Bibi Dong: Has That Little Wretch Qian Renxue Fallen into Darkness?

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

With the bloodlust dispersed, Qian Sha Yu swaggered over and sat on the imperial throne.

She Long and Ci Xue followed close behind.

She Long carefully raised both hands, presenting a skull bone glowing with an eerie green light.

The bone emanated an extremely cold and strange energy fluctuation, its surface seemingly covered in intertwining shadows of snakes.

"Young Master, this is the Soul Bone I found on that old poisoner's corpse."

She Long offered it up with both hands, a hint of an ingratiating smile appearing on his face.

"Hm?"

Qian Sha Yu's expression froze slightly.

He had almost forgotten about that.

Dugu Bo really did possess a top-tier Medusa Skull.

Qian Sha Yu looked She Long over, his gaze turning exceedingly strange.

"Not bad, Elder She Long. Thirty years of professional corpse-looting, huh?"

"You're pretty skilled at this."

"Uh... ahem." She Long scratched his head and gave an awkward dry laugh.

"Young Master overpraises me. I was merely cleaning up the scene while I was at it."

Qian Sha Yu coughed dryly without even raising his eyelids.

"Enough. Take it and find somewhere to fuse with it."

The moment those words fell, the air in the great hall froze solid.

She Long's legs trembled, and he nearly thought his ears had malfunctioned.

"Y-Young Master, what did you say?"

"This is an exquisite sixty-thousand-year skull bone!"

Qian Sha Yu waved a hand, his expression calm as still water.

"Cut the nonsense. If I say it's yours, it's yours."

"If my men don't have some real strength, wouldn't they disgrace me when they go out?"

"Remember, work for me, and you'll have meat at every meal!"

"It's only a sixty-thousand-year skull bone. Just a tip I casually tossed out. Take it!"

His incomparably domineering voice echoed through the hall.

She Long's eyes reddened, and his breathing grew incredibly heavy.

This was a sixty-thousand-year skull bone that countless soul masters dreamed of.

Yet the Young Master had bestowed it as a tip without even blinking.

What kind of magnanimity was this?

What kind of boldness was this?

She Long immediately dropped heavily to one knee, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"This subordinate, She Long, is willing to go through fire and water for the Young Master, even unto death!"

Porcupinefish Douluo Ci Xue, standing nearby, was dumbfounded. He nearly ground his back teeth to pieces.

Had he known Dugu Bo possessed such a treasure, he should have fought to clean up the corpse just now!

Finding divine gear from a corpse was simply a fortune beyond measure!

Ci Xue stood to the side, scratching at his ears and cheeks, his eyes filled with undisguised envy.

Qian Sha Yu greatly enjoyed his subordinate's loyal worship and lifted his chin slightly.

"Enough. Stop making promises to me. Show me with your actions."

"Pass down my order. Mobilize every hidden scout and search the entire continent for the remnants of Shrek, the surviving members of the Four Single-Attribute Clans, and that Heaven Dou prince, Xue Beng."

"Those rats must be hiding now."

"Dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but drag those traitorous bastards out and crush them!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two Titled Douluo accepted the order and bowed as they withdrew to carry it out.

Inside the Sea of Spirit, Qian Renxue had already exploded.

"Qian Sha Yu! Have you gone mad?!"

"That was a sixty-thousand-year Medusa Skull!"

"It's an unparalleled treasure even across the entire continent, and you just casually gave it to She Long?"

Qian Sha Yu lounged leisurely upon the bloody throne and picked at his ear.

"Why are you yelling? Why so many decibels? You're disturbing the peace."

"Can either of us use that skull bone?"

"This..." Qian Renxue hesitated before replying, "No..."

She could sense that Qian Sha Yu already possessed a forty-thousand-year skull-type Soul Bone, and she had one as well. This Medusa Skull truly could not be used.

"Since we can't use it, should we keep it as an ornament for the New Year?"

"Reward useless things to your subordinates so they can improve their strength and work for me. That's what real vision looks like."

"Workers need full bellies to have the strength to work."

"You infiltrated for twenty years and achieved nothing because you were too petty. You wouldn't even draw your subordinates a pie."

