The Rakshasa God hurriedly retreated to Bibi Dong's side.
"Let's go."
The two figures shot into the air and returned to Spirit Hall.
Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong and the Rakshasa God stood side by side, gazing out at the Sky Screen without a word.
"Are you one of Brother Cao's women?" Bibi Dong finally asked, her voice tangled with complicated emotions.
The Rakshasa God nodded and gave a bitter smile. "That's right. What about you? Don't tell me you aren't!"
Bibi Dong shook her head. "I'm not."
The Rakshasa God looked at her, suspicion filling her eyes.
Knowing Brother Cao, there was no way he would pass up such a stunning beauty.
She was about to press her for an answer.
"Boom!!!"
Golden light surged wildly across the Sky Screen. The Combat Power Ranking had updated.
[Combat Power Ranking, Fifth Place: Bibi Dong.]
[Identity: Pope of Spirit Hall, mother of Qian Renxue.]
[Strength: First-Level God.]
[Techniques: Yin-Yang Reincarnation Technique, Heavenly Demon Chaotic Dance.]
[Rewards: 10 Teleportation Talismans, which can transport the bearer to any location on Douluo Continent; Divine Artifact: Passion-Burning Whip.]
A familiar golden beam descended from the sky and enveloped Bibi Dong.
The Rakshasa God watched Bibi Dong in the golden light, the corner of her mouth twitching.
This woman really could lie without even blinking. No wonder she was my successor.
She'd just denied it outright, and now she was on the ranking.
Bathed in golden light, Bibi Dong's dignified, regal face revealed no emotion.
Yet complicated feelings churned inside her. In the end, she couldn't keep it hidden.
The Rakshasa God watched her and quietly weighed her options.
Though Bibi Dong was willful and unpredictable, it wouldn't do to make an enemy of her.
Besides, perhaps they could become allies in the future.
She had a feeling that, one day, the goddesses of the Divine Realm might make the ranking too.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the hall, and Qian Renxue walked in.
Her long golden hair glimmered softly in the candlelight, and a faint smile graced her angelic face.
Her gaze fell on her mother—or, more precisely, on the golden glow still lingering above her head. The corners of her lips lifted slightly. I knew Mother must have cultivated the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Technique. Let's see how you talk your way out of it this time.
Bibi Dong looked at her and opened her mouth, then gave up. Fine. She knows, so she knows.
Qian Renxue stepped forward, took her mother's arm, and smiled brightly. "Mother, you can stop pretending. I've known for ages. The day your face turned red and you said, 'It's a little hot,' I knew."
Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed faintly. Qian Renxue continued, "This is wonderful. We mother and daughter must look out for each other."
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, suppressed her embarrassment, and nodded.
Qian Renxue's smile grew even brighter. Finally, I can fight side by side with Mother. I wonder if Brother Cao can handle us.
Just then, her gaze fell on the purple-black figure nearby.
The Rakshasa God leaned against a stone pillar, watching the mother and daughter with keen interest.
Qian Renxue frowned slightly. She had never seen this woman before.
The purple-black divine robes, her alluring face, and the evil aura radiating from her all stirred an inexplicable sense of danger in Qian Renxue. "Who are you?"
The Rakshasa God didn't answer.
She studied Qian Renxue, her purple-black eyes glinting with complicated emotion. An Angel Martial Soul, a descendant of the Angel God.
The corners of her lips rose in a smile devoid of kindness.
The Rakshasa God and the Angel God had been mortal enemies since ancient times.
One ruled over evil and slaughter, the other over holiness and order. They were as incompatible as fire and water.
Now, her enemy's descendant stood right before her. Should she strike?
The Rakshasa God's aura began to rise, purple-black divine light swirling around her as a suffocating pressure filled the air.
Bibi Dong's expression changed abruptly. She stepped forward and shielded Qian Renxue. "What are you doing?"
The Rakshasa God said nothing. She only watched Bibi Dong, watching the resolve in her eyes.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath and said, each word clear and firm, "Xue'er is one of Brother Cao's women too."
The Rakshasa God's aura abruptly stalled. "Huh?"
Her lips parted slightly, disbelief written across her alluring face.
She looked from Bibi Dong to Qian Renxue. Had things gotten this wild on Douluo Continent?
Mother and daughter together? This Brother Cao is even more perverted than me!
Bibi Dong looked at her expression and gave a bitter smile, then nodded.
She turned to Qian Renxue. "Xue'er, this is the Rakshasa God of the Divine Realm. Well, she's also cultivated the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Technique."
Qian Renxue's eyes widened. "Huh? They have it in the Divine Realm too?"
Qian Renxue fell silent for a moment, then let out a long breath.
The gods of the Divine Realm are involved with Brother Cao like that too?
Brother Cao's reach really is something else.
Watching the mother and daughter, the Rakshasa God felt her last trace of murderous intent vanish. They're all on my side!
She withdrew her aura and leaned against the stone pillar, her tone languid. "Enough, enough. Since you're Brother Cao's women, I'll let it go."
Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief, and Qian Renxue did too.
The atmosphere in the hall grew harmonious. After all, they were all on the same side.
Bibi Dong looked at the Rakshasa God. After a brief silence, she asked, "Rakshasa, are you going back to the Divine Realm?"
The Rakshasa God shook her head, disdain on her alluring face. "Not for now. There's nothing interesting about the Divine Realm. All they do is hold meetings, meetings, meetings. They argue back and forth and never solve anything. I'd rather stay here. At least..."
She paused, a smile curling her lips. "At least Brother Cao is here."
Bibi Dong nodded. "In that case, stay at Spirit Hall for now. When we get the chance, we'll go see Brother Cao together."
The Rakshasa God's eyes lit up. "Good idea. I've wanted to meet this Brother Cao for ages. We've exchanged so many things in our dreams, but I've never seen him in person."
The corner of Bibi Dong's mouth twitched slightly.
You've exchanged so many things in your dreams? Just how intimate are you two?
Qian Renxue watched the two women, quietly weighing things up.
Mother, the Rakshasa God, and me—that's three god-level fighters. Mother and daughter fighting together, with a goddess of the Divine Realm backing us. Can Brother Cao handle that? The corners of her lips lifted slightly. I'm looking forward to it.
Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu gazed at the golden beam of light above Pope Palace, his expression complicated.
Pope Bibi Dong—Xue'er's mother, his daughter-in-law.
She had cultivated the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Technique too. It was unbelievable.
The Qian Family's dignity had been ground into the dirt again and again. What a disgrace!
But he had no way to change anything. Douluo Continent was no longer an era when Limit Douluo stood at the pinnacle.
Now there were god-level powerhouses everywhere, and they were all connected to Brother Cao.
Fortunately, Brother Cao had no ambition to rule the continent. Otherwise, who could stop him?
Forget it. Let him do as he pleased, as long as Spirit Hall remained!