Bibi Dong Establishes the Holy Son! Lin Qiu the Center of Attention!

Just then, the palace doors were pushed open.

A bewitching figure walked in.

Hu Liena was carrying a platter of freshly sliced spirit fruits, and the moment she stepped inside, she witnessed a scene that left her utterly dumbfounded.

That legendary little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—the one they held in their palms for fear she might fall and kept in their mouths for fear she might melt—was currently acting like a little maid, massaging her junior brother's... legs?

And judging by that expression, she actually seemed to be enjoying it and felt honored?

Hu Liena's footsteps faltered, and she nearly lost her grip on the fruit platter.

"Um... did I come at a bad time?"

Hu Liena blinked those charming peach-blossom eyes, asking with some hesitation.

Lin Qiu looked up, and upon seeing it was Hu Liena, his expression softened slightly.

"No, Senior Sister, you've come at the perfect time."

He gestured toward Ning Rongrong, who was kneeling on the floor, his tone as indifferent as if he were introducing a common ornament:

"This is the new maid, her name is Ning Rongrong."

"Ning... Rongrong?"

Although Hu Liena had long known the news that Ning Rongrong had been captured, the impact of seeing it with her own eyes was still immense.

That was the only direct heir to the Upper Three Sects!

Was she really acting as a maid for her junior brother?

When Ning Rongrong saw someone enter, she had initially felt a bit embarrassed and wanted to stand up.

But the moment she heard Lin Qiu call her a "maid," she froze as if struck by a binding spell, obediently kneeling in place without moving, even offering Hu Liena a standard, professional, fake smile.

"Hello, sister, I am Rongrong."

Hu Liena: "..."

She looked at the indifferent Lin Qiu, then at the humble and submissive Ning Rongrong, and a shocking drama instantly played out in her mind.

Is Junior Brother really this powerful?

Not only does he crush his peers in strength, but his methods are truly formidable!

To train the apple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's eye into this state—this isn't just a conquest of Ning Rongrong as an individual; it is a trampling of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's dignity!

He is establishing authority for Martial Soul Hall!

"Junior Brother is truly a man destined for great things. This strategy of attacking the heart first—Senior Sister admires you."

The gaze Hu Liena turned toward Lin Qiu held not only her usual doting affection but also a newfound, heartfelt admiration.

She walked forward, placed the fruit platter on the bedside table, and casually picked up a peeled grape to offer to Lin Qiu's lips.

"Here, Junior Brother, have a grape."

Lin Qiu opened his mouth to accept it, enjoying the service of two stunning beauties without a ripple in his heart.

High atop the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, her powerful spiritual energy taking in everything that occurred within the side hall.

Watching the once-proud little princess now acting so docile, a satisfied smile appeared on Bibi Dong's majestic face.

"Well done, Qiu'er."

She had originally been considering whether to wait a while longer before moving against the Upper Three Sects; after all, while Martial Soul Hall was strong, it would be troublesome if these major powers were pushed into a corner and retaliated together.

But now, Lin Qiu had provided her with an excellent entry point.

With Ning Rongrong in hand, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had a fatal weakness.

"Ning Fengzhi, I hope you are sensible enough tomorrow."

Bibi Dong tapped her scepter lightly against the floor, a domineering, icy glint flashing in her purple eyes. "Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting the landscape of this Douluo Continent change a little ahead of schedule."

The next morning.

The plaza in front of the Pope Palace in Martial Soul City was already bustling with noise.

As the holy land in the hearts of the continent's spirit masters, every grand event held by Martial Soul Hall drew the eyes of the masses.

This time, not only were the royal families of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo empires invited, but even the reclusive Clear Sky Sect had sent representatives.

Red carpets covered the ground, and flowers were in full bloom.

Representatives of the major powers took their seats according to their status.

"Have you heard? This banquet is mainly to confer the title upon that mysterious Holy Son."

"It's been spreading for a while! They say Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect even came yesterday and caused quite a stir in the city."

"What kind of background does that Holy Son have? To make the Pope herself value him so highly?"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, every topic revolving around the "Holy Son" who had never before appeared in public.

In an inconspicuous corner.

Yu Xiaogang wore a set of washed-out, faded cloth robes, his head bowed as he tried his best to minimize his presence.

From time to time, he cast glances out of the corner of his eye toward the seating area of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family not far away, terrified of being recognized by the people there.

That sense of inferiority and cowardice had long since been carved into his very bones.

Hearing the discussions of those around him, Yu Xiaogang furrowed his brows, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Holy Son? Could it be that youth?

In his mind, the image of the youth who had kicked him flying at the market that day surfaced.

No, impossible.

Yu Xiaogang immediately dismissed his own speculation and shook his head.

Although that youth had some brute strength, if he were the Holy Son, how could he be so crude in a marketplace? Furthermore, that woman Bibi Dong has incredibly high standards; how could she possibly take a fancy to a brute who only possesses raw strength?

Thinking of Bibi Dong, a complex mixture of emotions surged in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

The woman who had once been completely obedient to him was now the high and mighty Pope.

Yet he remained a Soul Grand Master, unable to break through level thirty for his entire life.

As long as I can see her at this banquet and recount that youth's evil deeds to her, she will surely stand up for me.

Yu Xiaogang secretly bolstered his own spirits, After all, the resonance we shared in our theories is something no one else can replace.

Just then, the entire venue suddenly fell silent.

"Her Holiness the Pope has arrived—!"

Following the high-pitched announcement of a Cardinal, the great doors of the Pope Palace swung open with a boom.

Bibi Dong was dressed in a brilliant golden Pope robe, wearing the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown, and holding a scepter as she walked out slowly, surrounded by a group of Title Douluo.

With every step she took, the aura of one who ruled the world grew stronger, pressing down on those present until they could barely breathe.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

In the plaza, with the exception of a few people from the Upper Three Sects and the two great empires, thousands of other soul masters knelt on one knee in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Bibi Dong sat on the main throne, her gaze sweeping across the entire venue before finally landing on a middle-aged man in the first seat on the left.

That was the current patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.

Yu Yuanzhen furrowed his brows and did not bow; he merely cupped his hands slightly and said, "Your Holiness the Pope, I wonder why you have summoned us here today? If it is merely for a meal, my family affairs are pressing, and I am afraid I must decline."

His words were laced with thorns, clearly showing his dissatisfaction with the various suppressions Martial Soul Hall had carried out previously.

Bibi Dong did not grow angry; she merely glanced at him indifferently, and then her voice rang out across the entire venue:

"I have summoned you all today for one reason only."

She stood up slowly and gestured toward her side.

"To announce to the entire world: I, Martial Soul Hall, am establishing a Holy Son!"