Ten-Year Lonely Bamboo, Legend of the Fart God... (Please Keep Reading~)

Bibi Dong hurried out of the Pope Palace and came to stand beside Ye Xunfeng.

"Brother Xunfeng, were you hurt?" Bibi Dong asked with concern.

Ye Xunfeng chuckled and shook his head, smoothing Bibi Dong's hair. "I'm fine. I wasn't hurt."

Bibi Dong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes flashing with admiration. Ye Xunfeng had defeated Qian Daoliu.

He was incredible.

As for the citizens in the city, they had initially been utterly confused. Why had this new Pope started fighting the Grand Pontiff?

After hearing Ye Xunfeng's words, everyone fell silent for several minutes before fierce arguments erupted.

Golden Crocodile Douluo strode over. He opened his mouth, intending to say something, but in the end, he merely sighed and gently patted Ye Xunfeng on the shoulder.

Qian Daoliu said nothing. He simply lowered his eyes to the ground, seeming to exude a faint sense of desolation, before turning around and returning to his Elder Hall.

Ye Xunfeng waved his hand, signaling for two guards to come over. "Take this former Pope to the Pope Palace's dungeon. Treat him well, and don't let him die."

"Bibi Dong, go cultivate first. I still have some matters to handle," Ye Xunfeng said, his voice a little gentler.

At least, it was somewhat gentler than before when he spoke to Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong nodded. Hearing that tender voice, she immediately felt warmth fill her heart, then returned to her room to cultivate.

Qian Xunji was dragged away by two guards, still shouting, "You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

After speaking, Ye Xunfeng did not even spare Qian Xunji a glance. He turned and headed for the Elder Hall to gather his subordinates and have them install the so-called Complaint Box.

Once everything had been arranged, he still felt somewhat irritated.

Ye Xunfeng took out some paper and a brush, writing down those strange methods of becoming gods that he had seen in Douluo fanfics and films in his previous life.

For example, Ten-Year Lonely Bamboo, Legend of the Fart God...

As Ye Xunfeng wrote, he ended up amusing himself and laughed. His mood immediately improved somewhat. He closed the notebook, walked onto the balcony, lay down in a reclining chair, and gazed at the sun in the sky.

The Soul Power in Ye Xunfeng's body revolved on its own. The Yin-Yang Complementary Dual Soul Cores allowed his Soul Power to constantly absorb the world's elemental energy from the outside.

His Soul Power was also continuously increasing.

Ye Xunfeng suddenly thought of someone. It seemed he had forgotten that self-important Yu Xiaogang.

If he had not misjudged the timing, Yu Xiaogang should have already arrived at Spirit Hall by now.

Ye Xunfeng slowly took out the two notebooks and suddenly smiled.

"Old Ghost," Ye Xunfeng called softly.

"What are your orders, Your Holiness?" Ghost Douluo asked respectfully.

Ye Xunfeng lightly tossed the two notebooks to Ghost Douluo. "Age these for me. Then, when someone named Yu Xiaogang goes to Spirit Hall's library, place them somewhere conspicuous."

Ghost Douluo asked nothing and turned to carry out the task, while Yue Guan beside him looked utterly bewildered.

"Your Holiness, isn't Yu Xiaogang that waste from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? What is so..." Yue Guan asked, his face full of confusion.

"As far as I know, his Martial Soul should have undergone a failed mutation. How could the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon give birth to something worse than pigs and dogs? If I'm not mistaken, it should be a Sacred Dragon-level Martial Soul," Ye Xunfeng said with a smile.

"Enough, let's not talk about that. How many complaint letters do you think the former Pope will receive?" Ye Xunfeng sat upright, looking into the distance toward Spirit City before turning to ask Yue Guan beside him.

"Actually, the former Pope himself did not do anything wrong, but the people he employed were all..." Yue Guan said after hesitating for a moment.

Ye Xunfeng fell silent for a moment before saying, "Was it an entire clan? There is still a little kindness in his heart after all. At least, he was willing to treat those without conflicts of interest with him well. Enough of this."

In the rear hall of the Pope Palace, Ye Xunfeng sat in the seat of honor. The tea in his cup had long gone cold, yet he did not notice. He merely stared blankly at the foam floating in the cup.

Soul Power continuously flowed through his body. A strange force slowly emerged within him, but soon, that pink power melted like ice between the two streams of Soul Power.

Was that the Power of Creation?

Ye Xunfeng's hand paused slightly.

Yue Guan entered from outside and said softly, "Your Holiness, Young Sect Master Ning and Sword Douluo have come to visit. They are waiting in the side hall."

Ye Xunfeng came back to his senses, set down his teacup, stood up, and adjusted his robes. "Alright, I'll go at once."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's support abilities were actually quite good. As for the so-called Nine-Heart Begonia, it did indeed seem powerful, but the problem was that whatever it could do, Ye Xunfeng's Prayer Angel could do as well—and even better.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's attribute-enhancing abilities were precisely what Spirit Hall needed right now. They would be extremely important, whether on future battlefields or in competitions.

Besides, one of the Upper Three Sects had to be preserved to reassure the hearts of the people.

Compared to the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was far more pleasing to the eye.

"Your Holiness, it has truly been far too long since we last met. I have missed you greatly," Ning Fengzhi said with a respectful smile.

"Brother Ning and Sword Douluo have both been in Spirit City. I had been wondering when I should pay you a visit, but I did not expect Young Sect Master Ning to come personally today," Ye Xunfeng said with a smile.

"Your Holiness, what are you saying? How could we possibly have you visit us? We only informed you a day late, and we deeply apologize for that," Ning Fengzhi said in a gentle, refined manner.

"Please, sit." After pointing out seats for the two of them, Ye Xunfeng took his own seat and smiled.

"Your Holiness, regarding what you said before..."

"Everything I said counts. If I have a son in the future and you have a daughter, they may form a marriage alliance. At the same time, I hope the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will always stand with me—not Spirit Hall, but me," Ye Xunfeng said with a smile.

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment, recalling how the other party had defeated Qian Daoliu yesterday. Although Qian Daoliu had held back, that was still Qian Daoliu, the foremost man beneath the sky.

Then this man's future would surely be extraordinary. So long as he remained, Spirit Hall would have nothing to worry about for the next hundred years.

If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could tie itself to the great ship that was Spirit Hall, they might have a chance to rise to an even higher level.

"Alright, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to form an alliance with you. However, Ning has one matter to remind Your Holiness about. This public trial will ultimately damage Spirit Hall's reputation..." Ning Fengzhi began, then suddenly thought of something and offered a reminder.

Ye Xunfeng clicked his tongue softly. "Don't worry, it won't. No matter how shameful the scandal is, it belongs to the previous Pope. It did not happen during my tenure. Everyone will say that the new Pope set things right, that Spirit Hall corrected its mistakes..."