Qian Xunji's Vicious Plan

Inside the Pope's Great Hall.

"What?!"

"You're saying Xu Feng is that little boy who looks only two years old? And he's living with Bibi Dong? And they're always hugging and cuddling?"

After hearing Gui Mei's report, Qian Xunji's expression darkened. "Then have you found out exactly what they did inside the Saintess's bedchamber?"

At that moment, the more Qian Xunji thought about it, the more horrifying it became.

A teenage boy had turned into a small child, slipped into the Saintess's bedchamber, and moved in with the Saintess, whose status in all of Spirit Hall was second only to the Pope's.

A man and a woman alone together-what kind of propriety was that?

It would have been inappropriate even if that fellow really were a child. Besides, that bastard Xu Feng wasn't a child at all. He was an adult turned into a child, and mentally, he counted as an adult.

Crack! Crack!

Qian Xunji inexplicably clenched his fists, his bones grinding together with explosive cracks as his chest heaved violently.

He had originally been quite composed, but if there was one thing that could suddenly shatter his composure, it was most likely... being cuckolded.

"Your Holiness, I feared Her Holiness the Saintess would notice, so I didn't get too close. As such, I haven't determined what they did inside."

Yue Guan offered a frightened explanation. Perhaps afraid of being punished for his incompetence, he hurriedly added, "However, according to my investigation, Xu Feng seems to have truly become a child. Both his body and his mind are indistinguishable from a child's."

"So Her Holiness the Saintess mainly brought Xu Feng back to her bedchamber to look after his condition. They probably haven't done anything improper."

"Probably?"

Qian Xunji looked at Yue Guan, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I don't want to hear answers like 'probably.' You had better get to the bottom of this as soon as possible. Otherwise, hmph..."

Sensing the unmistakable warning, Yue Guan was so frightened that he hurriedly dropped to his knees, his voice trembling. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll investigate immediately."

"What are you standing around for? Get out!"

"Yes, Your Holiness."

Gui Mei left in a frantic hurry.

In the seat of honor, Qian Xunji rested his forehead in his hand, his expression exceedingly grim.

"Dong'er..."

"You had better not do anything to betray me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Previously, before Xu Feng had taken on a child's appearance, he had been hopelessly lazy and merely lazed around in his own pavilion. That could be tolerated. After all, Xu Feng had no effect on either the "childbearing plan" or the "plan to appoint a papal consort."

But now, whenever he thought of how a mere piece of trash like Xu Feng was actually living with Bibi Dong, frequently hugging and cuddling with her, how could Qian Xunji tolerate it?

What he wanted was a Bibi Dong who had never been touched by a man-a pure, flawless, clean, perfect Bibi Dong who belonged to him alone.

"Damn it..."

"Why did Dong'er bring that piece of trash into the Saintess's bedchamber?"

The more Qian Xunji thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he felt he had lost out.

The Saintess's bedchamber was a residence only women could enter. Even as Pope, he had hardly ever been inside, while elders such as Yue Guan and Gui Mei could only wait outside.

Yet Xu Feng had gotten inside effortlessly, and had even been fucking carried in with affection.

Over the next few days.

Bibi Dong and Xu Feng became Gui Mei and Yue Guan's primary surveillance targets. Whenever the two left the Saintess's bedchamber, they almost never escaped Gui Mei and Yue Guan's sight.

Things had been fine before the surveillance, but after watching them for several days, Yue Guan and Gui Mei actually grew somewhat frightened. They no longer dared to truthfully report what they had observed to His Holiness the Pope.

For no other reason than that every single thing they had feared most had fucking come true.

For instance...

"Did Xu Feng really have the mind of a child?"

Like hell he did.

The two of them had hidden in the shadows, and even Bibi Dong hadn't noticed them, yet that fellow Xu Feng had nearly discovered them. Changing hiding spots several times hadn't helped, and in the end, they could only retreat farther away to keep watch.

"This is downright uncanny."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei were on the verge of breaking down. They simply couldn't understand how that bastard Xu Feng had detected them.

There was another question...

"Had Her Holiness the Saintess and Xu Feng done anything improper in the bedchamber?"

Had they?

They should fucking turn that question around.

Was there anything they hadn't done?

After so many days of surveillance, Yue Guan and Gui Mei had already figured it out...

Every night, Bibi Dong and Xu Feng were practically glued together. Whether eating, sleeping, bathing, or changing clothes, they stayed in the same place.

Of course, Yue Guan and Gui Mei hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes. They had discovered it by piecing together various clues.

For instance, after Her Holiness the Saintess left her bedchamber, one of them would follow her while the other sneaked inside, allowing them to investigate Bibi Dong's and Xu Feng's current situations simultaneously.

They also coordinated with some undercover maids His Holiness the Pope had planted inside the bedchamber.

With that, it was quite simple to find out what Bibi Dong and Xu Feng were doing inside.

But then came another fucking problem.

How were they supposed to report these findings to His Holiness the Pope?

At that moment, Yue Guan and Gui Mei had just finished their surveillance and were preparing to return to the Pope's Great Hall to report. But when they reached a spot not far from the hall, Yue Guan stepped in front of Gui Mei.

"Old Ghost..."

"Do you think we should tell the truth this time?"

At Yue Guan's question, Gui Mei hesitated.

Indeed.

Should they report the truth or not?

