Chapter 4: Divorce
The boy who was once seen as the dazzling pride of an era—
He had willingly dulled his brilliance, just to stand behind her.
For her.
How deep must his love have been?
Bibi Dong dared not think too deeply about it.
But when she looked into Qin Chuan's cold and indifferent eyes, her heart ached uncontrollably.
People are often like this—
They take what they have for granted, only realizing its value when it's about to slip through their fingers.
Only then do they understand how rare and difficult it was to attain.
"You say you've never let me down?"
Qin Chuan's voice was steady, but his eyes were filled with restrained pain.
"But you care far more about that loser than you do about me—your husband."
"We've been married for more than ten years, and you refused to consummate the marriage."
"I could wait. I was willing to understand. But now I see… you were keeping your chastity for him."
"Bibi Dong."
"What kind of situation have you placed me, your husband, in?"
"Am I, Qin Chuan, so lowly? A dog licker who deserves your contempt?"
At the end, his voice broke into a roar.
Bibi Dong's delicate frame trembled.
She looked up at his composed expression, but her heart was in chaos—panicked, guilty.
She had never truly considered…
That Qin Chuan had borne so much resentment in silence.
She always acted on impulse, never bothering to think how others might feel.
After years of ruling as Pope, she had long ceased caring for anyone's opinion.
As long as she was excited, she would act.
As long as she thought it was worth it, she would do it.
She had never truly considered what it meant to be Qin Chuan's wife.
Or perhaps…
She had considered it, but simply never cared.
After all, she thought—he was just a dog licker.
Who would care what he thought?
"Enough," Qin Chuan said coldly, his voice cutting like a blade.
"Let's just divorce."
With a flick of his sleeves, it was as if he were shaking off something filthy and repulsive.
"For more than ten years, we've been like guests under one roof. It's time we go our separate ways."
"You can go back to being the revered Pope of Spirit Hall."
"As for me—after today, I will leave Spirit Hall. From now on, we owe each other nothing."
Without another word, he turned and walked out of the Pope's Hall.
Behind him, Bibi Dong's voice rang out in anguish.
"Qin Chuan! Am I really so untrustworthy?!"
But he didn't stop.
He didn't look back.
There was something he had never said aloud—
Once trust is broken, there is no going back.
Once unfaithful, never again.
—
On the way down the grand hallway, Qin Chuan passed by Ju Douluo Yue Guan, who was rushing forward in haste.
Ju Douluo instinctively bowed low.
"Grand Elder."
Qin Chuan hesitated slightly, then gave a brief response.
"Mm."
He didn't stop. His tone was flat, almost indifferent.
Ju Douluo didn't take it to heart—Qin Chuan had always been proud and distant.
As the two passed each other, Ju Douluo picked up his pace toward the Pope's Hall.
"Reporting to the Pope…"
He had barely spoken when—
"GET OUT!"
A hysterical shriek burst from within the Pope's Hall.
Ju Douluo froze, his face twitching. He dared not say another word and quickly turned to leave.
—
No one knew how long time passed.
Eventually, a figure emerged from the Pope's Hall.
Bibi Dong's robes were still perfectly arranged, her Nine-Curved Flowing Cloud Crown meticulously in place.
But her eyes were lifeless.
She lifted her gaze to the sky.
The azure heavens were vast, with clouds rolling gently above, a magnificent view.
Yet in her heart, all was hollow.
There were no stars, no warm moonlight, no gentle reflections in the river to shine upon Dong'er.
—
Qin Chuan did not return to their bedroom.
Instead, he ascended Wuhun Mountain—
Toward the Douluo Palace.
The grand palace stood tall and solemn, ancient yet awe-inspiring. It was the symbol of absolute authority.
Because of this palace, Wuhun City had become a sacred place in the eyes of soul masters across the continent.
However, few knew the secret of the lonely cottage not far from the palace.
That modest little cottage was Qin Chuan's true home.
Not the cold, ceremonial room behind the Pope's Hall.
He had lived here for years, long before marrying Bibi Dong.
And as for why he was allowed to reside so close to the Douluo Palace—
That tied back to his origins.
Qin Chuan was an orphan.
No parents. No known relatives.
The day he was found, the sky had lit up with divine radiance. He was discovered in a cradle, bathed in holy light, as if he had fallen from the heavens.
Qian Daoliu had called him the Son of God.
Overjoyed, the elder had taken him in.
Though Qin Chuan was officially the disciple of Qian Xunji, it was Qian Daoliu himself—
The hidden master of the Douluo Palace—
Who personally taught him.
[Note: Qian Daoliu, as Lord of Douluo Palace, was naturally qualified to reside in the palace.]
"Wow. So dusty."
Qin Chuan muttered as he opened the door.
The air inside was musty and damp, reeking of old wood and decay.
With a hum, his soul power surged out, sweeping away the grime.
"Guess I'll stay here tonight."
He kept murmuring to himself as he used his soul power to clean the room efficiently.
After that confrontation, there was no way he was going back to Bibi Dong.
Even before, though they shared the same bed, their dreams had never once aligned.
Now that they were truly separated, there was no discomfort.
The dust settled, and night had fallen.
Outside, moonlight shimmered down as stars lit up the sky.
But Qin Chuan couldn't sleep.
He leapt lightly onto the rooftop and lay down, arms behind his head, gazing at the stars above.
Memories from the past ten years floated to the surface.
"…It really wasn't worth it."
He sighed.
"Dogs who lick boots deserve bad endings. I was asking to be betrayed."
But suddenly, his eyes narrowed.
"No."
His voice turned cold, gritted with fury.
"I was cheated on. Even if I was the one who filed for divorce, I can't just let it go."
"That trash—he must pay the price."
A murderous aura flashed in his eyes.
He had transmigrated into the world of Douluo Dalu, yet had never considered Tang San and his companions as enemies.
After all, there had been no direct conflict.
He had confidence.
As long as he was present, those 'protagonists' couldn't stir any great waves.
So he ignored them.
But now…
The gears of fate's original script had rolled over him all the same.
If death was what they sought—
He would grant it to them!
—
At the same time.
Inside the Douluo Palace—
An old man dressed in grey stood silently, his silver hair meticulously combed.
He stood tall, overlooking the vast land below.
No one knew what he was thinking.
Behind him, Qianjun Douluo stepped forward and spoke with respectful calm:
"Great Priest, the news has been confirmed. There was indeed a serious argument in the Pope's Hall today."
That old man—was none other than Qian Daoliu, the top-ranking priest, and Qin Chuan's real master.
"Was it the Great Elder, Qin Chuan, who argued with the Pope?"
Qian Daoliu asked, his tone deep.
"Yes," Qianjun Douluo nodded.
"It appears that… the Great Elder has formally requested a divorce."