Little Dongdong, You Really Understand Me!

Before long, Bibi Dong led Nan Feng into Spirit City.

Along the way, Nan Feng was like a storyteller who had finally found an audience, endlessly sharing the "glorious days" of his youth with her.

As Bibi Dong listened to Nan Feng vividly recount how skilled he had been at kidnapping hostages, robbing and extorting people, murdering and looting, and then expertly killing and burying anyone who set their sights on him...

Bibi Dong's expression grew increasingly colorful.

She finally understood just how apt the title "Demon God" that Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi had given Nan Feng truly was!

It was fucking perfect!

Deceit, fraud, robbery, exploitation—he had done it all!

Most outrageous of all, Nan Feng was exceptionally cautious in everything he did, never leaving behind a single clue or trace!

As a result, although he had ruined quite a few sects and noble families in his early years, not a single word about him had ever circulated among the soul masters of Douluo Continent!

He was a truly nameless Demon God who had lurked in humanity's shadows, developing savagely through nothing but black-on-black crime!

Nan Feng had been excitedly recounting the feat of using a packet of knockout powder to take down a Soul Emperor when he suddenly realized Bibi Dong had fallen completely silent.

He stopped and turned to look at her, blinking those watery, heterochromatic eyes.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you think I'm some utterly evil villain because of the things I did?"

Bibi Dong came back to her senses and shook her head with a soft sigh. "No. In the end, you only did those things because you came from humble beginnings and had no other choice. You were merely trying to survive in this cannibalistic world."

"Little Dongdong, you really understand me!"

Nan Feng's face instantly filled with emotion, and he nearly burst into tears.

"You have no idea—those unlucky bastards I robbed always called me a demon before they died! I didn't want to do it either! I was forced into it! I had no choice!"

Bibi Dong's expression abruptly froze.

If she had truly thought, just a second ago, that Nan Feng was a pitiful soul with no other choice, then seeing his animated, still-unsatisfied act now...

She was certain that a large part of the reason he had done all those immoral things was simply for his own personal enjoyment!

Nan Feng talked until his mouth went dry, and Bibi Dong helplessly took out a waterskin from her Soul Tool and handed it to him.

Nan Feng gulped down a huge mouthful and wiped his lips. "How much farther is the Pope Palace?"

"It's right ahead."

Bibi Dong pointed at the grandest building in the distance.

"I'll take you in through the side entrance. I am, after all, the Saintess of Spirit Hall. Now that I've returned from my training, I should at least greet Qian Xunji and make my report."

As she spoke, a flash of intense disgust crossed Bibi Dong's eyes. Then she looked at Nan Feng with some concern.

"By the way, your disguise... it won't be seen through, right? Qian Xunji's Martial Soul is the sacred Six-Winged Angel, after all. It is extremely sensitive to dark-type Martial Souls like ours."

Nan Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Seen through? Little Dongdong, aren't you underestimating me a bit too much?"

"Forget a mere Qian Xunji. Even if his father, Qian Daoliu, were standing here today, as long as I don't deliberately release my Soul Power, everyone will see nothing more than a harmless six-year-old orphan!"

They entered the grounds of the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, instantly putting away the warmth and liveliness she showed around Nan Feng.

She returned to her lofty, aloof Saintess demeanor, cold and distant enough to keep everyone at arm's length.

Nan Feng cooperatively let her lead him along, deliberately trailing half a step behind.

He hunched his shoulders and put on a timid expression, staring wide-eyed as he curiously and nervously surveyed his surroundings.

Soon, the doors to the Pope Palace's main hall slowly opened.

Qian Xunji sat upright upon the lofty papal throne.

He seemed to have received word of Bibi Dong's return long ago.

After all, Bibi Dong had not deliberately concealed her tracks after leaving the Capital of Slaughter. Spirit Hall's informants were spread across the continent, so the news had naturally been reported at once.

