Because Qian Xunji had abused Bibi Dong, she harbored hatred for Spirit Hall.
Yet she went around shouting, "I'm going to destroy Spirit Hall!" while under her leadership, Spirit Hall's territory kept expanding, its ranks kept swelling, and its fists kept getting stronger.
Tell me, how the hell was that supposed to be destruction? Was she raising pigs for the New Year?
So she was playing mind games with Qian Daoliu, huh? Biding her time, keeping her head down. Fine, I could live with that.
But once she was strong enough not to fear that old man, why was she still trying to unite the continent? Why did she establish the Spirit Hall Empire?
So her idea of "destroying" Spirit Hall was to help the enemy take the family business public, then make herself its chairwoman?
Her train of thought was twistier than a maze. I'd need a GPS just to keep up.
In the end, she got pushed back, lost everything, then wiped her mouth and said, "I always wanted to destroy Spirit Hall."
Oh, sure. I can't beat Tyson, so I'll piss him off first, then let him smash up my house. That means I wanted to tear the place apart all along, right?
How could she even say such a lousy excuse with a straight face?
Did she think everyone on the continent was an idiot, or was she the biggest idiot of all?
To put it bluntly, some female characters' actions were genuinely illogical—one moment they said one thing, the next they did another, contradicting themselves so badly they seemed split in two.
Burn incense today, tear down the temple tomorrow, then dance on its ruins the day after. Who could possibly understand what she was trying to do?
If you absolutely had to make excuses for her, the only interpretation was that she wanted to destroy the old, Angel-aligned Spirit Hall and build a Spirit Hall Empire that belonged to Bibi Dong alone.
Fine. At least that made her sound like she had the ambition of a conqueror.
But enough about her dream. Let's talk about reality—Bibi Dong's management and judgment of people were like carving flowers into a pile of shit: from a distance, they looked passable, but up close, the stench was unbearable.
Could she control the Worship Hall? With Qian Daoliu sitting there, she couldn't even carry in a chair.
She was a Pope in name only, wasn't she? Just open for business with a sign on the door?
What about her middle managers? Every one of them acted like a bandit coming down from the hills, bullying women and men alike, robbing one household after another.
They seemed determined to make the whole continent hate Spirit Hall.
The rank-and-file members of Spirit Hall were decent enough, helping people awaken their Martial Souls. But that was charity work, not war!
On the battlefield, they were nothing but cannon fodder. And she expected them to help unite the continent? Dream on.
Then there were the few fighters under her command. Pufferfish and Snake Lance served as Qian Renxue's lackeys, while Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard took orders from Qian Daoliu.
Apart from the later stages, those four barely showed their faces at all. What did that mean? They didn't give a damn about Bibi Dong!
After counting them all up, the only high-level fighters who actually listened to her were Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, those two honest fools.
Sure, they didn't look like much—one was all girlish airs, the other shrouded in gloom—but they were genuinely loyal to her. If she told them to bite someone, they'd bite.
And how did she treat them? With disdain! Scolding! Cold shoulders!
Did she think loyalty was worthless, or that she didn't deserve good subordinates?
I couldn't believe it. Had a door slammed on her head, or had a donkey kicked her?
With her way of managing people, forget ruling an empire. If you put her in charge of a ten-person security team, she'd drive nine of them into rebellion, leaving only herself.
Did she have any idea how powerful Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, "Polar Static Domain," was?
It was a supreme crowd-control skill that could even freeze space and time!
Anyone below godhood would be rooted to the spot, a sitting duck.
Used properly, paired with a powerful damage dealer, who could they not kill—aside from those unreasonable beings like gods?
Who? Tell me, who could they not kill?
And how did Bibi Dong use them? She occasionally let them show their faces, stand around as background props and set the mood, then tossed them aside.
That wasn't just squandering a treasure. She'd thrown a golden rice bowl straight into a latrine.
And then there was how she allocated resources. Spirit Hall had so many Soul Bones. Who did she give them to? Her useless disciple, Hu Liena.
What was Hu Liena good for? Apart from making sultry poses and getting beaten like a punching bag by Tang San, had she ever done a single useful thing?
Hu Liena wasn't fit to hold a candle to a single hair on Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's feet. If she'd given those Soul Bones to the pair, they were already devoted to her—boosting their strength would have made them serve her for the rest of their lives.
But no. She had to dote on her useless disciple, treating her like a treasure, while treating her only two capable, loyal subordinates like rags.
Bibi Dong, oh, Bibi Dong. You weren't just stupid—you were stupid and vile, vile enough to make anyone want to slap you twice.
You deserved to see your plans fail. You deserved to die and vanish from the world. You deserved to be abandoned by everyone—though, then again, you didn't even have any family.
You deserved to die alone, with all your grievances bottled up!
What was the essence of politics? Every friend you gained meant one fewer enemy. You had to draw everyone you could win over to your side.
But what did you do, Bibi Dong? Every step you took sent you in the opposite direction. You drove your friends away and dragged your enemies closer.
You were the founding pioneer of reverse political science.
Honestly, when I watched you charge around like a tiger only to end up right where you started, I wondered if you were a spy planted by the enemy.
There was no other explanation for how anyone could make every wrong choice imaginable.
In short, here was Bibi Dong: barely a king in strength, but a stubborn bronze rank in brains.
And this kind of person wanted to unite the continent? Don't make me laugh. She couldn't even unite the street outside her own home.
It seemed the person delivering this Sharp Critique was gradually starting to let loose.
Sure enough, by the end, the critique finally had some real bite to it.
And as everyone watched this Sharp Critique and read its contents, they immediately understood just how stupid the so-called Pope of Spirit Hall was.
Quite a few characters watched with twitching eyes, unable to believe it.
Angel God paid the closest attention to Spirit Hall. Seeing how Bibi Dong had ruined its future, she erupted in fury.
[Angel God of Douluo I]: "Good, good, good! So this is how my Spirit Hall gets destroyed in the future—in the hands of someone like her!"
[Angel God of Douluo I]: "You there! Bibi Dong! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
[Angel God of Douluo I]: "Qian Daoliu, tell me—this is the temporary Pope you chose? Spirit Hall is about to disappear, and this is where your transition led?!"
[Qian Daoliu of Douluo I]: "Uh... Ancestor, I don't know either. I thought that even though Bibi Dong held a grudge against the Qian Family, she was still helping Spirit Hall grow rapidly."
[Angel God of Douluo I]: "And that means... that means it's fine for her to destroy Spirit Hall?"
[Angel God of Douluo I]: "You insolent Qian Daoliu! You dared to pass yourself off as my descendant! You're asking to die!"
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