Bibi Dong's Anger

"I've lived for so long, and this is the first time I've ever felt like this."

She pulled back her gaze, gently placing a hand over her heart to listen to its beating.

Her heartbeat is faster than usual. Could it be that I've fallen in love with the young hall master at first sight?

After a moment of silence, Ling Yuan sighed, gently shaking her head to deny that answer.

Love is something that no longer suits me.

On the other hand, the master is still young, and he shouldn't give up the pursuit of love just because of my existence.

Ling Yuan changed her posture, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back against the wooden wall as she mused:

Judging by the young hall master's attitude toward me, he probably doesn't dislike me.

There are three hours left until nightfall. Since the young hall master told me to be more proactive, I'll probe the young hall master a bit tonight first.

If the young hall master doesn't refuse...

At the thought of what would happen tonight, Ling Yuan's heartbeat inexplicably quickened a little more.

At the same time, the sense of taboo in her heart grew heavier along with it.

Standing in different positions, some things felt thrilling just to think about.

The Papal Hall.

Smack!

High upon her throne, Bibi Dong listened to Yue Guan's report from below and slammed a hand down onto the armrest of the throne in anger, the sound echoing through the grand hall.

This Qian Zong was simply utterly lawless.

Was she the pope, or was he the pope, that he actually dared to defy orders?

The more Bibi Dong thought about it, the angrier she grew; the angrier she grew, the more she thought about it.

After being angry for quite a while, she realized that she really couldn't do anything to Qian Zong.

For a moment, she grew even angrier.

Yue Guan didn't dare to provoke her, standing quietly in place to await orders.

It was better back in the days of the former saintess, who was innocent, romantic, lively, and cheerful.

Look at her now; there wasn't a trace of her former self left.

Bibi Dong gathered her stray thoughts, calming down after a short while and recovering her habitual composure.

"Yue Guan, I just sensed powerful soul power fluctuations erupting from the direction of the Martial Soul Library. Did something happen?"

The Martial Soul Library was not far from Pope Mountain, and the outburst of imposing aura from five Titled Douluos naturally couldn't escape Bibi Dong's perception.

It wasn't just Bibi Dong; the soul masters around the library had all sensed those few powerful soul power fluctuations within the library.

The library and the surrounding crowd right now were extremely lively, all discussing the events that had taken place inside the library.

Topics like the scandal involving the grand master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and his cousin, the sage Qian Zong, soul ring age configurations, and the imperial war were spreading to the surrounding area at an astonishing speed.

She believed it wouldn't be long before today's events spread out of Spirit City and eventually reached every corner of the continent.

"A major event did indeed occur at the library..."

Yue Guan recounted everything he had seen and heard at the library in detail.

However, he quietly omitted Yu Xiaogang's vile character, mentioning only the "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul" and Qian Zong's ideological dispute.

Bibi Dong's emotional state wasn't very stable right now, and he didn't want to court disaster.

Besides, that whole business with Yu Xiaogang did no harm to Spirit Hall.

On the contrary, it was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that was in for a headache for a while.

Smack!

Hearing that Qian Zong had made the decision on behalf of Spirit Hall to go to war with the Star Luo Empire, Bibi Dong felt the anger in her chest instantly ignited, and she slammed a heavy hand down onto the armrest of the throne.

"Simply preposterous! A young hall master who has never even shown his face actually dares to make decisions on behalf of Spirit Hall!"

She had hidden for so many years precisely to launch an unprecedented war and gather the nourishment required to achieve godhood.

As for establishing an empire, that was merely one link in her plan to become a god.

After all, attacking an empire in the name of the pope of Spirit Hall lacked justification and righteous standing.

But attacking an empire as the ruler of a nation-that was a national war, perfectly understandable.

And now?

Qian Zong had openly declared war on the Star Luo Empire. Could her plotting still continue then?

Could she still become a god?

Qian Zong's action was no longer just ignoring her as the pope; it had touched upon her fundamental interests: becoming a god!

Bibi Dong knew very well in her heart that if she didn't become a god, she would have no chance at revenge whatsoever, nor would she ever be able to break free from the shackles of fate.

Just like now, even though she was exalted as the pope and wielded peerless power in her hands.

The personnel she could actually summon were very few, not much different from a puppet.

Especially that crowd in the Worship Hall; they didn't regard her as the pope at all.

What pope?

What did that have to do with them?

As long as Spirit City didn't fall into chaos, she could do whatever she liked.

Yue Guan stood in place, watching Bibi Dong's expression grow increasingly unsightly. He let out a soft sigh inwardly, feeling rather depressed.

Yue Guan was crystal clear that Bibi Dong wouldn't vent her anger on him, nor would she inflict any substantive punishment on him; at most, she would just intimidate him a little.

Yet Yue Guan truly disliked this high-pressure environment.

Working for Bibi Dong was simply too difficult.

After calming down a little longer, Bibi Dong's emotions finally settled.

She reclined sideways on the throne, massaging the space between her brows, and raised a hand to dismiss him.

"You may withdraw."

"Yes!"

Greatly relieved, Yue Guan hurried out of the Papal Hall.

Yet the very next moment after Yue Guan left the Papal Hall, Bibi Dong suddenly clutched her chest with one hand, the soul power within her body churning wildly as her surrounding aura fell into disorder.

She leaned against the throne, closing her eyes and taking quite a while to calm down before the soul power in her body finally returned to stillness.

I almost got taken advantage of.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes, the anger within them already vanished, replaced by extreme calmness.

Detestable Qian family, one day, I'll make all of you completely disappear from the continent.

Her physical condition wasn't good right now; she had to expend a massive amount of soul power to continuously supply her Divine Test.

She also had to constantly resist the malicious erosion during the Divine Test to prevent a mental breakdown.

On top of that, she had to guard against the twin martial souls' origins within her body eroding each other, which would worsen her internal injuries.

Even though her two martial souls shared the same origin, she didn't possess Tang San's fortuitous encounters, and her two martial souls were constantly eroding each other inside her body.

Moreover, the energy erupted by the overlapping of her two martial soul rings wasn't something her current body could endure.

Nowadays, she could only display one-tenth to two-tenths of her full strength.

After getting her physical condition under control, Bibi Dong let out a long, heavy breath.

I didn't expect that old bastard Qian Daoliu to actually dispatch two grand elders to guard the library.

It seems this suddenly appearing Qian Zong carries even more weight in Qian Daoliu's eyes than I anticipated.

Bibi Dong gazed toward the gates of the Papal Hall, her gaze gradually growing profound:

The Martial Soul Library, I must make a trip there.

Ever since the Martial Soul Library was established, Bibi Dong had planted many spies inside it, but she had never stepped foot inside herself.

She was the pope, after all, and her relationship with Qian Zong was far from good.

Going to the Martial Soul Library was undoubtedly an act of lowering her own status in her eyes.

Right now, however, she cast that thought aside.

Qian Zong's various decisions were far too audacious.

In the past, merely meddling with Spirit City's infrastructure and opening things like Mixue Bingcheng, fried chicken shops, and milk tea shops still fell within her tolerance.

Now, however, the other party had actually begun bypassing her to make decisions in public in the name of Spirit Hall.

If Qian Zong were allowed to continue running amok, another two months might see him dare to directly overturn the Papal Hall.

Seeing Qian Zong was a matter of extreme urgency.