An agreement with Bibi Dong

"Viewed across, a ridge; from the side, a peak, different from near or far, high or low. I could not see Mount Lu's true face, only because I stood within the mountain."

What had bewitched Sun Shan's newly opened eyes?

Mountains-two peaks rising abruptly from a vast plain.

When Sun Shan awoke, he was lying asleep across Bibi Dong's lap.

Their position was quite intimate.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Bibi Dong's bosom towering into the clouds.

Sun Shan instinctively stretched, and the outside of his arm seemed to sink into a soft wall of water.

Fragrant, soft, and inviting, it brimmed with a mature woman's allure.

"Ah!"

Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled. With a soft cry, her Soul Power instinctively burst outward, sending Sun Shan flying.

Sun Shan rolled all the way down the steps before the papal throne.

He only just stopped at the foot of the steps, lying motionless on the floor.

Bibi Dong immediately panicked.

Oh no, did I accidentally kill this little bastard?

No longer caring about her status as Pope, she stood and hurried over to heal Sun Shan.

Yet she found that Sun Shan was not only completely unharmed, but staring straight at her.

In Sun Shan's eyes,

Bibi Dong was tall and slender, dressed in a sumptuous gold-and-white gown studded with jewels of every color, dazzling to behold.

She wore a nine-colored purple-gold crown and held a scepter symbolizing the Pope's authority.

With every breath, waves rose and fell, making it impossible to look away.

Bibi Dong was naturally exceedingly beautiful.

Moreover, her beauty was utterly different from Hu Liena's seductive charm and Xiao Wu's adorably innocent appeal; hers was a grace in another dimension altogether.

Bibi Dong was like fine wine, growing richer and more fragrant with age.

Yet no one was drinking deeply from this bottle of fine wine. What a pity.

The more Sun Shan thought about it, the more absurd he found it.

Could such a beautiful, noble woman truly fall for someone like Gangzi?

Could this be the great hand of fate?

In Sun Shan's view, although Bibi Dong possessed formidable strength and had few rivals on the Douluo Continent,

when it came to romance, she was at most a novice, a love-addled fool with little experience.

Many girls in their adolescence could easily fall into the hands of a blond delinquent with one careless step.

Perhaps, at first, after being pestered by the blond delinquent long enough, they simply grew used to his face and developed a little affection.

But once their elders discovered the relationship and took a cudgel to the pair of mandarin ducks, things got out of hand.

That could easily trigger their rebellious streak.

As the saying went, the more she was forbidden from doing something, the more enthusiastically she did it.

If anyone was to blame for Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang's romance, it had to be Qian Xunji.

If Qian Xunji had not interfered, and had let Bibi Dong suffer a little with Gangzi and take a vicious beating from reality, her lovesick delusions would have faded.

It was precisely because Qian Xunji had forcibly stopped them that what Bibi Dong could not have forever stirred restlessly within her.

A young girl yearning for love had endlessly idealized her first love, leading to the outcome today.

At its root, it was actually a psychological illness.

Otherwise, how could Bibi Dong possibly think anything of Grandmaster?

Under such scrutiny, Bibi Dong was naturally both embarrassed and angry, cursing inwardly.

This fellow already has Nana by his side, yet he still isn't satisfied. He's standing here indulging in wild fantasies. He's simply asking for a beating!

But then Bibi Dong suddenly reconsidered.

With a mere four-ring cultivation, this fellow had escaped unscathed from a Titled Douluo-level expert.

Especially a Soul Master as ferocious in battle as Tang Hao-he must be hiding some extraordinary secret.

If he could be put to my use...

Although Bibi Dong had held the exalted position of Pope of Spirit Hall for years, not everything within Spirit Hall was under her control.

The forces within Spirit Hall were broadly divided into two factions. One was led by Bibi Dong, with its principal members including her direct disciple Hu Liena,

as well as Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, and others.

Although Bibi Dong had quite a few Titled Douluo-level Soul Masters under her command, she was still far short on top-tier fighting strength.

One portion of Spirit Hall's true top-tier fighting strength consisted of the Seven Great Enshrined, headed by the Worship Hall.

All of them were Titled Douluo above level 95!

The other portion was the Nine Direct-Line Elders.

These people outwardly followed the Pope's arrangements, but very few were truly loyal to Bibi Dong.

Most were people who complied to her face and defied her behind her back.

The only person they had ever truly obeyed was the rumored Great Enshrined who rarely appeared-the level 99 Limit Douluo, Qian Daoliu!

This left Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall's nominal Pope, severely hamstrung in her actions.

She urgently wanted to cultivate a force of her own.

Bibi Dong restrained her impatience and tempted him.

"Little fellow, I can take you as my direct disciple and make you Spirit Hall's Holy Son, enjoying an exalted position beneath one and above ten thousand!"

Sun Shan chuckled.

"Oh, I'm very rebellious. If I end up butting against my teacher, wouldn't Your Holiness consider me a treacherous disciple who assaults his master?"

Bibi Dong's brows knitted tightly as she cursed inwardly.

If this bastard weren't Nana's sweetheart, I'd throw him into a secret chamber and thoroughly correct his faults!

"Sun Shan, pledge your loyalty to me. Whatever you want, everything is negotiable!"

Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, her right hand tightening again and again around her scepter.

Inside Spirit Hall, the temperature abruptly dropped several degrees, and the atmosphere became terrifyingly cold.

"I want you!" Sun Shan spoke his heart plainly.

"?"

Bibi Dong froze, as though she had heard a joke.

Unhurriedly, she returned to the papal throne and sat down.

Leaning forward slightly, she rested her cheek on one hand and looked the outrageously lustful fellow before her up and down with her beautiful eyes.

She suddenly burst into a chuckle, setting waves rolling across her chest.

"You little imp, you don't even blush when you spout nonsense. I agree."

"Help me unite all the factions within Spirit Hall, and I'll be yours to do with as you please. How about that?"

Bibi Dong readily agreed to this arrangement.

The reason was very simple: no matter how mature the fellow before her acted,

judging by his age, he was nothing more than a brat who had yet to grow a full set of hair.

Boys always liked to say ridiculous things when they were young.

One day they wanted to marry this pretty auntie, and the next they had fallen for that pretty older sister.

Once they grew up, they would forget all that nonsense.

Thinking this, Bibi Dong extended her fair, slender thumb and forefinger, making a pinching gesture.

The gesture was deeply insulting.

"Little fellow, wait until you're a little older. Your teacher will be watching to see just how you butt against me."

At her age, having been lonely for so long, Bibi Dong paid no mind to Sun Shan's outrageous words.

They were only a child's babblings. She would treat this agreement as nothing more than teasing a child for fun.

Sun Shan was furious, stamping his feet in anger.

"As a man, I've really been underestimated! You hateful, wicked woman. Hmph, once I'm a little older, I'll make you beg for mercy beneath my hands."

"Once I'm enjoying myself, I'll show you what it means to call you Pope in public and make the Pope cry out in private!"

The next day.

Bibi Dong summoned the key figures of Spirit Hall and solemnly announced before them,

"From now on, Sun Shan will be Spirit Hall's Holy Son. I hope you will all give him your attention!"

Her words were a stone that stirred a thousand waves.

Hu Liena was naturally delighted. Since she was the Holy Maiden, the two of them were now a perfect pairing of pearl and jade.

Only the Elder Hall and the Worship Hall remained ambiguous in their attitudes.

Deep within the shadows of Spirit Hall.

A woman in a golden court gown, with long, brilliant golden hair and holy radiance emanating from her entire body, chuckled softly.

"Mother, I won't let you have your way..."