Bibi Dong: This Glory, Martial Soul Hall Will Not Enjoy Alone

Bibi Dong gently helped Wang Xian'er up, tapping her forehead with a fingertip. A wisp of pure Soul Power surged in, instantly smoothing out her chaotic thoughts and exhaustion.

"Rise."

Bibi Dong's voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly across the entire plaza: "From this day forth, you are no longer alone."

She turned, facing the sea of Martial Soul Hall high-ranking officials kneeling before her. The warmth in her violet eyes vanished, replaced by a suffocating majesty.

"This Seat's return is not for the sake of assigning blame, but for a reckoning."

"Those who dared to shit on the head of Martial Soul Hall, those who dared to embezzle the taxes of Martial Soul Hall, those who dared to collude in secret with the Sun Moon Empire..."

"None of you shall escape."

Every word struck the hearts of everyone present like a hammer.

The Temple Knights felt a chill run through their bodies; this pressure far exceeded that of the Pope, Wang Xian'er.

Of course, after delivering the threats, it was time to offer the rewards.

Bibi Dong's tone shifted, a gentle smile curling at the corners of her lips: "To all of you present, you remained steadfast during Martial Soul Hall's most difficult times—this is true loyalty!"

"I, Bibi Dong, pledge to you in the name of Martial Soul Hall: in the future, when Martial Soul Hall restores its former glory, this glory shall not be enjoyed by me alone!"

"Everyone, are you willing to join me in making Martial Soul Hall great again?"

The high-ranking officials below were stirred to a fever pitch. With fanatical gazes fixed on Bibi Dong, they raised their hands and shouted in unison: "We swear to follow the Pope to the death!"

"Make Martial Soul Hall great again!"

The roar was so loud it nearly blew the roof off the Pope Palace.

This was the Martial Soul Hall they were meant to follow!

Ever since the bloodline of the last Six-Winged Angel was severed, Martial Soul Hall had spent countless years searching the continent for descendants of the Angel Legion. They had only ever found the Healing Angel line of Wang Xian'er, but that did not diminish the loyalty of the old guard toward the Angel clan.

Even as a support-type Soul Master, Wang Xian'er had been able to secure her position as Pope.

Yet, precisely because she was a support-type, Wang Xian'er had always felt inherently inferior when facing other factions.

For so many years, they had been stifled and aggrieved.

Didn't Shrek just produce seven gods?

They acted so arrogant all day long; if it weren't for the fact that Martial Soul Hall fought the war against the Sun Moon Empire, when would it have been Shrek's turn to act as the hegemon?

And the three great empires were even more despicable, stabbing them in the back—cowards among cowards.

Now that the Holy Pope had returned, the sky of Martial Soul Hall had cleared.

They believed that Martial Soul Hall would eventually be great again!

"What is your name?"

Bibi Dong looked toward Zhang Peng, who possessed the highest Soul Power in the crowd.

"Reporting to the Holy Pope, this subordinate is Zhang Peng."

Zhang Peng cupped his fists, speaking respectfully.

"Zhang Peng."

"This subordinate is here!"

Zhang Peng looked up abruptly, his eyes burning.

"Take some men and compile a list for this Seat of all the sects that have dared to provoke Martial Soul Hall in the last decade."

"Yes! This subordinate will see to it immediately!"

"Wang Xian'er."

"Ancestor, Xian'er is here."

"Continue to manage the church affairs. You are familiar with the internal matters of Martial Soul Hall, but remember: from today on, the sword of Martial Soul Hall must be unsheathed once more."

"Yes! Xian'er obeys!"

With these few simple arrangements, the core power of Martial Soul Hall had been successfully transferred and activated.

Everyone felt a long-lost power called "hope" burning within their chests.

After handling these matters and waiting for the crowd to disperse, Bibi Dong finally lowered her head to look at Chen Doudou, who was still standing to the side, holding Jiang Nannan's hand.

"Xian'er, find someone to take Doudou and Nannan to handle their enrollment procedures."

Only then did Wang Xian'er turn her gaze toward Chen Doudou and Jiang Nannan. With just a glance, she noticed Chen Doudou's violet hair, which was almost identical to Bibi Dong's.

Could this be the Holy Pope's own flesh and blood, the younger brother of the Angel God?

"Ancestor, this girl is Ye Guyi, my disciple. Perhaps it would be better if she took the two young masters to handle the enrollment."

Wang Xian'er pointed to Ye Guyi, who was still kneeling on the ground, looking somewhat bewildered.

"With a Holy Angel martial soul, she is the descendant of the Angel clan with the purest bloodline currently in Martial Soul Hall. Perhaps she could serve as the young master's guard in the future?"

"Mm."

Bibi Dong nodded. She had a favorable impression of Ye Guyi; after all, the Holy Angel martial soul, combined with that head of blonde hair, truly reminded her of Qian Renxue, leading her to love the house and its crow.

"Guyi, take the two young masters to handle the paperwork."

"Yes, Teacher."

Chen Doudou blinked and looked at Ye Guyi.

Ye Guyi also timidly raised her head. The eyes behind her lenses were clear and sharp, carrying a hint of reverence.

"Hello there, Sister Guyi."

Chen Doudou greeted her with a grin, showing none of the restraint one might expect when facing a god-level powerhouse. "My name is Chen Doudou."

"H-hello to you both."

Ye Guyi hurriedly stood up and walked over to them, adjusting the hem of her clothes in a flustered manner. "Doudou... little brother, Nannan little sister."

She was a few years older than Chen Doudou and Jiang Nannan, so calling them little brother and sister was appropriate, but facing these two children who could make even her ancestor show a gentle expression, she dared not show the slightest bit of disrespect.

"Hello, Sister Ye."

Jiang Nannan called out obediently.

"Since you're my bodyguard, you have to listen to me from now on, okay?"

Chen Doudou gave a mischievous smile.

"Huh?" Ye Guyi was stunned.

"For example, if any bad guys bully me in the future, you have to be the first one to rush up and hit them!"

"That goes without saying!"

Ye Guyi puffed out her chest, her eyes firm. "Protecting you is Guyi's duty!"

"Hehe, then it's a deal."

Chen Doudou nodded in satisfaction, then leaned in a little closer and whispered, "Right, Sister Guyi, my Sister Dong has a bit of a temper sometimes. If she hits me, you have to block for me."

Ye Guyi: "..."

Is it too late for me to regret this?

She looked at the porcelain-doll-like little boy in front of her with his innocent expression and truly couldn't reconcile this image with that of a "second-generation god who needs a Holy Angel martial soul holder to protect him with her life."

Besides... the ancestor hitting you?

Who would believe that!

"Alright, Doudou, stop bullying the young lady."

Bibi Dong gave Chen Doudou a light rap on the head, then said to Ye Guyi, "Guyi, don't be nervous. Although Doudou is mischievous, he has a pure heart. Go ahead and take him to handle the paperwork."

Ye Guyi replied respectfully, "Yes! Ancestor."

"Doudou, come back to the Pope Palace to find me tomorrow."

Bibi Dong hadn't forgotten that she still needed to complete the Asura God's task.

"Huh?"

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes narrowed, filled with deep meaning. "Huh what? Doudou, you wouldn't want..."

"..."

Chen Doudou, who had just thought he was liberated, immediately became crestfallen again.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xian'er couldn't help but mutter to herself, Ancestor, what on earth did the young master do that was so heinous to deserve this kind of treatment from you?

Ye Guyi wasn't very old herself, and seeing this, she felt the little brother's personality was truly a stark contrast, and she couldn't help but giggle secretly.