Innocent Little Wang Zhao

Before long, their brief horseplay came to an end. Seeing the Spirit Hall personnel on the distant battlefield gradually dispersing, the three of them prepared to leave as well.

However, they did not plan to travel by carriage this time. Unlike before they had set out, the Pope's death meant they needed to hurry back and deal with a great many matters.

As for Wang Zhao, although the turmoil within Spirit Hall most likely had nothing to do with him, he had just absorbed his First Soul Ring and his rank had risen far too quickly. He still needed time to consolidate his foundation, experiment with his soul skill, consider how to develop Golden Scale's light attribute, purify the Dragon Bloodline...

He had many things to do.

After all, since he had already decided to become a leisurely Beast Tamer and Dragon Knight on the battlefield, he needed to make all such "logistical" preparations properly.

It could also be considered his own unique method of cultivation.

Along the way, Die continued to carry Wang Zhao while she and Bibi Dong flew with their wings spread.

As Wang Zhao rested against Die's warm embrace and admired the scenery amid the clouds, Bibi Dong's voice suddenly reached him.

"Wang Zhao, I wasn't joking earlier. My true identity is Spirit Hall's Saintess, Bibi Dong."

"Hm?"

Wang Zhao raised his little face, then quickly smiled and said,

"So Sister Dong'er is that amazing? Doesn't that mean I'll soon have a 'Pope teacher'?"

"Didn't you say you were afraid of trouble?"

Bibi Dong could not help feeling puzzled.

Why did this kid keep changing his mind...

"Of course, but I've also read in books that effort and reward are proportional. If they aren't, then it only means you're looking at it from the wrong angle."

"Spirit Hall's Angel Lineage heir presumably hasn't matured yet, so Sister Dong'er is still the most suitable person to take the Pope's position. There's no denying that."

"Even if we encounter many troublesome matters after returning to Spirit City, those elders will fight among themselves, but in the end, to keep one another in check, they will choose to push you, the Saintess, into the position."

"After all, Sister Dong'er is a publicly known possessor of Twin Martial Souls. Only you are best suited to become the new Pope."

"As for the small schemes and obstacles you may encounter along the way..."

"Once Sister Dong'er officially becomes a Titled Douluo, you'll be able to suppress everything!"

"..."

Hearing Wang Zhao's words, Bibi Dong suddenly saw the light, yet she could not help feeling confused as well.

Was this kid's mind really this monstrous?

He was only seven years old, yet he already understood so much?

There was definitely something off about him.

Wang Zhao sensed her thoughts, but he no longer cared.

Since he had already exposed himself before, he might as well expose himself thoroughly. At worst, his ideas were simply different from ordinary people's. Even if Bibi Dong and those around him were astonished, it would also allow her to stop hiding so many things from him in the future and be willing to discuss matters with him.

After all, he had never shown any flaw in his "natural disposition."

If God King Tang could earn the title "Pure and Untainted Young Master Tang San," why couldn't Wang Zhao bear the title "Innocent Little Wang Zhao"?

It was perfectly reasonable.

That was why one thing he had said earlier was not wrong, though the subject had been inappropriate.

He should replace "effort" and "reward" with "misfortune" and "fortune."

Misfortune is where fortune lies; fortune is where misfortune hides.

He had exposed his clever little mind, meaning that he probably would not be able to keep cultivating and reading so leisurely in the future. But did that mean there were no benefits to it?

Of course not.

He had never forgotten that the most crucial step in his plan was to lay out his plans across the continent.

With Bibi Dong's support in the future, he would no longer need to hold himself back in many matters.

Naturally, that was on the premise that Bibi Dong held real power and could make most of Spirit Hall's forces submit to her in the future.

Wang Zhao was not worried about that.

After all, Bibi Dong had always been gifted in political affairs. That was not difficult to see from the original work. At the very least, she was far better than a half-baked person like him. She simply had not yet received proper development.

But that was not far off. This upheaval in Spirit Hall was also a tremendous opportunity.

Wang Zhao would presumably soon witness the dazzling debut of Bibi Dong as the Female Pope—majestic and inviolable.

Spirit City.

The three of them had just arrived outside the city gates and were preparing to descend, since flying was forbidden within Spirit City.

Just then, a furious roar filled with overwhelming pressure echoed throughout the entire city—

"Clear Sky Sect! Tang Hao! What a Tang Hao!"

It was Qian Daoliu!

Wang Zhao immediately realized.

Although he had never heard Qian Daoliu's voice before, given the situation, he could infer who that voice belonged to just by thinking about it.

So, what would he do?

Wang Zhao could not help feeling curious.

But a moment later, when he thought of Qian Renxue's circumstances, he shook his head inwardly.

Given Qian Daoliu's way of thinking, he was probably still planning to let Qian Renxue become a god as soon as possible, then settle all accounts completely afterward.

With that thought, Wang Zhao stopped dwelling on it.

Wasting too much unnecessary thought was an easy way to lose hair.

Golden Scale already gave him enough to worry about.

The three soon entered Spirit City and returned to the familiar grand residence.

The moment he stepped into the courtyard and looked at the two women beside him, Wang Zhao suddenly felt, for some reason, that this place was home.

Then he thought of Xiao Xue, who always came to "bother" him in the Library, as well as Old John from Spirit Scholar Village...

Without realizing it, he had already formed so many bonds in this Douluo World.

Wang Zhao did not reject that.

After all, although he enjoyed solitude, he had always understood that solitude was not the goal. It was the broad road leading toward a beautiful future.

Brief solitude was for a long, lasting freedom from loneliness!

Soon, Bibi Dong received notice that she needed to visit the Pope's Palace.

She was most likely going to a meeting.

Wang Zhao and Die remained at home. Seeing Die looking as though she had nothing to do, Wang Zhao pulled her over to help him conduct an experiment.

Don't get any strange ideas. It was the serious kind!

Wang Zhao released Golden Scale. A deep yellow soul ring rose beneath his feet, and soon, the soul ring flashed as the First Soul Skill, Sacred Radiance Auspicious Cloud, activated instantly.

"Golden Scale, stay on the ground and don't fly up. First, conceal the silver light as much as possible, then spread the clouds and mist with all your strength."

After activating the soul skill, Wang Zhao gave Golden Scale this command in his mind.

Before long, a vast expanse of clouds and mist spread out, filling the courtyard. Silver light still flickered faintly within it, though Wang Zhao did not know whether it could not be concealed or whether Golden Scale was simply not yet proficient in using the First Soul Skill.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Zhao asked Die, who stood within the range covered by the Silver Light Cloud,

"Sister Die, do you feel anything?"

"No."

Die carefully sensed herself within the mist. Finding no negative condition on her body, she answered.