Bibi Dong Summons

Lin Beiya understood the goal of the little angel's journey, so absorbing that head spirit bone, which was part of the Angel Divine Set, was quite necessary.

Regardless, it was a foregone conclusion that the little angel would go to Heaven Dou to act as an undercover agent.

Martial Soul Hall had officially entered the era of Bibi Dong, but Lin Beiya did not pay too much attention to this; after all, these matters had little to do with him while he remained in the Worship Hall, and keeping a low profile to develop was the true path to success.

Judging by the first two spirit rings, other Gold Cloths would be activated later, and the resulting all-attribute enhancements would grow stronger in turn. However, these were matters for the future; right now, the twenty percent cultivation speed boost was the most important thing.

The matter of the Clear Sky Sect sealing their mountain had come to an end, and it was only a week after Qian Renxue entered the Angel Temple that she sought out Lin Beiya again.

In the Central Garden, there was a hint of reluctance in Qian Renxue's eyes.

"It's a promise, you have to come see me often, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

Lin Beiya did not like the suffocating atmosphere brought on by parting, so he looked at Qian Renxue with a mischievous grin, intending to derail the mood.

Sure enough, seeing that Lin Beiya was not playing by the rules, the little angel immediately showed a look of anger.

"If you don't come to see me, I'll bite you to death when I get back!"

Watching her feign a look of gnashing teeth, Lin Beiya smiled amusedly.

"Rest assured, I will come to find you at the latest when I obtain my third spirit ring; after all, I have to return this to you."

Lin Beiya handed the Aries Gold Card to Qian Renxue. According to his plan, after breaking through his cultivation level and obtaining a spirit ring, the Cloth would return to the Divine Statue to reappear in a stronger form, at which point he would need to lend the Cloth to her again.

Looking at the gold card, the little angel's eyes brightened. She would need to be careful to hide her identity during this trip, and there would surely be a lot of worldly scheming. She had been worried that she would fall behind in her cultivation because of this, but with the cultivation speed boost from the Cloth, the situation would indeed be much better.

"Thank you, Beiya."

"Why say such things? Don't neglect your physical training either; I believe you already felt the benefits when you absorbed your third spirit ring."

"Mm, I will."

The two of them very tactfully avoided talking about the separation again, but the moment of parting arrived quietly nonetheless, as someone was already calling for the little angel from behind.

Qian Renxue pursed her lips, then gathered her courage and looked behind Lin Beiya.

"Beiya, there is something over there."

"Hm?"

His senses were already extremely sharp, and he would have noticed anything behind him immediately.

Although he hadn't sensed anyone approaching from behind, he still looked back in the direction of the little angel's fair, delicate finger.

Feeling the little angel rapidly closing in on him after he turned his head, Lin Beiya was suddenly filled with confusion, not knowing what this girl was trying to do.

Once he confirmed there was no movement behind him, Lin Beiya slowly turned his head back, wanting to ask why Qian Renxue was playing tricks on him.

But halfway through the turn, he felt a warm, moist sensation invade his cheek, accompanied by the trembling lips of Qian Renxue.

Lin Beiya froze in place, staring blankly at the little angel who had pulled away as quickly as she had touched him.

"Uh..."

"Beiya, wait for my return."

Seemingly having exhausted all her courage, the little angel, her face flushed red, turned and walked directly toward her guards, leaving only that sentence behind.

Touching the lingering warmth on his cheek, Lin Beiya chuckled, then revealed a helpless expression.

This girl is really something, actually resorting to a sneak attack.

He thought to himself that if she had the ability to face him head-on, he wouldn't have stood there like a fool without retaliating, would he?

Waving at the back of the departing little angel and watching her leave the Worship Hall, Lin Beiya's mood became complicated.

Having spent three years with Qian Renxue, it was impossible to say there were no feelings at all.

But facing Qian Renxue, who was still just a little thing, he truly had no improper thoughts; he wasn't the kind of scumbag who would commit a capital crime.

Now that the little angel had pierced through the window paper, he had to consider their future.

According to the development of the original story, Qian Renxue's nearly twenty years of painstaking efforts to subvert Heaven Dou would be shattered by Tang San, and she would eventually end up with her godhood broken, never able to break through to become a Titled Douluo again. For someone as proud as her, this was undoubtedly a devastating blow; it was no exaggeration to say it was worse than death.

Since he had accepted the girl's affection in his heart, he could no longer consider himself an outsider; he had to create a beautiful future for his woman.

He began to calculate how to nip all the situations unfavorable to Qian Renxue in the bud, and even the melancholy brought by the parting could no longer trouble him.

Time was still relatively abundant, and he had plenty of room to maneuver; he believed that as his strength increased, he would be able to eliminate these threats one by one.

After the little angel left, Lin Beiya's life did not undergo any major changes; it was still a cycle of going back and forth between the academy and the training grounds, the only difference being the lack of someone's company.

On this day, after finishing lunch with Shi Nuo and handing him the Taurus Gold Card, Lin Beiya intended to return to Douluo Hall as usual.

But just as he left the school gate, Lin Beiya was blocked by a figure who was both familiar and strange.

He called it strange because he had never dealt with the person before, but familiar because the person's image was far too recognizable.

Wrapped entirely in a golden uniform that made it impossible to distinguish gender, the slightly raised orchid finger made Lin Beiya feel a chill run through his entire body.

"Lin Beiya, correct? The Pope invites you."

The person who arrived was none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan, whose delicate voice lacked even a hint of masculinity.

Lin Beiya's heart sank slightly; the storm of power had finally blown toward him, even though he had no desire to be involved in it at all.

Being within Martial Soul Hall, Lin Beiya did not want to make things too awkward with Bibi Dong.

After all, the little angel had the entire Worship Hall standing behind her, so it was only natural for Bibi Dong to be wary and refrain from acting rashly, but if the target were changed to himself, that was hard to say.

Although on the surface he also had Qian Daoliu backing him, he still could not be certain if Bibi Dong would dare to make a move against him.

"Understood, sorry to trouble Elder Chrysanthemum to lead the way."

"Follow me."

Following this veteran of two reigns, he walked slowly to the Pope Hall. At the other's gesture to step aside, Lin Beiya nodded and slowly walked inside.

Compared to the gloominess of their first meeting, Bibi Dong, now that her great revenge had been fulfilled and she had ascended to the throne, appeared both confident and refined, the Nine-Curve Coronet adding a touch of regal aura to her presence.

Seeing Lin Beiya arrive, Bibi Dong slowly set down the memorial she had been reviewing and looked down at Lin Beiya from her high throne.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope."

"Mm."

Bibi Dong acknowledged him, then the corners of her mouth curled up as she said:

"This should be our second meeting. I believe that, unlike our first, we shall get along very pleasantly from now on."

Excluding the distant glance during Qian Xunji's funeral, this was indeed only the second time he and Bibi Dong had met.

Hearing the slight sense of appreciation in her tone, Lin Beiya's brow remained tightly furrowed. Was she trying to openly snatch someone away from Qian Daoliu?

"Many thanks for your concern, Your Holiness. As we both belong to Martial Soul Hall, we will naturally get along harmoniously."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong did not seem surprised; the smile in her eyes merely deepened.

"You little slippery fox, you are quite clever indeed. You should already know the meaning behind my words just now."

"Join the Pope Hall, and I can be your teacher!"