own status!"

Qian Xunji glared with wide eyes, shouting in reprimand.

Facing that overwhelming, sea-like pressure, Bibi Dong did not retreat in the slightest.

Purple-black soul power surged from her body, effortlessly blocking that pressure before her.

Bibi Dong strode forward with her long legs, closing in on Qian Xunji step by step.

Those beautiful eyes were filled with a light of incomparable coldness and resentment.

"Status?"

Bibi Dong sneered again.

"Do you even have the right to speak to me about status?"

"You sanctimonious hypocrite, wearing the cloak of a Pope while committing acts worse than a beast!"

"Have you forgotten the disgusting things you did in that secret chamber all those years ago?"

"If it weren't for you, that animal, would I have become what I am today? You still have the nerve to put on airs as Pope in front of me!"

Mentioning that humiliating past, the killing intent surrounding Bibi Dong surged instantly.

The icy murderous aura caused the temperature in the hall to plummet.

Qian Xunji's expression changed drastically, his heart tightening as he instinctively took two steps back.

That incident was the greatest stain on his life, and he feared that Bibi Dong might lose her reason and expose it regardless of the consequences.

"You... stop spouting nonsense! I am talking to you about that child's future; why are you bringing up these old matters!"

Qian Xunji argued forcefully, but his conviction was clearly lacking.

Bibi Dong continued to advance.

She held her snow-white neck high, her eyes filled with thick mockery.

"Future? What kind of future could there be following a beast in human skin?"

"Qian Xunji, as long as I am alive, Lin Yuan will never be handed over to you!"

Bibi Dong suddenly spread her arms, staring fixedly into Qian Xunji's eyes.

"Aren't you the Pope? Don't you want the person?"

"Do it! Kill me!"

"Do you dare?"

A series of piercing questions forced cold sweat onto Qian Xunji's forehead.

The mockery at the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth became even more pronounced.

"Kill me, and who will help you handle the complex affairs of the Martial Soul Hall? Who will help you go to the front lines to suppress those old fogies who rely on their seniority?"

"Just you, a piece of trash who only knows how to hide in the Pope's Palace and scheme?"

"Don't forget, you are injured; the taste of being smashed by the Clear Sky Hammer must not be pleasant."

Qian Xunji was berated until he was speechless, trembling all over with rage.

He pointed at Bibi Dong's nose, his finger shaking violently, yet he could not squeeze out a single word of rebuttal for a long time.

The current stability of the Martial Soul Hall relied on this woman's capability to maintain it.

"You... you are simply unreasonable!"

"Just you wait! This matter is far from over!"

Seeing that Bibi Dong would yield to neither soft nor hard tactics, and unable to gain any advantage, Qian Xunji could only leave behind a pale, vicious threat.

He whipped his golden sleeves, and with a belly full of stifled rage, he turned and stormed out of the Saintess Palace in a fit of fury.

The doors of the hall were slammed shut behind him.