Slay the Rakshasa God's Thought

Lin Huai withdrew his small hand, which still carried a lingering fragrance.

"Although that story was something I made up, reality is often far more cruel than fiction."

"You have been the Pope for several years, after all; you shouldn't be a stranger to how traitors are dealt with!"

The scene of Hu Liena causing the death of Gui Mei for the sake of Tang San surfaced in his mind.

He let out a sinister, ill-intentioned laugh.

"Hehehe..."

Qian Daoliu slapped Lin Huai on the back of the head.

"Be serious. You may not care about your image, but I still value my reputation."

Lin Huai rubbed his head and continued:

"Just think about your disciple. What if one day she decides to elope with some little bastard from the Clear Sky Sect!"

Thinking of that scenario, thinking of Hu Liena, in whom she had placed such high hopes.

Nestled against a blond brat holding a giant hammer, saying with a shy face:

"Teacher, I am going to assist the Clear Sky Sect now. You must wish me happiness."

Bibi Dong didn't even let Lin Huai finish his sentence.

"Impossible! Nana would never betray me!"

Lin Huai said helplessly, "See, you're getting agitated again."

"Actually, Senior Brother Qian Xunji thought the exact same thing back then, did you know that?"

Upon hearing the name of the demon who had made her feel so filthy and wretched.

Bibi Dong erupted once more, instantly unleashing the Avatar of the Death Spider Emperor.

Qian Daoliu also lit up his seventh soul ring, once again suppressing Bibi Dong with the added blessing of the Angel God's power.

Bibi Dong glared at Qian Daoliu with eyes full of hatred.

"You old thing, did you tell him everything?"

Seeing that Qian Daoliu did not respond, Bibi Dong screamed in her heart:

"Rakshasa! If you don't help me now, your plans will go down the drain!"

A sharp, ear-piercing voice rang out in the great hall as the consciousness of the Rakshasa God emerged from within Bibi Dong's body.

"Yawn—"

"The descendants of that stinking woman of the Angel God, isn't it good enough to just live well? Why must you—"

Before the Rakshasa God's consciousness could finish, Lin Huai's domain erupted instantly, and countless terrifying scarlet tentacles coiled tightly around it.

"Wait, what is this?"

"Let me go! I'll leave at once!"

A bubbling red swamp appeared beneath the feet of the Rakshasa God's consciousness.

No matter how it struggled, the tentacles slowly dragged it down into the mire.

In a final desperate act, it exhausted all its divine power, attempting to transmit information back to its true form in the God Realm.

But just as the information was about to escape this terrifying domain, the Rakshasa God's consciousness sensed that the sliver of divine intent carrying the message had been completely devoured.

"No!!!"

Gurgle, gurgle.

The three of them, including Lin Huai, watched in horror as the red swamp that had swallowed the Rakshasa God's consciousness slowly vanished.

As he retracted his domain, the eyes of the other two turned toward Lin Huai.

"Um, Teacher."

"I don't know the specifics either, so it's no use asking me."

Lin Huai rubbed his nose and suddenly caught a whiff of fragrance.

He looked at his palm and realized it was from touching Bibi Dong's hand earlier; he hadn't expected the scent to linger.

Qian Daoliu, hearing this, opened his mouth but closed it again.

"Do you feel a sense of relief?"

"Reflecting on all you've done over these years, do you feel a bit empty?"

Without Qian Daoliu's suppression, Bibi Dong slumped to the floor.

A pair of long legs wrapped in black silk stockings peeked out from beneath her papal robes.

Damn, those legs are incredible!

No, no, I am about to become the Holy Son; how can I be so unrefined!

She nodded blankly, feeling the sudden emptiness within her heart.

"Because your mind has been influenced by the Evil God.

This Evil God holds a grudge against the Angel God, so you became a pawn in His plot to destroy the Martial Soul Hall."

"Is it true that every time you try to let go of the past, you suddenly become emotionally agitated, and those terrible memories come flooding back?"

Bibi Dong looked at the eloquent Lin Huai in a daze.

"But Qian Xunji, he also..."

Lin Huai reached out to stop Bibi Dong from continuing.