Bibi Dong entered the hall, stopped below the steps, lowered her head slightly, and coldly gave a perfunctory bow.

"Dong'er, congratulations on completing your training in the Capital of Slaughter and becoming the new generation's Slaughter God."

Qian Xunji looked at her. "You should have obtained the legendary Divine Slaughter's Domain, correct?"

Bibi Dong kept her head lowered, her voice utterly calm. "Yes. I did not disappoint Teacher's expectations."

Qian Xunji did not mind her cold, distant manner.

"I heard that after soul masters first obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain, the killing intent within them can easily lose control and may even erode their minds. Next, you must enter seclusion and learn to control this power properly."

"If you need anything or have any questions regarding cultivation, you may come find me at any time."

"This disciple understands."

Seeing this, Qian Xunji said no more. His gaze shifted at last to the little child hiding behind Bibi Dong and tightly clutching the hem of her clothes.

"What is the situation with this child...?"

Upon hearing Qian Xunji's question, Nan Feng fully immersed himself in the act. He poked out half his fluffy little head and timidly glanced at Qian Xunji like a startled fawn, then abruptly shrank back in fright and tightly wrapped his arms around Bibi Dong's leg.

Bibi Dong naturally clasped Nan Feng's little hand behind her back, shielding him as she answered flatly.

"I happened to find this orphan after leaving the Capital of Slaughter. His Martial Soul is the same as mine, the Spider Emperor. Seeing how pitiful he was, I acknowledged him as my younger brother."

"Younger brother?"

Qian Xunji raised an eyebrow. "Since he has the same Martial Soul as you, how is his talent?"

"The same as this disciple's was back then. Innate Full Soul Power."

Obvious surprise and delight appeared in Qian Xunji's eyes. "Since he has such a top-tier Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power, why not take him directly as your personal disciple? With your cultivation and standing, you are also at the age when you should begin accepting disciples for Spirit Hall and nurturing the next generation."

"This child has just lost his family and suffered quite a shock. I found him truly pitiful, so I first accepted him as my younger brother to comfort him."

Bibi Dong said indifferently, "As for taking him as a disciple, he is still too young. We can discuss it once he is a little older and his mind has stabilized."

Qian Xunji pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. Since you brought him back, you may handle him as you see fit."

As he spoke, Qian Xunji flicked his wrist, and a golden bracelet Soul Tool engraved with exquisite patterns appeared in his hand.

"Since he is the younger brother Dong'er has acknowledged, he can naturally be considered half my disciple as well. As a first meeting gift, I shall give him this small present."

As soon as he finished speaking, Soul Power flowed from his fingertips. The golden bracelet transformed into a streak of light and steadily hovered before Nan Feng beneath the platform.

Nan Feng did not reach out for it. Instead, he looked up at Bibi Dong with an intensely dependent gaze.

Bibi Dong gave a slight nod.

Only then did Nan Feng carefully extend his little hand and grab the bracelet in one motion.

"Th... thank you..."

After offering his thanks in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, he retreated behind Bibi Dong once more and tightly hugged her thigh, portraying a withdrawn orphan to perfection.

Watching this scene, Qian Xunji could not help sighing. "This child is so timid and afraid of strangers. He is... somewhat like Xue'er."

"Dong'er, you have been away training for two years without returning. Do you want to see her?"

At the mention of that name, Bibi Dong's hand clenched sharply beneath her sleeve.

"This disciple has just obtained Divine Slaughter's Domain, and my killing intent is unstable. I could lose control at any moment. To avoid harming others, this disciple must enter seclusion immediately, so I will not see her."

A trace of disappointment flashed through Qian Xunji's eyes. He sighed. "She actually misses you very much. Very well. Tomorrow, I will bring her to your Saintess Palace to see you. You have traveled a long way, so return and rest first."

"This disciple takes her leave."

Bibi Dong did not say another word. She stiffly gave a bow, turned, and pulled Nan Feng away without looking back, striding out of the hall that disgusted her.