Bibi Dong Won't Allow Someone As Awesome As Ning Xiaochun to Exist!

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

The towering palace was bathed in the afternoon sun, its golden dome refracting a sacred and solemn radiance.

This was the holy land in the hearts of the continent's spirit masters and the core of power for the Spirit Hall.

Inside the hall, the massive arched ceiling was painted with a mural of descending angels, while six enormous gilded pillars supported the soaring space. At the far end stood a papal throne carved from a single block of obsidian.

Seated upon the throne was a woman dressed in a brilliant golden robe, wearing the Nine-Curve Purple Gold Crown.

She appeared to be only in her thirties, her skin as fair as snow and her features exquisitely beautiful, yet her brow carried an air of effortless, imposing majesty.

She sat there in silence, yet she seemed to be the center of the entire world, radiating a pressure that made one dare not look her in the eye.

She was the youngest Pope in the history of the Spirit Hall: Bibi Dong.

At this moment, below the hall, Xie Yue, Yan, and Hu Liena stood side by side, bowing in unison with respectful expressions.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Bibi Dong's gaze swept slowly over the three of them, a look that seemed capable of piercing through all falsehoods.

When her eyes landed on Yan, she keenly caught the fleeting trace of unnaturalness and repressed frustration between his brows.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice clear and cold, like pearls falling onto a jade plate:

"It seems you have all gained much from this trip to the Sunset Forest. Xie Yue, level forty-two; Hu Liena, level forty-two; Yan, level forty-one. To reach the realm of a four-ring Spirit Ancestor at fifteen is to possess peerless talent across the entire continent. In the future, my Spirit Hall may add three more Titled Douluo, or perhaps even... Super Douluo."

Her tone carried a hint of approval, but it was primarily an affirmation of what she considered a matter of course.

In her view, given the resources of the Spirit Hall and the training plan she had personally devised, it was only natural for the Golden Generation to achieve such results.

However, the previously confident Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall felt somewhat uneasy facing this praise.

Peerless talent? That didn't seem to be the case at all...

Yet, Bibi Dong's gaze remained fixed on Yan, carrying a palpable pressure: "Yan, you seem to have... something on your mind?"

Yan's body gave a slight jolt; he knew his lack of composure could not escape the eyes of the Pope.

He gritted his teeth, a look of humiliation and unwillingness appearing on his face as he stepped forward and knelt on one knee:

"Your Holiness! This disciple is incompetent. We encountered setbacks in the Sunset Forest... and have tarnished the reputation of the Spirit Hall!"

"Oh?" A flash of surprise crossed Bibi Dong's eyes. She understood Yan's personality—proud and arrogant. For him to use the word "setback," the matter was likely not simple.

"Rise and speak. Tell me in detail."

Yan stood up, took a deep breath, and recounted everything that happened when they met Ning Xiaochun, Shui Bing'er, and Dugu Yan in the Sunset Forest.

Although he tried his best to hide it, his voice still carried uncontrollable trembling and resentment when he spoke of being frozen into an ice sculpture by Shui Bing'er and being forced to kneel and apologize by Ning Xiaochun.

"That blue-haired girl, her spirit is an Ice Phoenix, and her ice attribute is extremely pure—it has likely reached the legendary level of 'Ultimate Ice'! I was careless and was suppressed by her Ice Seal!" Yan said through gritted teeth.

"And that black-haired boy, who calls himself Ning Xiaochun, is from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect! He... he possesses twin spirits!"

"Twin spirits?" A look of movement finally appeared on Bibi Dong's calm face.

Twin spirits were incredibly rare! She herself was a possessor of twin spirits and knew well their terrifying potential. "Continue!"

"Both of his spirits are pagodas!" Yan's voice carried a hint of disbelief.

"One is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, but... it has nine stories! The other is a pitch-black, nine-story black pagoda that radiates an eerie aura! This disciple has never seen such a spirit! Furthermore... he can fuse the two pagodas to unleash a spirit fusion skill I have never heard of!"

"What spirit fusion skill?" Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly, a sharp light flickering in her eyes.

"Ring Reduction!" Yan spat the words out as if through clenched teeth.

"That skill... directly sealed my third spirit ring and forcibly suppressed my spirit power level to twenty-nine! At that moment... I had no power to resist!"

"Ring Reduction?!" Bibi Dong stood up abruptly from the papal throne. The terrifying aura that erupted in that instant caused the air in the entire hall to congeal!

Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan felt as if they were struggling to breathe, as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on their shoulders!

"Sealing an opponent's spirit ring and lowering their spirit power level..." Bibi Dong muttered the words, her eyes filled with incredulous shock and... a trace of deep wariness!

She was an expert in spirit rings and spirit fusion skills herself; she knew all too well the terrifying nature of such a technique! This was no longer mere support; it was a strategic power capable of overturning the balance of a battlefield!

If this skill had no usage restrictions, wouldn't a high-level spirit master from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect be able to single-handedly cripple the enemy's highest-level combatants?!

"Seven Treasures Glazed Sect... nine-story pagoda... twin spirits... Ring Reduction..."

Bibi Dong slowly sat back down on the throne, her fingertips tapping lightly against the armrest, creating a crisp sound as dangerous light flickered in her eyes.

"It seems that old fox Ning Fengzhi has been hiding a monstrous little talent from me..."

She was silent for a moment before waving her hand: "You have worked hard. Go and rest. This Seat will handle this matter."

"Yes, Your Holiness!" Xie Yue, Yan, and Hu Liena bowed once more before slowly retreating from the hall.

As they walked out of the Pope Palace, Hu Liena looked back at the towering structure, feeling a secret sense of relief.

She had almost mentioned that Ning Xiaochun was also capable of "Ring Elevation."

But for some reason, she chose to keep it hidden. Perhaps it was out of a trace of curiosity and favor for that miraculous boy, or perhaps... she subconsciously felt that this secret should not be revealed by her.

Inside the hall, only Bibi Dong remained.

She sat quietly on the throne, her fingertips tapping the armrest, her gaze profound as if she were contemplating something. After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice carrying a hint of icy chill:

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo."

Two figures appeared in the great hall as silently as ghosts, dropping to one knee.

The person on the left wore a golden robe, his face handsome yet bewitching, his skin as fair as a woman's. Every gesture he made carried an air of effeminacy; he was none other than Yue Guan, the level ninety-five Title Douluo with the title "Chrysanthemum."

The person on the right was gaunt, shrouded in a voluminous black robe that obscured his features, revealing only a pair of eyes flickering with a ghostly green light. An icy, eerie aura emanated from his entire body; he was Gui Mei, the level ninety-five Title Douluo with the title "Ghost."

"Your Excellency," the two replied in unison.