Bibi Dong's Compromise

Lan Yu was quite skilled at pinning labels on people, and for an ordinary soul master, blasphemy might not have amounted to much.

After all, gods were high above and might not necessarily bother to trouble an ordinary soul master.

However, Bibi Dong was the heir to a god, and if she were truly branded with the label of blasphemy, she would not dare to gamble on whether the Rakshasa God behind her would punish her.

This was the so-called unfathomability of divine might; gods would not let their believers guess what they were thinking, maintaining their majesty through this sense of mystery.

"Hmph! You... very well! Tell me, what do you want by coming to the Pope Palace to find me?"

"Naturally, I am here to settle accounts. You sent Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo to assassinate me. Do you think I will let this matter pass so easily?"

Bibi Dong's gaze hardened, and the pressure of a Title Douluo, along with a tangible killing intent, enveloped Lan Yu.

At this moment, Lan Yu looked at Bibi Dong with a lingering, faint smile still hanging on his face.

"Bibi Dong, put away those boring tricks of yours; they are useless against me. Answer me first: why did you assassinate me? We seem to have had no prior intersection, and I have never offended you."

Bibi Dong remained silent and gave no answer, and Lan Yu was not in a hurry, simply staring right at her.

Not to mention, although Bibi Dong was already in her forties, she was truly well-maintained. Her skin was smooth without a single wrinkle, and upon closer inspection, even her pores were tiny.

Bibi Dong felt deeply uncomfortable under Lan Yu's unbridled gaze.

"Child, don't go too far."

"I will emphasize this again: I am not a child. Secondly, answer my question first... why did you send people to assassinate me?"

Bibi Dong fiercely slammed her hand onto the armrest of the Pope Throne, stood up from the Pope Throne, and released her Death God Domain.

"Little imp, are you really not afraid of death?"

"Do you think you can kill me? The successor of the Rakshasa God has ascended to the position of Pope of Spirit Hall. Hahahaha, what a gigantic joke, and no wonder Spirit Hall has fallen to its current state.

If the Angel God has no reaction to this at all, it can only indicate one thing: the Angel God has completely abandoned Spirit Hall."

Just as Bibi Dong was still pondering what Lan Yu meant by those words,

the Mycelial Carpet had already rapidly spread across the Pope Palace. Not only the ground, but even the walls, stone pillars, and ceiling were quickly covered by the crawling Mycelial Carpet.

It was as if the entire interior of the Pope Palace had been wrapped in a layer of delicate fuzz, looking somewhat cute yet somewhat eerie.

At this time, Lan Yu had also put away his smile.

"Bibi Dong, I originally only wanted to come and warn you not to make a move against me again, and by the way, demand some compensation.

However, if you want to fight, I don't mind accompanying you to the end.

Although I only have six rings right now, you can try whether this six-ring of mine can counter-kill a nine-ring Title Douluo like you."

Six red soul rings rotated at Lan Yu's feet, instead causing Bibi Dong to feel an eerie sense of oppression.

Her intuition told her that if she made a move, she would definitely be the one to suffer.

Yet given Bibi Dong's temperament, she refused to bow her head to Lan Yu just like that, and the atmosphere remained deadlocked right there.

Until with a creak, the doors of the Pope Palace were pushed open once again.

A handsome middle-aged man with blonde hair and wearing gorgeous robes walked in.

Although Lan Yu did not know him, he could guess his identity.

Qian Daoliu, the First Elder of Spirit Hall.

"What are you doing here?"

Upon seeing Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong's voice became somewhat gritted, or rather, her current state had a sort of all-bark-and-no-bite feel to it.

"I am here to find this little brother; it has nothing to do with you. I am the Great Elder of the Angel God, and I greet the Sage Lord of Fungi's sage."

"Greetings, Great Elder!"

Qian Daoliu did not look down on Lan Yu, and his etiquette was very thorough, so naturally Lan Yu would not be impolite either.

However, being polite was one thing, but the complaint that needed to be lodged still had to be made.

"Great Elder, I need Spirit Hall to give an explanation regarding the matter of my assassination."

Qian Daoliu did not look surprised, showing that he already knew about this matter.

"I am very sorry, this matter is indeed my Spirit Hall's fault. Bibi Dong, aren't you going to apologize?"

"I..."

"Bibi Dong!"

Qian Daoliu's voice turned icy, filled with immense pressure.

Unwilling to burn bridges with Qian Daoliu at this moment, Bibi Dong had no choice but to choose compromise.

"I'm sorry! It was just a momentary lapse in judgment on my part, and I apologize to you! I am willing to produce a 10,000-year soul bone as compensation, and I guarantee that such a thing will never happen again."

Though she spoke words of apology, there was a distinct taste of gnashing teeth to them.

Lan Yu also knew when to quit while he was ahead and did not press further step-by-step; otherwise, pushing her into a desperate corner where they both perished would not have been good.

"The Pope is very sincere, and I accept your apology. Let me give you some well-intentioned advice: think twice before you act."

"Hmph! I... heard you!"

Qian Daoliu laughed. "Hahahaha, since the misunderstanding has been resolved, would little brother Lan Yu care to come with me to the Elder Hall and sit for a while?"

"Alright, I also wish to meet the various elders of Spirit Hall."

"Good, later I will introduce them to you properly. Please!"

"Please!"

Qian Daoliu and Lan Yu left the Pope Palace together, and the Mycelial Carpet covering the Pope Palace retreated along with them.

However, after the Mycelial Carpet vanished, green mushrooms sprouted all over the Pope Palace, even right beside Bibi Dong's Pope Throne.

Seeing these growing green mushrooms, Bibi Dong grew even more furious.

"Detestable little imp! Sooner or later, I will make you pay the price. Someone, clean the entire Pope Palace for me from top to bottom, and clear all these mushrooms out of here completely."

Over on Lan Yu's side, he followed Qian Daoliu to the Elder Hall, and the feeling of the Elder Hall was completely different from that of the Pope Palace.

There was divine power left behind by the Angel God here, giving one a sense of holiness and warmth without losing its majesty.

"This is more like the place where believers of the Angel God ought to be. Great Elder, dare I ask, how many people within Spirit Hall still believe in the Angel God nowadays?"

"This..."

This question made it very difficult for Qian Daoliu to answer. In truth, the only ones in Wuhun City who could be called believers of the Angel God were probably just these elders in the Elder Hall and the Angel Legion directly under the Qian family.

The vast majority of people in Spirit Hall merely knew that the founder of Spirit Hall was the Angel God; they could hardly be considered believers of the Angel God at all, and some even held no faith in the Angel God whatsoever.

Elders like Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were clear examples; they joined Spirit Hall for benefits rather than out of faith.

"Sigh... Indeed, there aren't many left. Speaking of which, it's quite pathetic."

Immediately following that, the other elders of Spirit Hall also walked out, among them a girl Lan Yu had never seen before.

However, Lan Yu knew that she was Qian Renxue having removed her disguise.

"Heh heh, let me introduce you. This is my granddaughter, Xiaoxue, Qian Renxue. You have met before."

"What we saw before was a disguise, so this can be considered our first meeting, Miss Qian."