"When my subordinates grow stronger, I can become a hands-off boss."

Qian Renxue was choked speechless by those words, trembling all over as she could not refute a single sentence.

Yet what he said actually made sense, making her feel even more like a joke.

She had schemed painstakingly for twenty years, and her subordinates had suffered grievous casualties.

Qian Sha Yu had casually tossed out a Soul Bone and won the absolute devotion of a Titled Douluo.

That disparity left her so frustrated she wanted to vomit blood.

Why did she feel that aside from his excessive bloodthirstiness in both personality and Martial Soul, Qian Sha Yu was highly suited to be Spirit Hall's Young Master?

Meanwhile,

Far away in Spirit City.

The towering, heavy bronze doors of the Papal Hall were pushed open.

Three bedraggled figures staggered inside.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's clothes were tattered, with dried blood hanging at the corner of his lips.

Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo were likewise covered in injuries, their auras weak to the extreme.

Upon the raised platform, Pope Bibi Dong held her scepter, noble and icy.

Seeing their miserable state, Bibi Dong raised her brows slightly.

"Where is Gui Mei?"

Yue Guan crashed to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he wept in heartrending grief.

"Your Holiness the Pope..."

"Old Ghost... Old Ghost is gone!"

"He died in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace!"

The moment those words rang out, the air within the Papal Hall froze into ice.

Bibi Dong slammed her scepter heavily against the ground, and icy killing intent flooded the hall.

"What did you say?"

"Gui Mei is dead?"

"Who did it?"

Yue Guan clenched his teeth until they cracked, hatred surging in his eyes like monstrous waves as he forced out several words through gritted teeth. "It was the Young Master... Qian Renxue!"

"She killed Old Ghost with her own hands!"

"!!!"

Bibi Dong's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

Qian Renxue?

How could that little wretch, who only possessed the cultivation of a Soul Sage, possibly kill a Titled Douluo like Gui Mei?

Yue Guan wept bitterly, his hatred for Qian Renxue reaching its peak.

That had been his old partner for decades.

But whenever he thought of that immortal old bastard Qian Daoliu standing behind Qian Renxue, he could only forcibly bury his thoughts of revenge deep within himself.

The Grand Elder's fury was not something an elder like him could withstand.

"Tell me exactly what happened, from beginning to end!" Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes shifted, her voice piercingly cold.

Demon Bear Douluo trembled as he stepped half a pace forward, his voice shaking. "R-Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope, the Young Master seemed like a completely different person at the time."

"All the holy radiance around her had vanished, replaced by a boundless sea of blood."

"Her golden hair had turned blood-red, blood patterns covered the six angel wings on her back, and she wielded an incomparably sinister crimson demonic sword."

"She was no holy angel at all. She was practically a Slaughter Angel crawling out of hell!"

"And the Young Master possessed the strength of a nine-ringed Titled Douluo, with eight black and one red Soul Rings!"

Slaughter Angel?

Red hair and blood wings?

A Titled Douluo with eight black and one red Soul Rings?

Bibi Dong leaned against her throne, her willow brows furrowed deeply.

The Angel God's inheritance was one of light and holiness.

Qian Renxue's current state could not possibly mean that she had passed the Angel God Trial.

This was clearly a sign of obsession turning demonic and her soul falling into darkness!

What had that proud little wretch experienced in Heaven Dou City to turn herself into such an evil creature?

Extreme mockery and derision flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

"Good. This is wonderful."

"That immortal old bastard Qian Daoliu always prattled on about holiness and light, treating the Qian Clan's angel bloodline as more precious than the heavens."

"If he learned that his most beloved, most highly anticipated precious granddaughter had become a bloodthirsty and savage demonic monster..."

"I truly want to see how splendid that old thing's expression would be!"

Bibi Dong sneered and waved a hand. "Yue Guan, the three of you may withdraw and tend to your injuries."

"The Papal Hall need not concern itself with Heaven Dou City's affairs any longer."

"Let that little wretch make all the trouble she wants."

She now needed to focus all her efforts on breaking through the final stage of the Rakshasa God Trial. She had no time to deal with this mess.

That little wretch's mess could be left for that old thing in the Worship Hall to slowly worry over!