One Year Later – Spirit Hall
In a luxurious office inside the Pope's Palace, Ye Feng sat comfortably on the sofa.
"Good news," a messenger announced, "The leader of the Strength Clan, Tai Tan, has successfully persuaded the leader of the Defense Clan, Niu Gao. Niu Gao has agreed to come to Spirit Hall to discuss the establishment of the United Nations."
"Good news. Under the persuasion of the Strength Clan's Chief Tai Tan and the Defense Clan's Chief Niu Gao, the Speed Clan's Chief Bai He also agreed to form the United Nations. They will depart for Spirit City soon to discuss its formation."
"Good news. The leaders of the Strength Clan—Tai Tan, the Speed Clan—Bai He, and the Defense Clan—Niu Gao, spent three days and three nights persuading the Medicine Hall Clan's leader, Yang Wudi. Finally, Yang Wudi agreed to the proposal. The four major affiliated sects of the former Clear Sky Sect will leave from Longxing City to Spirit City on June 15, Year 6892 of the Pan-Continental Calendar, to formally discuss the formation of the United Nations."
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"Good news. Skywater Academy and the Shui family of spirit masters have accepted our Spirit Hall's invitation."
"Good news. Shrek Academy has accepted our Spirit Hall's invitation."
"Good news. Blazing Fire Academy and the Huo family have accepted our invitation."
"Good news. Godwind Academy has also accepted our Spirit Hall's invitation."
…
Over the course of a month, waves of good news continued pouring into Ye Feng's office.
Bibi Dong stood up, her voice filled with excitement. "More than 90% of the spirit master world already supports establishing the United Nations. Together, we shall build a capitalist society."
"Among the top three sects, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan have also voiced support for forming a capitalist society. The four lower Clan have always depended on Spirit Hall and follow our lead," Ye Feng replied. "Now, only the Clear Sky Sect, a few spirit master academies, and some scattered spirit master families remain unaligned."
"There are still the two empires—the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire," Qian Renxue chimed in. "If we proceed with this reform, we'll overthrow them. Based on what I know about Emperor Xue Ye, he won't agree."
"That's not up to him," Ye Feng said with a confident smile.
"Why?" Qian Renxue asked, raising a brow.
"Dong'er, explain it to your daughter," Ye Feng said with a sly grin as he looked at Bibi Dong.
"Because the people won't agree," Bibi Dong answered calmly.
"The people?" Qian Renxue frowned slightly, not quite understanding.
"In the two years you spent in the City of Slaughter, Spirit Hall made preparations," Bibi Dong explained. "We organized a hundred theater troupes, all with one mission—to perform across every corner of the continent. Their plays depict how nobles mistreat the common folk—stories of families torn apart by noble oppression, lovers driven to suicide, and so on. We exaggerated the stories and turned them into tearjerking dramas. Ye Feng calls this phase the enlightenment of the people."
"You're provoking the nobles. Won't they or the royal families of the two empires try to stop you?" Qian Renxue asked.
"Of course they will. But have you forgotten? Spirit Hall's influence reaches even the villages. With our spirit masters and the Palace Guardian Knights offering protection, who would dare stop us? Unless the two empires want to go to war with Spirit Hall," Bibi Dong responded with a serene smile.
Qian Renxue was speechless.
If Spirit Hall didn't declare war, the two empires would practically thank the heavens. For something like this, they'd surely turn a blind eye.
Moreover, neither empire truly understood what a capitalist society even meant. Emperor Xue Ye and Emperor Dai Aotian had no clue what Spirit Hall was really plotting.
(TL: Emperor Dai Aotian is a fictional character introduced by the author. The real Emperor of Star Luo Empire is unknown)
"Even if the people are enlightened, the royal families and especially those nobles with hereditary lands won't support this capitalist shift," Qian Renxue added, still doubtful.
"You've wasted your time pretending to be Xue Qinghe," Bibi Dong said. "Let me ask you—what is the most important thing in any country?"
"The people," Qian Renxue answered without hesitation.
"Exactly. Now let me tell you the truth. The two empires are already in chaos. Under our Spirit Hall's influence, strikes have broken out across various regions. Students from major cities are protesting and marching, demanding constitutional monarchy. Let's see how long Xue Ye and Dai Aotian can last," Bibi Dong said proudly. She turned toward Ye Feng and gave a ninety-degree bow.
"Dong'er, what are you doing?" Ye Feng asked with surprise.
"Thank you, Ye Feng. I'm finally going to realize my dream. I've destroyed the feudal system I've always loathed. Now, the voices of the weak will be heard. It may not be perfect, but it's closer to perfection than anything we've had before," Bibi Dong said sincerely. She turned to glance at her daughter, Qian Renxue.
Because of Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong had once become a secretive Douluo, living in the shadows and enduring darkness. Back then, she swore to destroy the world she despised and tear apart the Qian family's legacy.
Now, with Ye Feng's help, she'd done it. The world remained intact, but the feudal system would vanish from the Douluo Continent. As for dismantling the Qian family, that she could never truly do—after all, her daughter carried Qian blood, and that couldn't be changed.
Now that her dream had come this far, Bibi Dong felt content.
"What are you thanking me for?" Ye Feng said casually. "I told you I'd help, and I did. But if you're feeling grateful… why don't you serve me tonight?"
"What do you mean?" Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes at him.
"Serve me like I served you in the City of Slaughter," Ye Feng replied with a mischievous grin.
"Huh? Using that…" Bibi Dong was stunned. Her eyes dulled for a moment as her hand brushed over her lips in surprise.
Qian Renxue stood frozen.
Ye Feng nodded seriously.
