Little Xun, Was It...

Original timeline—

Beneath the Sky Screen, the moment they heard Qian Daoliu's uncertain question, "You want to fight me to the death?" the feverish atmosphere reached its peak.

"Holy shit! A Supreme Douluo was actually willing to fight the Grand Worshipper to the death for His Holiness the Pope?"

"Was this the legendary rage that shook one's crown for a beauty? So domineering!"

"Has anyone seen His Holiness the Pope? I heard she was the continent's greatest beauty. I used to think that might just be because of her status, but now I realize how ignorant I was!"

"Could His Holiness the Pope really be more beautiful than Bo Saixi?"

If there had once been controversy over who was the continent's greatest beauty, there was now a consensus.

Supreme-certified—guaranteed quality!

Even Bibi Dong in the Papal Palace could not help squeezing her legs together. Her hand gently brushed over her smooth, jade-like cheek as a sense of insecurity rose in her heart.

Did she... really have that much charm?

But Hu Liena was full of pride as she said to Xie Yue and Yan beside her:

"My teacher is just that peerlessly graceful and devastatingly beautiful!"

Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu, dressed in a pure white worshipper's robe, merely sighed.

Others called her beautiful enough to topple a nation, but he called her a calamity capable of destroying one.

His son, Qian Xunji, had died because of her...

Even Bo Saixi, far away on Sea God Island, could not help but feel ripples stir across the lake of her heart. She secretly began comparing herself to Bibi Dong.

As the High Priestess, she refused to accept it!

Heaven Dou City. Crown Prince's Palace.

As Qian Renxue watched everyone marvel at Bibi Dong's peerless beauty, she felt deeply uncomfortable. She truly did not understand what charm that old woman had.

"Hmph, she is nothing more than a vicious, poisonous woman."

Yet she had no choice but to admit it.

She had never seen anyone who could surpass Bibi Dong in appearance.

Soto City.

Yu Xiaogang's inferiority was mixed with rage.

He clenched his fists and comforted himself.

"Even in another time and space, Bibi Dong would definitely fall hopelessly in love with me."

Because—

When he had been young, he truly had been brilliant and high-spirited!

And a Supreme Douluo was nothing more than a brute.

No matter how powerful someone was, they could never escape the fate of death.

But a master of martial soul theory could endure forever and influence countless generations!

Still, a sense of urgency arose in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

Perhaps—

When he had some free time, he should make a trip to the Papal Palace to see Bibi Dong.

He believed Bibi Dong still had him in her heart.

Sky Screen timeline—

Qian Daoliu glanced at Spirit City below, helplessness showing in his eyes. In the end, he relented.

"Stop, Supreme Douluo. This old man is truly afraid of you."

"You calculated that I would not fight you, didn't you?"

"I can agree to your terms, but you must at least let me know why you insist on taking the saintess of Spirit Hall."

Qian Daoliu had considered that it might be because of her beauty.

But he quickly dismissed that thought.

Supreme Douluo had received his title at twenty and reached the pinnacle at twenty-six. No matter how many fortuitous encounters he had experienced in between, no matter how extraordinary his talent was, one fact could not be denied:

Supreme Douluo's Dao heart was as hard as iron!

Since ancient times, the strong—

Possessed not only world-shaking talent, but also an unyielding will of steel!

Lu Xuan promptly withdrew his aura and replied readily:

"Oh, I came to take a disciple."

"I was bored and wanted to take a disciple for fun. I cannot be bothered teaching anyone too stupid, and I think your Spirit Hall saintess has pretty good aptitude!"

Qian Daoliu said irritably:

"But Bibi Dong is the Pope's disciple!"

Lu Xuan nodded.

"Then she will be my disciple from now on."

"Consider it that I owe you a favor."

Qian Daoliu was still a reasonable man, and Lu Xuan was willing to give him that respect.

Outside the Sky Screen.

The clamor of discussion abruptly fell silent.

"Uh, so he wanted to take a disciple. I thought Supreme Douluo was so determined to get His Holiness the Pope because he wanted... that."

"What is 'that'?"

"Oh, you know, that..."

Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong unconsciously let out a breath of relief.

So he wanted to take a disciple...

She had thought Lu Xuan wanted that.

However—

Once Bibi Dong came back to her senses, her heart immediately tightened.

Take a disciple?

She suddenly realized that, in another time and space, her fate seemed to have reached a turning point.

If Supreme Douluo had truly descended from the heavens, taken her away from Qian Xunji, and made her his disciple, what would her life have been like?

Bibi Dong stared blankly at the Sky Screen.

Her feelings were complicated. She could not tell whether she was happy or sad...

Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment before saying:

"Although this old man can agree, Bibi Dong is ultimately the Pope's disciple. We still need the Pope's consent."

Bibi Dong possessed the rare Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Spirit Power, but to Qian Daoliu, none of that was particularly important as long as she did not possess the Angel Martial Soul.

If she had possessed the Angel Martial Soul and Lu Xuan had demanded her, then Spirit City might truly have been sunk today.

Lu Xuan nodded, taking it for granted.

"Of course. What I do best is convincing people with virtue."

Mm, Lu Xuan's Godslayer Sword actually had another name. It could also be called the Moral Sword.

It excelled most at carrying out moral instruction and reasoning with others.

Qian Daoliu: "..."

Was your morality even proper?

"Forget it. This old man will be the villain."

Lu Xuan and Qian Daoliu reached an agreement.

The two of them descended from an altitude of ten thousand meters.

"Father!"

The instant Qian Daoliu landed, Qian Xunji rushed over. At the same time, he stared at Lu Xuan warily.

Lu Xuan descended upon his sword and landed with effortless grace.

He glanced at Qian Xunji with a faintly amused expression.

"Little Xun, was it? You look like you are not very welcoming."

Little what?

Qian Xunji had clearly misheard him. His face flushed crimson, and fury filled his eyes.

"Lu Xuan, you have gone too far!"

Lu Xuan spread his hands innocently.

"I am of the same generation as your father. What is wrong with calling you Little Xun? 'Was it' is merely a filler phrase. Little Xunxun, do not overthink it!"

All dignity and face had been swept away!

Qian Xunji felt as though countless gazes around him were turning toward him, all filled with mockery and amusement. The majesty of the mighty Pope had become a complete joke!

The hatred in his chest for Lu Xuan reached its peak!

Outside the Sky Screen.

Everyone saw the scene clearly, their expressions growing strange.

The same question surfaced in all their hearts:

Could the former Pope of Spirit Hall really be called Little Xun, Was It?

"Why must Supreme Douluo press the issue?"

Qian Daoliu helplessly glanced at his son. Since he knew Supreme Douluo disliked him, why did he keep walking right up to him and giving him opportunities to slap his face?

If not for this old father of his still being around—

This foolish son would probably suffer even more!

Qian Daoliu said solemnly:

"Pope, I have something to discuss with you."

Qian Xunji shot Lu Xuan a resentful look, then communicated with Qian Daoliu through voice transmission. But before long, Qian Xunji's uncontrollable roar rang out.

"No! I will not agree!"

"Why should Lu Xuan get to take Dong'er away from me!"

"She is clearly my disciple!"