I Swear Upon Ning Rongrong's Ancestors, Heaven Can Bear Witness

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Chen Doudou had just finished washing up when he was summoned by one of Bibi Dong's handmaidens to a side hall of the Pope Palace.

Inside the side hall, Bibi Dong was leaning lazily against a soft couch, holding a file in her hand. Her purple eyes were cast downward as if she were deep in thought.

"Sister Dong, did you call for me?"

Chen Doudou walked in and greeted her obediently.

"Mm."

Bibi Dong set the file aside and let her gaze fall upon him. She looked him up and down, confirming that the little guy was in good spirits today, before speaking slowly:

"You don't need to feel any psychological burden about going to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect today."

Bibi Dong's tone was light and breezy, as if she were discussing a trivial matter: "I heard that the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has a daughter named Ning Tian."

She paused, a flicker of imperceptible coldness flashing through her purple eyes: "Once you arrive, there is no need to show them any face. Go straight there and bully her."

"Huh?"

Chen Doudou froze for a moment, instinctively shrinking his neck back: "Sister Dong, isn't that a bit much?"

Bullying a girl?

Although he was usually quite mischievous, he still felt that this kind of targeted bullying against a girl was a bit ungentlemanly.

"What's 'too much' about it?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, a subtle expression appearing in those purple orbs as the corners of her mouth curled into a dangerous arc.

She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice with a sense of threat that only the two of them could understand:

"Doudou, you wouldn't want to..."

"I'll go! I'll go!"

Before she could finish, Chen Doudou immediately sat up straight, his small face tightening as he interrupted her.

He knew this sentence structure all too well!

"I didn't threaten you, did I?"

Bibi Dong felt a surge of satisfaction watching him act as if he were facing a formidable enemy, though she maintained the unfathomable majesty of a Pope on her face.

"No! Of course not!"

Chen Doudou nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice: "Everything I do is of my own volition. Bullying Ning Tian, right? Leave it to me!"

"That's more like it."

Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction, her inner abacus clicking away.

This trick still worked best.

When dealing with this little Demon Pill, reasoning was useless.

She stood up, walked over to Chen Doudou, straightened his collar, and said earnestly: "Go wait for me outside first. Don't hold back; let them see for themselves what the majesty of a second-generation god is all about."

"Mm-hmm."

Chen Doudou turned and walked toward the exit.

When he reached the doorway, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and asked weakly:

"Sister Dong, if... if I make that Ning Tian cry, won't that be a bit bad?"

Bibi Dong didn't even turn her head, waving her hand with a cold and resolute tone:

"If she cries, she cries. In any case, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect doesn't favor us right now. Just go ahead and do it; if anything happens, this Empress will cover for you."

"Alrighty!"

Chen Doudou's eyes lit up, and his psychological burden vanished in an instant.

Since Sister Dong was backing him, what was there to be afraid of?

He even began to calculate whether it would be better to hang her up with vines or knock her on the head with the handle of his scythe.

A purple-black stream of light streaked across the sky, and a towering, magnificent mountain peak came into view.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was built against the mountain.

Seven main peaks were arranged in a staggered, orderly fashion. Even in the daylight, the shimmering, colorful gemstones sparkled brilliantly, and countless exquisite pavilions were embedded into the cliffside. Looking at it from afar, it resembled a legendary fairyland.

Chen Doudou lay on Bibi Dong's back, looking at the luxurious scene below, and couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of a sect as wealthy as a nation. They really are rich."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyelid twitched, and she muttered to herself: "Even if they are rich, can they be richer than you, you little brat?"

Asking the Goddess of Life for a bit of life essence to prolong one's years would be considered a priceless treasure out in the world.

Countless old things whose lifespans were nearing their end would fight tooth and nail for it.

The entire fortune of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was likely not worth as much as a single hair on his head.

The two landed in front of the mountain gate.

The guards responsible for the perimeter immediately surrounded them upon seeing this, leveling their long halberds and shouting sternly, "Who goes there? State your name! This is the restricted territory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; no unauthorized personnel are permitted to enter!"

Bibi Dong did not speak, merely casting a slight glance with her purple eyes, and an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended in an instant.

"Thump, thump..."

Before the guards could even let out a scream, their eyes glazed over, and they collapsed straight to the ground, snoring loudly as they fell into a slumber as deep as an infant's.

Bibi Dong said nonchalantly, her tone carrying a hint of amusement, "Doudou, what do you think is wrong with the young people these days? Why are they taking naps all over the place in broad daylight?"

Chen Doudou looked at the "sleeping beauties" lying neatly on the ground, his mouth twitching. "..."

Amazing!

Is this the pressure of a demigod?

Direct physical hypnosis.

Bibi Dong held Chen Doudou's hand, stepping into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect one step at a time.

With every step she took, the pressure radiating from her body intensified.

Like an invisible, massive net, it instantly enveloped the entire mountain.

A group of patrolling disciples fell.

A group of disciples in the middle of cultivation fell.

Some mid-level officials who were in the middle of a meeting had just stood up before falling back asleep in their chairs.

Even the soul beasts kept by the sect rolled their eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.

By the time the two officially reached the main hall plaza of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a vast expanse of people lay across the mountain gate, a spectacular scene as if they had been hit by a large-scale mental attack.

"This sect... really cares about employee benefits."

Chen Doudou looked at the sleeping staff covering the ground and muttered, "Such a long lunch break."

Bibi Dong remained expressionless. "Mm, perhaps they are just too tired; after all, they are all young."

Finally, a refined and gentle figure led several elders over, walking with trepidation.

The man had a fair complexion and wore a brocade robe; he was none other than the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—Ning Fengjing.

At this moment, his face was pale, his back soaked through with cold sweat, and he walked with extreme caution, terrified of offending the woman before him.

The sect-protecting elders following behind him didn't even dare to raise their heads.

They had only glanced at Bibi Dong once, and the aura radiating from within her had left them unable to catch their breath.

Even the sect-protecting Douluo, the level 97 Wind Sword Douluo, was currently walking on thin ice; his Soul Power was circulating frantically within him, yet he still felt as if an invisible hand were gripping his throat.

Who on earth is this woman?!

Releasing her pressure alone was enough to leave them breathless.

This strength—it was likely even greater than that of the Dragon God Douluo, Mu En!

Ning Fengjing forced himself to calm down, cupping his hands in a salute, his voice trembling. "May I ask, Senior, why you would do this? My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has never offended you, has it?"

Bibi Dong sneered. "Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect may not have offended me, but you have offended the Martial Soul Hall."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ning Fengjing's mind raced frantically.

When did I offend the Martial Soul Hall?

I haven't, have I?

How could I not know about it?

He had always been tactful, avoiding conflict whenever possible and enduring when necessary; how could he have suddenly offended a terrifying existence of this caliber?

"Senior, this must be a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!"

Ning Fengjing waved his hands frantically, nearly kneeling on the spot. "My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has absolutely not shown the slightest bit of disrespect toward the Martial Soul Hall, heaven is my witness! I dare to swear upon the ancestors of Ning Rongrong!"

"Oh? Are you saying I'm wronging you?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, her indifferent gaze like that of someone looking at a chicken on a chopping block.