Qian Renxue blushed as she glanced at her mother, then back at Ye Feng—the man who had left such a deep impression on her. She muttered coldly, "I can't stand you."
Unable to stay any longer, Qian Renxue turned and left the room.
"Xue'er, where are you going?" Ye Feng called out.
"Giving you two some private time," Qian Renxue shot back.
"Get ready. You're coming with me to Sea God Island tomorrow," Ye Feng said.
Whether she heard him or not, Qian Renxue walked off without replying. She waved a hand, closing the door behind her.
"Alright, Dong'er, let's get started," Ye Feng said with a smile.
"Here?" Bibi Dong looked at him, slightly dazed.
"Where else?" Ye Feng chuckled and reached out to pinch her nose.
"But Xue'er seems emotional…" Bibi Dong hesitated.
"She's grown up. It's normal for her to have feelings. Let's go. I'm leaving Spirit Hall tomorrow. If you want to see me again, it might take a year or two," Ye Feng reminded.
"You're in such a hurry? Leaving before the first meeting even begins?" Bibi Dong asked reluctantly.
"With support from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, and the four single-attribute Clan, the royal families of Heaven Dou and Star Luo are just grasshoppers after autumn. They won't last long. Like it or not, constitutional monarchy is coming. If something happens, Uncle Ning will back you, and my master Chen Xin is around too.
"There's not much else I can do here. Now, let's start," Ye Feng said calmly as he sat on a nearby chair, crossing one leg over the other. His tone was composed, but his eyes lingered on Bibi Dong—her figure as graceful and dangerous as ever.
"Um… bring me a basin of water first!" Bibi Dong said, flustered. A rare blush colored her cheeks, her violet eyes avoiding his. The sheer embarrassment in her voice hinted at what she was preparing to do. Even she—the Supreme Pontiff—wasn't immune to awkward tension.
Ye Feng raised a brow, amused, but signaled for a servant to leave them. The chamber doors shut softly, locking the world out. Only the dim candlelight of Spirit Hall flickered between them.
As the water arrived, she knelt down, her fingers trembling slightly as she dipped a cloth in the basin, pretending to wash his hands. But they both knew this wasn't just ritual. It was foreplay. Her hands paused, then moved to the belt of his robe.
"…Do you really want this?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Ye Feng leaned forward, fingers brushing her cheek. "I do."
She exhaled slowly and lowered herself between his legs. The cloth fell away.
Gently, she pulled down his waistband, revealing his already hard cock, standing tall and pulsing with heat. She hesitated—just for a moment—then leaned in and pressed her lips to the base.
Ye Feng groaned softly, his fingers tightening on the armrests.
Her tongue flicked out, teasing the underside of the shaft, licking from the base to the tip before taking him into her mouth inch by inch. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked gently, her pace slow, careful. She glanced up at him through her lashes, and the sight nearly broke him.
"Bibi Dong…" he growled, his control slipping. "You're playing with fire."
She didn't stop. If anything, she went deeper, her lips wrapped tightly around his length, tongue swirling at the tip. Her moans sent vibrations through him, driving his lust higher with every passing second.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Ye Feng stood up suddenly, grabbing her shoulders. In one swift motion, he yanked her dress—ripping the fine silk like paper—exposing her creamy skin and generous chest. Bibi Dong gasped, surprised, but before she could speak, he kissed her hard, his hunger completely unleashed.
"You tempted me," he whispered against her lips. "Now I'll take everything."
He pushed her onto the velvet-cushioned prayer platform in the corner of the chamber, her legs spread beneath his hands, her body bared to him under the holy light of Spirit Hall.
"Ye Feng… someone could walk in—"
"Let them," he growled, his hands running down the length of her thighs, spreading her open. "They'll know exactly who you belong to."
Her heart raced. As the Supreme Pontiff, she commanded respect from all—but right now, she had none of that power. Only the heat between them remained.
Ye Feng leaned down, kissing her collarbone, then lower, tracing the curves of her chest before sucking gently on her nipples. Her moan echoed softly through the hall, her fingers curling into his hair.
"You're soaked already," he whispered as his hand found her dripping entrance. He ran two fingers through her folds, teasing her, rubbing slow circles. "Were you this turned on… just from sucking my cock?"
She bit her lip, refusing to answer—but her body betrayed her, hips grinding against his hand.
With a low, primal growl, Ye Feng lined up and pushed the tip of his cock against her entrance.
"No teasing this time," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Fuck me."
He obeyed.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat. Bibi Dong gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist as her nails clawed into his back. He began to move, slow and deep, then faster—each thrust hard enough to shake the platform beneath them.
She arched her back, meeting every movement with her own, their bodies slamming together again and again.
"F-Faster!" she cried, her voice hoarse. "Don't stop—!"
Ye Feng grabbed her thighs, pushing them back, hitting deeper, his rhythm relentless. The sounds of their bodies colliding, the squelch of wet flesh, and her soft cries echoed off the sacred walls.
"Say my name," he growled, thrusting harder. "Let the whole Spirit Hall hear it."
"Y-Ye Feng!" she screamed, completely lost in ecstasy. "I'm gonna… I'm—!"
Her release hit like lightning. She shook beneath him, her inner walls spasming as she came hard, clenching him tightly. He wasn't far behind—just a few more thrusts before he slammed deep one last time and released inside her, filling her with warmth.
They lay tangled together in the aftermath, chests heaving, the scent of sin lingering in the air of the holy temple.
Ye Feng kissed her shoulder, still buried inside her. "That was dangerous."
Bibi Dong smirked, eyes half-lidded. "Then why does it feel so good?"
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