Spare No One Taller Than the Wheel

When she opened her eyes again, there was no warmth left in those dark purple eyes.

"Kill," she said.

The visitor was also taken aback. "All... all of them?"

"Those from the Elephant Armor Sect, leave no one alive." Bibi Dong's voice was as cold as ice. "The Fierce Wolf Group, leave no one alive."

"Yes!" The newcomer turned around and waved his hand, "Do it!"

Soul Master from the Spirit Hall surged out like a tidal wave.

Huyan Zhen's face finally turned completely pale. "Miss Zhu! Zhu Qianxun! You can't... My Elephant Armor Sect has no grudge against you! You..."

"No grudge?" Bibi Dong finally turned to look at him, a faint smile playing on her lips. "When you were about to kill my people, why didn't you say you had no grudge?"

Huyan Zhen was speechless with shock. Seeing that the people from the Spirit Hall had already started to make their move and that the disciples brought by the Elephant Armor Sect were falling one after another, he became extremely anxious. His Soul Power suddenly erupted, and he prepared to fight to the death.

"Etc."

Ning Chengyi suddenly spoke.

The newcomer raised his hand, and the Spirit Hall members stopped what they were doing.

Huyan Zhen thought there was a chance for things to turn around, and hurriedly looked at Ning Chengyi, only to see the young man walk unhurriedly to the roadside and carry a wooden wheel out from the door of a house.

"Anyone taller than the wheel will be killed." Ning Chengyi the wheel into the ground, paused, and then, under everyone's gaze, gently pushed it, causing the wheel to fall over.

"Oh, I misspoke." Ning Chengyi looked at Huyan Zhen and grinned. "Those shorter than a cartwheel, stay."

The wheel lay on the ground, its horizontal position shorter than the person squatting down.

Huyan Zhen was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what it meant.

If someone can stand taller than the wheel after it's been laid down, then it's no longer considered "taller than the wheel".

This is an attempt to wipe out the entire family, leaving no one alive.

"You... you little beast!" Huyan Zhen went completely mad.

His Soul Power surged wildly, Elephant Armor Avatar activated at full power, causing him to swell to over three meters tall, like a true ancient giant elephant, as he charged towards Ning Chengyi, shouting, "I'll tear you apart first!"

"Bang!"

The newcomer stepped forward, blocking Ning Chengyi's path, and struck out with a palm.

The Soul Power of the two Soul Douluo collided in mid-air, causing a shockwave that ripped off the roof tiles of the surrounding houses.

But before Huyan Zhen could even gain a firm foothold, Bibi Dong made her move.

She didn't use any Soul Skill; she simply raised her hand, and her jade-like hand, seemingly adorned with something, instantly pierced through Huyan Zhen's Elephant Armor defense and gently pressed against his chest.

"Puff."

A muffled thud.

Huyan Zhen froze on the spot, a clear palm print dented into his chest.

He looked down at the wound on his chest in disbelief, then looked up at the thing in Bibi Dong's hand.

"You are... you are..." His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter the last word. His massive, towering body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The entire hall fell silent.

Li Huo collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked.

The members of the Fierce Wolf Group were too scared to even run. Some knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately until their heads were covered in blood.

Bibi Dong withdrew her hand, glanced around at the terrified faces, and said calmly, "Kill them all."

The Spirit Hall members acted swiftly.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Elephant Armor Sect and the Fierce Wolf Group were completely wiped out.

The newcomer ordered his men to clean up the battlefield, then quickly walked to Bibi Dong, knelt on one knee, and lowered his voice. "Your Eminence, you..."

"Alright," Bibi Dong raised her hand to interrupt him, "We'll talk about it back in the palace."

She turned around and her gaze found Ning Chengyi in the crowd.

The boy was standing next to the Old Zhu couple, gently and carefully tending to the rope marks on the old woman's hands.

The person who casually said "not a single one taller than a car wheel will be left" just moments ago, and the young man applying medicine to the old man in front of me, seem like completely different people.

"Ning Chengyi." Bibi Dong walked over.

Ning Chengyi looked up at her and smiled, "Leaving already?"

"Hmm." Bibi Dong nodded. "Our identities have been exposed; we need to go back and deal with it."

Old Zhu and his wife then realized that the person who had saved the entire town was their "daughter," whom they had spent almost several months with.

The old woman grabbed Bibi Dong's hand, her lips trembling, "Girl... you, you're from the Spirit Hall..."

"I'm sorry, Mother." Bibi Dong knelt down, took the old woman's hand, and said in a rare gentle voice, "I've lied to you for so long."

"It's alright, it's alright." Old Zhu, his eyes red-rimmed, laughing and wiping away tears. "I don't care who you are, if you acknowledge me as your father, you're my daughter!"

Bibi Dong felt a slight tingling in her nose, but quickly suppressed it.

She stood up and looked at Ning Chengyi.

The two locked eyes for a moment, and the surrounding noise seemed to recede into the distance.

The newcomer tactfully led the group back a few steps, and Old Zhu and his wife were also helped to the side to rest by several Soul Master.

After all, they also had Soul Hunting Plan, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to get here so quickly.

"I'm sorry," Bibi Dong said softly, "I kept it from you for so long."

Ning Chengyi his hand. "I knew something was off about your face the first time I saw it. Your Disguise Technique are really terrible."

Bibi Dong: "..."

"But I know you have your reasons," Ning Chengyi continued, his tone becoming more serious. "You are the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and I am just a minor Soul Master. Whether you're afraid I have ulterior motives or that I'll use your status to my advantage, I would have kept it from you too."

"I'm not afraid you have ulterior motives," Bibi Dong interrupted him, turning her face slightly away. "I just... don't know how to bring it up."

Ning Chengyi noticed her slightly red ear tips and suddenly smiled.

"Alright, enough explaining." He took a step back, clasped his hands in a fist salute to her, his posture casual yet earnest. "Your His Holiness the Pope, have a safe journey."

Bibi Dong did not leave immediately.

She stood there looking at Ning Chengyi, opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately only said softly, "You have a lot of room to grow. If... if you're willing in the future, the Spirit Hall will always welcome you."

"I will go." Ning Chengyi met her gaze, his eyes clear and firm, "But not now. I need to prove myself and stand before you. Then you won't have to talk to me like this."

Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback.

She understood what he meant.

He minded... not her identity, but the vast gap in their levels of understanding and strength.

He didn't want people to say he "relies on a woman," and he didn't want to be looked at with strange eyes when he stood next to her.

"Alright." Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze, turned around, and the hem of her silver robe fluttered in the wind.

"I'm waiting for you."

The sound was very soft, almost so soft it could be blown away by the wind. Yet Ning Chengyi heard it clearly.

He stood there, watching the figure soar into the air and disappear into the depths of the night sky, surrounded by the people of the Spirit Hall.

Only when he could no longer see it did he lower his head, looking at the Phantom Butterfly its wings in his palm, and murmur to himself.

"The Spirit Hall..."

He tossed the Phantom Butterfly into the air, and the little creature fluttered its wings, circled twice above his head, and landed on his shoulder.

"Alright." Ning Chengyi grinned, turned around and walked towards Old Zhu and his wife. "Let's take care of the matter at hand first."

Old Zhu was waving at him. "Young Ning, come here, help me move this medicine cabinet back!"

"They're here!"

Ning Chengyi responded and walked briskly.

But out of the corner of his eye, he still glanced towards the horizon.

No rush.

One day, he will walk up there with his head held high.

At that time, no one will need to hide anything.