Big Ji Needs His Medicine

Qian Daoliu's sharp gaze fixed on Bibi Dong. "How did Ji'er die?"

Bibi Dong lay sprawled over Qian Xunji's corpse, her eyes brimming with tears as she said pitifully, "He injured his heart meridians while fighting Tang Hao. Then, while his body was weakened, he forced himself to cultivate. In the end, his blood and qi attacked his heart, and he bled from all seven orifices before dying."

Killing intent flickered in Qian Daoliu's gaze as it swept over Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's excuse could fool no one but ghosts.

The puncture wounds on Qian Xunji's wrists, feet, and abdomen, along with the Spider Empress Venom flowing from his corpse—were those really injuries that Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer could inflict?

Did she take him for a blind fool?

At that moment, Bibi Dong grew nervous as well.

There was no helping it. Qian Daoliu had arrived too quickly, appearing almost the instant she had killed Qian Xunji and begun her God Trial.

The look he gave Bibi Dong was filled with hatred and complicated emotions.

His son's murderer stood right before him. He wanted nothing more than to kill Bibi Dong, yet she was also Xiaoxue's mother, and he could not bring himself to strike her down.

Even if he could not kill Bibi Dong, he would make her pay for what she had done.

Just as Qian Daoliu was about to act and cripple Bibi Dong, an evil aura surged from her body and struck against him. The aura was faint, yet incomparably supreme.

It was the aura of a god. Qian Daoliu was horrified. This divine aura was warning him not to act rashly.

As a god's high priest, Qian Daoliu was extremely sensitive to divine auras.

He now realized that Bibi Dong had actually gained a god's favor and embarked upon the path to godhood.

A trace of wariness appeared in his eyes, and his intention to cripple Bibi Dong gradually faded.

Qian Daoliu could not determine whether the god behind Bibi Dong valued her as an inheritor. He could not risk offending a god by laying a hand on her.

Seeing this, he could only pretend to be blind.

He walked to Qian Xunji's corpse, brushed his hand over it, and closed his eyes.

"The current Pope, Qian Xunji, was gravely injured by Tang Hao. Not long after returning to Spirit Hall, he died suddenly. Let this be announced to the world," Qian Daoliu said.

Bibi Dong sensed Qian Daoliu's killing intent recede. Though she did not know why, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With a single sentence, Qian Daoliu set the tone for the matter. Soon afterward, Spirit Hall announced the Pope's death to the world and held Qian Xunji's funeral.

Tang Hao hid in a tavern in some small city, drinking while holding the young Tang San.

The conversations of Soul Masters in the tavern reached his ears.

"Did you hear? The current Pope is dead. They say he was killed by Tang Hao, the genius successor of the Clear Sky Sect."

"Hiss... The Pope was a renowned Title Douluo. How could that be possible?"

"The Clear Sky Sect is truly formidable."

Tang Hao drank his cheap ale and sneered.

This was precisely the outcome he wanted.

Qian Xunji was dead, but not by his hand. Qian Daoliu knew who the true culprit was, so he would not vent all his fury upon the sect.

Yet at the same time, the world believed Qian Xunji had died at his hands, using this to establish the mighty reputation of the Clear Sky Douluo.

Qian Xunji, Qian Xunji, you did not know that your death was only the beginning. Your fall had sounded Spirit Hall's death knell.

You were dead, but our debts had yet to be settled. When my son Tang San rose against the heavens, that would be the day Spirit Hall fell.

A Buzz Cut was mooching food and drink in Notting City.

Yu Xiaogang had also received word of Qian Xunji's death.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he thought, I never expected Bibi Dong to act so quickly. Next will be the era of Dong'er becoming Spirit Hall's Pope.

His eyes gleamed as he began plotting for the future.

In his previous life, Yu Xiaogang had been kept in the dark, drifting through life without knowing what to do. It was not until Tang San arrived that he placed all the hopes of his life upon Tang San.

Yet Tang San, in whom he had placed such great hopes, had not taken him to the God Realm after becoming a god.

Having lived again, he knew many things about his previous life, and he also knew that Bibi Dong had always cared deeply about him.

Then, after Bibi Dong became Pope, there would be many things he could do.

Though he held considerable resentment toward this disciple, Yu Xiaogang also knew that in this life, he still needed this disciple to make his name known throughout the world.

But he also needed a Plan B. First would be the Immortal Herbs of the Icefire Yin Yang Well.

That was right. Gangzi still had not given up on stealing Tang San's opportunity.

He remembered that Dugu Bo had relied on the Icefire Yin Yang Well to become a Title Douluo. Therefore, Dugu Bo becoming a Title Douluo meant that the Icefire Yin Yang Well had emerged.

If he seized the right timing and went to Sunset Forest, he would be able to find the Icefire Yin Yang Well.

And if he wanted to force his way in, he needed combat power at the Title Douluo level.

His father no longer trusted him. The only Title Douluo Yu Xiaogang could contact was Bibi Dong.

As long as he made good use of Dong'er's abilities, he could break into the Icefire Yin Yang Well and obtain the Immortal Herbs he had long dreamed of.

In his previous life, he had consumed the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma. That rare treasure could not be considered an Immortal Herb. In this life, he wanted an Immortal Herb that could transform his Luo Sanpao into a Golden Holy Dragon.

Yu Xiaogang knew nothing about Immortal Herbs, but someone did: Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan. Once Bibi Dong became Pope, Yu Xiaogang would have her use the Pope's authority to force Yue Guan to hand over the Immortal Herb Catalog. Then, he could simply figure out which Immortal Herb suited him.

Of course, before that, he also had to persuade Dong'er not to leave even a mouthful of soup for Spirit Hall. Yu Xiaogang scratched the back of his head and began thinking.

Just as Yu Xiaogang happily planned everything out, a memory he had overlooked suddenly flashed through his mind—

Yu Xiaogang suddenly remembered something.

In his previous life, Bibi Dong had become Pope because Qian Xunji was an only child. Once Qian Xunji died, and with Qian Renxue still young, Bibi Dong had smoothly ascended to the position of Pope.

Spirit Hall in this life was different from the one in his previous life. Besides Qian Xunji, Qian Daoliu also had another son, Qian Xunyi.

Could Bibi Dong still smoothly become Pope? A huge question mark appeared in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

Many of the grand plans he had made for this life were founded upon Bibi Dong becoming Pope and his being able to use Spirit Hall's resources without restraint.

But if Bibi Dong could not become Pope, then how would Yu Xiaogang carry out so many of his later plans?

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang scratched his Buzz Cut, but after pondering for a long time, he could not come up with any good solution.

There was no helping it. He could only wait—wait until Qian Xunji's funeral ended and see who took the Pope's throne.

Bibi Dong, for the sake of my grand ambitions in this life, you must become Pope. Yu Xiaogang thought shamelessly.