Collecting Some Interest First

In the Papal Hall, Saintess Hall, the morning sunlight had just spilled down, draping the entire palace in a gentle glow.

Bibi Dong lay on her familiar bed. The room was exceptionally quiet, as though time itself had frozen at this moment, with only the faint sound of her breathing softly echoing through the air.

Her thoughts had only just broken free from those unbearable memories, yet traces of shock and confusion still lingered in her heart.

However, at that moment, a light knock suddenly sounded outside the door. It was neither hurried nor slow, like raindrops gently tapping against a window, carrying a sense of respect and caution.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Each sound seemed to lightly pluck at Bibi Dong's heartstrings.

At the same time, a charming, mature voice slowly called from outside, "Your Highness the Saintess? Your Highness the Saintess? Are you awake?" The voice was like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, sending ripples spreading outward.

Hearing that voice, Bibi Dong instantly snapped out of her daze. However, those painful memories had drained her mentally, and though the voice sounded familiar, she could not tell who it belonged to.

She gently sat up from the bed. Against the soft bedding, her curvaceous figure appeared even more alluring. She wore a magnificent purple outfit, its fitted cut perfectly outlining her slender waist, so delicate it seemed as though it could be snapped with a single grasp.

Her full, high breasts rose and fell slightly with each breath, exuding an irresistible charm. Her hips were round and firm, while her long legs were straight and well-proportioned. Every line of her body was perfectly placed, as though it were nature's most flawless masterpiece.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her exquisite features as flawless as a work of art. Her waterfall-like long hair cascaded over her shoulders, gleaming faintly beneath the soft light streaming in through the window.

Bibi Dong lowered her head to look at her slightly wrinkled clothes, then raised her slender fingers to gently straighten them. Her movements were elegant and composed, as though she were also putting her emotions in order.

She took a deep breath, restoring calm to her expression before saying in a steady voice, "Come in."

There was not the slightest hint of panic in Bibi Dong's voice, only calmness and composure. She knew that only by remaining calm could she find a chance to survive and achieve her goals.

As her words fell, the door slowly opened. A graceful woman walked in, her long hair pinned up, with a few strands hanging by her cheeks and making her appear even more gentle. Her features were delicate, joy flickering in her eyes as she asked softly, "Your Highness the Saintess, you are finally awake. Is there anywhere you still feel unwell?"

As the person outside entered the room, Bibi Dong's gaze rested on the woman for a moment, and she finally saw who it was. It was Ling Yuan, a Soul Douluo whose strength had surpassed rank eighty, and also the personal guard assigned to her as the Saintess of Spirit Hall.

At that moment, Bibi Dong also recalled how she had fainted while absorbing her fifth Soul Ring beyond her limit. She frowned slightly, a trace of barely perceptible thought flashing through her eyes before she put on the dazed expression of someone who had only just awakened.

She gently shook her head as though trying to dispel her confusion, then asked weakly, "Sister Ling Yuan, why am I here? Did you bring me back?"

Ling Yuan immediately stepped forward and answered respectfully, "Saintess, you suddenly fainted while absorbing your fifth Soul Ring beyond your limit. The situation was extremely dangerous. Although you did not finish absorbing that Soul Ring, fortunately, only a small amount of energy remained within it. I immediately removed that remaining Soul Power from you and sent you back to the Papal Hall for treatment."

While Ling Yuan spoke, Bibi Dong gradually sorted through her thoughts. She knew clearly that those memories in her mind were known only to herself. They were both her secret weapon and her heavy burden.

Before she had gained sufficient strength, she had to maintain her former image and could not let anyone discover that something was different about her. She understood that once someone noticed her changes, endless trouble—or death—would await her.

Then she raised her head and resumed her usual innocent, romantic demeanor, asking casually, "Oh, so that was what happened! Sister Ling Yuan, I feel much better now. There should not be any serious problem, right?" Her eyes were clear and bright, like those of an inexperienced young girl, but beneath that innocent exterior hid a deep and intelligent heart.

Seeing Bibi Dong like this, Ling Yuan said gently, "Your Highness the Saintess, rest assured. You are no longer in serious danger. You only need to recuperate properly for a while, and you will recover completely."

Bibi Dong nodded lightly, a brilliant smile appearing on her face. "That is wonderful, Sister Ling Yuan. I was worried I might cause everyone trouble." Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like a mountain spring flowing gently by.

Ling Yuan paused slightly, her expression becoming somewhat solemn before she continued, "Your Highness the Saintess, there is one more matter. Three days from now, Lord Qian Xunji will 'officially' assume the position of Pope. As the Saintess of Spirit Hall and Lord Qian Xunji's disciple, you must attend."

"Additionally, Spirit Hall has received word that the Heaven Dou Empire will hold a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone auction in three months. Spirit Hall's higher-ups have decided to send a Titled Douluo with you to represent Spirit Hall at the auction. This can also be considered an opportunity for you to gain some experience."

When Bibi Dong heard about the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone auction being held by the Heaven Dou Empire, she immediately thought of Yu Xiaogang. She currently lacked the strength to resist Qian Xunji, but Yu Xiaogang was merely trash who would never break through rank thirty in his life. A fierce glint flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes. She could first collect some interest from him and properly torment him.

Yet her expression remained unchanged, and she still wore that innocent, romantic look. "I understand, Sister Ling Yuan. Master becoming Pope is a major event. I will prepare well and offer my congratulations to Master then."

"As for the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone auction, it sounds very interesting. With such an opportunity to gain experience, I will certainly cherish it." Excitement gleamed in her eyes, as though she were truly happy only for her master's glory and curious about the auction. Yet deep in her heart, Bibi Dong had her own plans.

She knew that forces from every side would gather at the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone auction held by the Heaven Dou Empire. Perhaps she could find an opportunity there to resist Qian Xunji.

After quite some time, Bibi Dong said softly, "Then, Sister Ling Yuan, is there anything else? I would like to rest for a while."

Ling Yuan looked at Bibi Dong and nodded slightly. "Then rest well, Your Highness the Saintess. I will not disturb you any longer. Call for me anytime if you need anything." With that, Ling Yuan slowly turned around and walked lightly toward the door. As the door gently closed, the room returned to silence.

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