Plotting Against the Clear Sky Sect

"Unless what?"

Seeing Wang Zhao look deep in thought, Bibi Dong's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly pressed him for an answer.

This little fellow...

No matter how monstrous his talent was, wasn't he still my student in name?

Thinking this, she quickly stopped dwelling on the fact that Wang Zhao's knowledge seemed far beyond what it should have been.

After all, there was no concept of "possession" anywhere in the Douluo World. No matter how puzzled Bibi Dong was, she simply could not resist Wang Zhao's appearance as a seven-year-old child.

It was far too deceptive.

"Unless we ask the worshippers to take action."

Wang Zhao got straight to the point.

Bibi Dong was no fool and understood at once.

But...

Since Qian Daoliu had handed this task entirely to her, would he still send powerful experts to assist her?

As if seeing the doubts in Bibi Dong's heart, Wang Zhao continued explaining:

"Don't worry. Senior Qian Daoliu has just suffered the pain of losing his son. He won't assign you, Sister Dong'er, an impossible task. Otherwise, he'd only be slapping his own face."

"Your task, Sister Dong'er, is actually very simple when it comes down to it. You only need to intimidate the Clear Sky Sect and damage its foundation. As long as you don't wipe them out, the harsher you are, the better. There's no need to worry about anything else."

"As for asking the worshippers to act, Sister Dong'er, you only need to visit the Worship Hall and mention it when the time comes."

"Also, Senior Qian Daoliu entrusted this task to you because he likely wants you to demonstrate your stance and prove that you have sufficient methods."

"Sister Dong'er, you can treat this as a test to become Pope..."

"I see."

Wang Zhao's words brought Bibi Dong sudden enlightenment.

"Then do you have any ideas about how to intimidate the Clear Sky Sect, Wang Zhao?"

She asked instinctively.

"I do..."

As he spoke, Wang Zhao gave a sinister smile to himself.

I have more than enough ideas for that. Too many...

Heh heh heh!

Although the Clear Sky Sect bore no direct grudge against Wang Zhao, since he had come to this world and chosen the faction opposed to the protagonist group, wasn't it only natural for him to suppress the protagonist group's future supporters?

Not just the Clear Sky Sect—even the Four Single-Attribute Sects were not going to escape Wang Zhao's plans, especially the legendary Strength Clan.

As for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...

It was not as though he could not try plotting against them as well.

At worst, if his schemes failed, he could fully support Bibi Dong's Soul Hunting Operation in the future and wipe them all out.

Heh heh~

Thus, Wang Zhao gave an evil little smile, making both Bibi Dong and Die beside him feel a chill down their spines.

Yet he quickly returned to his "innocent and pure" appearance.

So quickly that even the two women, one a Soul Saint and the other a Soul Douluo, could not help wondering whether they had imagined it.

Such an adorable little boy...

What bad intentions could he possibly have?

Right?

However—

"Sister Dong'er, I suggest you do this first, then this..."

"..."

After hearing what Wang Zhao said next, they soon became utterly certain of their judgment of him.

This brat had been pretending for over a year.

So he was actually sweet on the outside and dark within?!

Night fell.

There were far fewer people in the Library tonight. News of Qian Xunji's death had likely spread through Spirit City, and everyone had probably rushed back to their respective families for meetings.

People like them might not have been particularly loyal to Spirit Hall as a whole, but their roots were firmly planted within Spirit Hall. They shared its glory and its ruin, making them far more reliable than the Upper Three Sects' empty claim of being "bound by common breath and branch."

Wang Zhao did not think much of it. He had not come to the Library to socialize with those family disciples or build connections anyway.

"Xiao Xue, have you eaten dinner?"

Carrying a stack of books, he headed toward his usual spot and greeted her out of habit.

Over the past year, Wang Zhao had grown accustomed to sitting down in a certain place in the Library, only for a girl who had dropped her invisibility to suddenly appear beside him and "disturb" him.

But today marked the first time she was absent.

She was not there.

"Right, something happened to Qian Xunji. How could she possibly be in the mood to come here..."

Wang Zhao blanked out for a moment before quickly understanding why. Shaking his head, he sat down as if nothing had happened and opened a book.

Before meeting Qian Renxue, this was how he had been anyway. Now, he was merely returning to how things used to be.

Hmm...

Wang Zhao casually flipped through several pages, then suddenly frowned.

Why am I feeling a little distracted?

I can't even focus on reading?

Strange.

He straightened slightly and rolled his neck from side to side, seemingly just stretching. Yet in the end, he could not help letting his gaze settle on the spot to his left.

That was where the girl often sat.

I wonder how she's doing now...

"Sigh."

Thinking of this, Wang Zhao helplessly tapped his little head.

Calm as he was, he seemed to have already realized what was happening to him.

He could not help falling silent.

The night deepened.

Wang Zhao walked out of the Library and had just closed the doors. As he prepared to lock them, he suddenly felt someone tightly embrace him from behind.

"Sniff..."

Soft sobbing entered his ears at the same time.

His hands froze. His body stiffened slightly, and after seeming to realize something, he neither moved nor spoke.

It was as though the scene had frozen in that instant.

Only after the person behind him gradually stopped crying did she speak first.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"What should I say?"

Wang Zhao asked.

The girl puffed out her cheeks at his response. Her eyes suddenly reddened, and she buried her little face deeply against Wang Zhao's back again, mumbling indistinctly:

"I didn't come today. I'm sorry, you..."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Wang Zhao asked again.

"I..."

The girl's body trembled.

"Are you angry with me?"

At that moment, Wang Zhao turned around.

When he saw the girl's fragile appearance, even his heart fell into disarray.

I really am sick...

That was what he thought, yet he slowly raised a hand and placed it atop Qian Renxue's little head.

After absorbing his First Soul Ring, he was now roughly the same height as Qian Renxue.

"No. But you—why are you crying like a little tabby cat?"

"I..."

It would have been better if Wang Zhao had not mentioned it. The moment he did, Qian Renxue looked as though she were about to cry again.

She scrunched up her little nose and held it in for a while, but ultimately could not endure any longer. With a wail, she threw herself into Wang Zhao's arms again and buried her face as she cried.

"Sigh..."

Wang Zhao paused at the sight. After silently sighing with a complicated look in his eyes, he raised his other hand and held the girl close.

"...You're the one who looks like a tabby cat."

No one knew how much time passed. Time itself seemed to have lost all meaning before the two of them.

Buried in his embrace, which was not broad but was exceptionally warm, she muttered.

Writing delicate emotional scenes is really too hard!