Recalling what had happened after their reports over the past few days, they had either been reprimanded by His Holiness the Pope or cowed by his oppressive aura. In short, they seemed to have become his punching bags.

If they told His Holiness the Pope that his disciple was involved in something shady with another man, wouldn't he explode with rage? And if he exploded, the two of them would explode right along with him.

"Forget it, forget it. We'd better report the truth. Otherwise, if he discovers we withheld information, His Holiness's punishment will be even worse."

Gui Mei answered after careful consideration.

"True. If we report honestly, no matter how angry His Holiness gets, the most he'll do is scold us a little. After all, we're both Titled Douluo, and Titled Douluo capable of using a Martial Soul Fusion Skill at that. His Holiness wouldn't disregard us to that extent."

Yue Guan could only console himself with those words. The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and his confidence actually grew considerably. Smiling at Gui Mei, he added, "It's not as though His Holiness would actually attack us, right?"

"Yes, exactly."

"We've been worrying too much."

Gui Mei was persuaded as well, and his confidence grew considerably too.

"Come on. Let's go see the Pope."

"Let's go."

Then the two walked shoulder to shoulder toward the Pope's Great Hall.

At that moment, they actually exuded the bearing of mighty experts.

Anyone who didn't know better might have thought two of the Elder Hall's Revered Elders had emerged from seclusion.

And so, a moment later...

Boom!

A fierce golden light erupted inside the Pope's Great Hall, carrying the sacred power of angelic evolution.

Whoosh!

An incomparably towering Angel Phantom appeared above the hall, pouring down unparalleled pressure.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Your Holiness, we were wrong! Please spare us!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Your Holiness, please stop! We won't dare do it again!"

Inside the hall, dull impacts rang out without end, quite rhythmically, accompanied by overlapping wails and pleas for mercy, every sound clear to the ear.

"Hmph..."

"A chrysanthemum."

"A little ghost."

"You dare put on airs before me? I see you're courting death."

As Qian Xunji's cold snort fell, the main doors of the Pope's Great Hall were blasted open with a boom, and two sounds shot out like cannonballs before crashing heavily to the ground.

"I order you two to complete the task I just assigned you within one day. Otherwise, hmph..."

An even more imperious and overbearing rebuke rang out from the hall. Everyone within a thousand meters who heard it shuddered, feeling the profound fury within it.

As his words ended, the hall's main doors slammed shut with a boom. The Angel Phantom above the hall dispersed along with it, and the pressure, like the descent of the Angel God, gradually weakened, allowing the many guards nearby to breathe small sighs of relief.

"Hiss..."

"I never imagined His Holiness really would attack us, and without holding back at all. He didn't spare us any dignity..."

Elsewhere, Yue Guan and Gui Mei helped each other to their feet. They had been beaten so badly that their noses were bruised and their faces swollen; even their own fucking mothers wouldn't have recognized them.

"Old Ghost, are you all right?"

Yue Guan looked at Gui Mei with some concern.

His Holiness the Pope's Martial Soul was the Six-Winged Angel, which possessed a sacred purifying light that strongly countered Gui Mei's dark Martial Soul. During that savage beating just now, Gui Mei had probably suffered internal injuries.

"My good brother, worry about yourself first. You're fucking bleeding back there." Gui Mei pointed at Yue Guan's backside, finding it somewhat unbearable to look.

"What do you mean?" Yue Guan froze, then glanced at his backside. He immediately turned pale with horror, most of the color draining from his face.

"Oh~"

"No!!!"

"How could thith happen?!"

Yue Guan instantly shrieked as though he had lost his soul, his face twisting.

"Hiss..."

"Could it be..."

Suddenly, Yue Guan remembered. When His Holiness the Pope had been pounding him earlier, it seemed... his chrysanthemum had taken a pounding.

Ahem, primarily his Martial Soul.

"It seems injuries to a Martial Soul are directly reflected on the body." Yue Guan reached his conclusion.

"All right, all right. Let's hurry and recover from our injuries, then carry out His Holiness's orders as soon as possible. Otherwise, we're both done for."

Beside him, Gui Mei, who had recovered slightly from his injuries, offered a reminder.

According to His Holiness the Pope's instructions just now, the two of them had to bring that brat Xu Feng here within one day, without alerting Bibi Dong.

Although they didn't know what His Holiness the Pope intended to do, they could guess some of it. Most likely, he planned to vent his anger on that brat Xu Feng.

After all, Her Holiness the Saintess was His Holiness the Pope's most valued disciple. A trash Soul Master who hadn't even broken through level 20 in eight years dared to live with her, carrying on all sorts of lovey-dovey antics without any propriety or restraint. It would have been strange if His Holiness the Pope hadn't flown into a rage.

However, what Yue Guan and Gui Mei didn't know was that Qian Xunji didn't merely want to vent his anger on Xu Feng.

Most importantly, Qian Xunji planned to secretly capture Xu Feng and use him to threaten Bibi Dong, making her become the papal consort and carry on the Angel Clan's lineage for him by giving birth to descendants capable of receiving the Angel God's inheritance.

I'm a little stuck tonight, so there's only one chapter. Sorry.

But please allow me to defend myself a little. Although there's one fewer update, your author hasn't spent any less time writing; I just couldn't get the words out. Even without merit, there's still hard work, so asking for a recommendation vote isn't too much, right?

(End of chapter)