Chapter 23: Bibi Dong's Hatred
"Come out!"
Bibi Dong's cold words, laced with a surge of soul power, echoed through the Pope's Palace.
As her words fell, an imposing, burly blond old man stepped out from behind a pillar, casting a large shadow. A faint image of a roaring golden crocodile could be seen on his body.
"I never thought the Second Honored One of the Spirit Hall would stoop to such tactics."
Bibi Dong's tone dripped with sarcasm and mockery as she saw the figure emerge.
Golden Crocodile Douluo glanced toward the Pope's Chair, ignoring her ridicule. In a low voice, he said, "Bibi Dong, don't forget to send some training supplies to Tiandou City."
His commanding tone caused dark purple waves to flash in Bibi Dong's eyes, her suppressed resentment almost tangible.
"Heh, what's this? Does that talented young lady also need such assistance?"
The Pope's scepter in her hand creaked slightly, betraying her barely contained anger.
Mentioning her daughter, who was on a mission in Tiandou City, reopened scars Bibi Dong had buried deep within.
Golden Crocodile Douluo gave her a deep look, then, as if he hadn't heard her, began walking slowly out of the hall.
"Bibi Dong, this isn't a request—it's a notice!"
"Also, the Chief Priest said the young fellow who offered the secret recipe deserves a great reward. We'll select a soul bone from the Spirit Hall's treasury."
"If that child reveals his thousand-year second ring in public, the Spirit Hall will step in to explain and mitigate any danger."
The more Bibi Dong listened, the angrier she became, her fury barely contained. What was she, the Pope, in their eyes?
Her papal robe fluttered as deathly soul power surged in the air. Murderous intent welled within her, urging her to strike down the man before her.
But she knew she was currently limited by the Rakshasa Divine Test and was no match for Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Taking several deep breaths, Bibi Dong suppressed the dark thoughts raging in her heart, her chest heaving.
As Golden Crocodile Douluo's figure retreated, she squeezed out a shrill cry, "I don't need you to tell me how to do my job. Get out! Get out!"
But Golden Crocodile Douluo, having delivered his message, used his soul power to soar out of the Pope's Palace, missing Bibi Dong's final roar.
Bang!
Bibi Dong hurled the Pope's scepter aside, scattering the neatly arranged files across the hall's floor.
Purple-black aura radiated from her, turning the once-bright hall into a vision of hell.
She knelt ungracefully, her snow-white skin now marred with purple-black veins, her pink-purple eyes glowing scarlet.
Two massive demon spider shadows flickered behind her, a resentful roar rising from her throat.
"Angel!!!"
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Behind the mountain, in the Hall of Worship.
The Hall of Worship was far less opulent than the Pope's Palace, but its historical charm surpassed any other building in Wuhun City.
Seven cushions were arranged in the main hall, divided by the angel statue in the center, with three on each side. Six figures currently sat there.
Golden Crocodile Douluo flew into the hall and bowed to the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged beneath the angel statue.
"Brother, I've informed Bibi Dong, but I can't guarantee she'll carry it out willingly."
Qian Daoliu, seated under the statue, opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully, "Golden Crocodile, we're family—let's skip the formalities."
"But you're right; it's a problem. Her relationship with her son is already strained, and she's capable of defying orders."
Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment before addressing the white-haired youth sitting first on the left.
"Old Five, go to the warehouse and fetch supplies for Xiaoxue in Tiandou City."
Guangling Douluo, youthful despite his age, stood up with a relieved expression. "No problem, Big Brother, I'll go now."
Qian Daoliu looked at Guangling's carefree demeanor with exasperation but understood that not everyone enjoyed meditative cultivation. He sighed and said, "You… fine, go. Give Xiaoxue my regards. Tell her if she's tired and doesn't want to continue, she can come back."
Guangling Douluo, already condensing ice crystal wings to fly toward the Spirit Hall warehouse, froze at Qian Daoliu's next words.
"One more thing."
"I have a piece of top-grade whale glue, over 50,000 years old. Take it to Xiaoxue."
Guangling Douluo turned, eyeing the whale glue Qian Daoliu retrieved from his soul guide with a strange look, as if to say, I didn't expect this from you, Brother. Still vigorous in your old age.
Qian Daoliu caught the implication, his face darkening. "This is from when Tang Chen and I were at sea. We encountered a pod of killer whales and took down their leader. We kept it as a memento."
"I just didn't expect it to be so useful now. Makes me want to hunt a few more."
Guangling Douluo absorbed the whale glue with his soul power, grinning. "Brother, no need to explain. I didn't say anything. Besides, with your vitality, you could still give Xiaoxue an uncle or aunt to strengthen the Angel Family."
Qian Daoliu's face darkened further. Unable to hold back, he gathered golden soul power in his palm and swung at Guangling Douluo.
Seeing this, Guangling's wings flared, transforming him into a blue-white streak of light. The speed of a peak Douluo made him vanish instantly, leaving only a faint voice in the hall.
"Brother, I'm off! I'll deliver the message to Xiaoxue!"
The remaining six in the hall smiled wryly, shaking their heads and sighing.
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Time passed swiftly.
In the Tiandou Empire, at the Prince's Palace.
The bright moon hung high, illuminating the courtyard's flora.
Despite it being midsummer, a layer of white frost inexplicably coated the ground, drawing immediate attention.
"Who's there!"
Two figures hidden in the darkness shouted in unison, sending a warning to those cultivating in the secret room.
"Elder Thornfish, Elder Snakespear, don't be nervous—it's me."
A white light bloomed, and Guangling Douluo appeared before them.
His extreme speed and elusive aura startled the two, but they relaxed upon recognizing his voice.
Thornfish Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo bowed slightly in respect. "Greetings, Fifth Offering!"
"No need for formalities. Is Xiaoxue cultivating?"
Before the two Titled Douluo could respond, the secret room's door opened.
"Grandpa Guang Ling, Xiaoxue is here."
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