"Senior Brother Qian Xunji certainly should not have acted in that manner, but you killed him. Furthermore, his father not only did not blame you, but even supported you in becoming the Pope."

"Things like this happen in this world every day; innocent women are ** by soul masters, nobles, and even Wolf Bandits."

"At the very least, you have had your revenge. I implore Your Holiness the Pope not to implicate the innocent; there are still many beautiful things in this world."

With so much information suddenly poured into her mind, Bibi Dong was unable to process it all at once.

Seeing the state Bibi Dong was in, Lin Huai prepared to leave, giving her some time to buffer.

"Alright, if you are worried that you have become 'soiled' after that incident, there is actually no need to care. If you don't believe me, issue a proclamation tomorrow."

"Just write that you are looking for a father for your child. I can guarantee that the line of applicants will stretch from Martial Soul City all the way to Tiandou City, and men from eight to eighty will go absolutely insane."

Qian Daoliu slapped him again.

"Have some respect, let's go!"

Looking at Bibi Dong, who was still sitting on the ground, Qian Daoliu felt a complex mix of emotions.

"Sigh... you can think this over carefully these next few days."

"If you still wish to be the Pope, then continue to serve. I will also allow the Worship Hall to gradually reveal itself."

"If you truly do not wish to continue, I will let you leave. I only hope you do not become an enemy of the Martial Soul Hall; I do not wish to see Xue'er sad."

After speaking, Qian Daoliu took Lin Huai and left the Pope Palace, signaling the Holy Guard not to disturb Bibi Dong for the time being.

Inside the Pope Palace, upon hearing the name 'Xue'er', Bibi Dong's mind involuntarily conjured the image of that adorable, sprite-like girl who had been scared away and driven off by her time and time again, yet kept appearing before her.

A moment later, soft sobs echoed through the grand hall.

"Little Huai, how did you know Bibi Dong's mind was influenced by the Evil God?"

"I guessed. If I guessed right, everyone is happy. If I guessed wrong..."

"Then I can only blame Senior Brother for being blind when he took her as a disciple; executing her would have been enough."

Qian Daoliu was somewhat surprised.

"Haven't you always advocated for squeezing every last bit of value out of traitors?"

Lin Huai looked at his inflexible teacher with a sense of helplessness.

"If I didn't make it sound serious, how could I put you and Sister Xiao Xue at ease?"

"I admit that while I am not a good person, I will not become a bad one either."

"Besides, our Martial Soul Hall is a righteous organization; how could we be the same as those evil forces?"

Qian Daoliu nodded with some gratification, his inner desire to play matchmaker between him and Xue'er becoming even more firm.

As the conversation ended, the master and disciple arrived before the Worship Hall.

Guang Ling Douluo was alone outside the gate. Seeing the two return, he shouted with excitement:

"Big Brother, I've broken through!"

"The attributes of my Light Feather Divine Bow have also been enhanced!"

Qian Daoliu nodded; it was within expectations, as Guang Ling was already close to level ninety-seven.

"Congratulations, but why are you greeting us outside the door?"

"Do we really need to stand on such ceremony between brothers?"

Lin Huai looked at the youthful-looking Guang Ling Douluo, suspecting that he might have been kicked out for being too restless.

Qian Daoliu pushed open the heavy doors and walked into the hall.

He saw the three little ones still absorbing their Immortal Herbs, while the five old ones were discussing Soul Cores.

"Big Brother," the five said softly.

Qian Daoliu nodded in acknowledgment and led Lin Huai back to the head seat.

"Azure Luan, Falling Devil, how are the effects after absorbing the Immortal Herbs?"

The Third Worship, Azure Luan Douluo, wore a smile.

"The Immortal Herb stabilized the bloodline of my martial soul, and I luckily broke through to level ninety-eight."

Falling Devil Douluo, however, said with some depression:

"I'm the only one who didn't break through, even though my progress has already surpassed my older brother."

Thousand Jun's face darkened.

"Stop playing the victim here. Your Heaven Awakening Sacred Golden Dragon has already undergone its initial awakening; what more could you be dissatisfied with?"

Falling Devil whistled and turned his head to look out the window, as if he hadn't heard Thousand Jun's reprimand.

Amidst the laughter and chatter, Tian Yue slowly opened her eyes.