Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 142 Martial Soul City, Bibi Dong and Hu Liena

Ten days later, outside Wuhun City.

An elegant yet luxurious carriage slowly approached Wuhun City.

"Is this Wuhun City?"

Inside the car, Dai Chengfeng peered curiously through the window at the most renowned city on the Douluo Continent.

Wuhun City is quite different from ordinary cities. Because it was built around the Six-Winged Mountain, the entire city has a regular hexagonal shape.

The city wall, which is about forty meters high, resembles a giant dragon, majestically encircling the entire city.

On each wall, there is a huge relief carving, which is exactly the same as the pattern on the Spirit Hall token.

They each symbolize one of six incredibly powerful martial spirits, inspiring awe and vividness.

On the city walls, there were not soldiers, but Soul Masters patrolling.

They were dressed in special uniforms made by the Spirit Hall, and their expressions were cold and stern.

"Your Highness Dai Chengfeng, Wuhun City is quite prosperous, isn't it?"

Sitting in the carriage, Yue Guan heard Dai Chengfeng's sigh and asked softly with a sinister smile on her face.

Dai Chengfeng nodded, "Prosperous!"

"As expected of the most prosperous and populous city on the Douluo Continent, it is a treasure land that merchants flock to and compete to gather in, far surpassing Tiandou City and Xingluo City."

Hearing Dai Chengfeng's praise, Yue Guan nodded slightly in satisfaction.

But after a short while, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he finally couldn't help but speak:

"So, you're just going to come to Wuhun City with us like this?"

"if not?"

Dai Chengfeng, who was admiring the scenery of Wuhun City, heard Yue Guan's question, lowered the carriage curtain, and looked at Yue Guan.

"I thought you'd do something weird on the way, at least try to run away, right?"

Yue Guan murmured to the chrysanthemum in her hand, "But your cooperation makes Gui Mei and me feel so unfulfilled~"

"Are you so sure you won't run into trouble coming to Wuhun City?"

At this moment, the slightly deep voice of the driver, Ghost, came from outside, seemingly also curious about what Dai Chengfeng was thinking.

"You should know that you ruined His Holiness the Pope's plans in Wu'an City. Aren't you afraid that His Holiness the Pope will take his anger out on you?"

"Fear? How could I not be afraid..."

Dai Chengfeng still wore a faint smile, but his gaze returned to the outside of the carriage, and he sighed softly:
"The people coming and going on the road are mostly Soul Masters. No wonder it's the headquarters of the Spirit Hall!"

"You kid..."

Looking at Dai Chengfeng, who claimed to be terrified but appeared relaxed and seemingly unconcerned about incurring the Pope's wrath, Gui Mei and Yue Guan felt somewhat helpless.

"I really don't know where you get the confidence to be so self-assured..."

Am I confident?
Dai Chengfeng smiled, his confidence stemming from having read the original work and understanding Bibi Dong.

On the entire Douluo Continent, probably no one understands Bibi Dong as well as Dai Chengfeng, not even Yu Xiaogang, Hu Liena, and Qian Renxue.

After all, what they saw was only the most glamorous and beautiful part of Bibi Dong.

As for the paid viewing portion of the escape room, they knew nothing about it.

Yes, Dai Chengfeng understands!
'And even if my guess is wrong, I still have a backup plan...'

'Little angel, Qian Renxue!'

Dai Chengfeng didn't believe that Qian Renxue would be indifferent after hearing that he had been taken to the Spirit Hall, after all, Qian Renxue admired him enough and had always wanted to subdue him.

In addition, there was her incredibly complex feeling towards Bibi Dong...

'It's just a pity that my little angel is far away in Tiandou and can't come back, but I hope she can write a letter and ask Qian Daoliu to intervene and save me.'

'Next time we meet, I'll definitely thank you properly!'

Soon, the carriage slowly drove into the city gate.

The streets of Wuhun City are wide and clean, and the buildings on both sides have different styles, but they all exude an atmosphere of majesty and luxury.

The shops lining the street were numerous and varied, selling all sorts of items needed by Soul Masters...

From incomparably precious soul tools to all sorts of rare and precious natural treasures, there was something for everyone, a dazzling array. "If Martial Soul City is this prosperous, I wonder what the Papal Palace is like?"
Yue Guan glanced at Dai Chengfeng and said with a light laugh, "The Papal Palace is the sacred ground of the Spirit Hall. Its magnificent scenery cannot be described in just a few words."

"You'll understand when you see it for yourself."

"However, what you should be worrying about now is how to...survive in front of His Holiness the Pope."

As they spoke, the carriage had already passed through most of the city.

until……

"Shut up!"

The ghostly driver suddenly pulled on the reins, and the carriage came to a steady stop in the square outside the Papal Palace.

"arrive?"

Dai Chengfeng asked subconsciously.

Yue Guan nodded slightly, a proud smile playing on her lips, and said, "That's right!"

"Your Highness Dai Chengfeng, you are about to step into the heart of power and glory on the Douluo Continent—the Spirit Hall."

With that, Yue Guan got off the car first.

Then, Dai Chengfeng took a deep breath and slowly stepped down from the carriage.

The first thing that catches the eye is a 'white jade' stone staircase, wide and long, like a heavenly road leading to the pinnacle of power.

At its end lies the majestic Six-Winged Mountain and two magnificent buildings.

The building halfway up the mountain is the most magnificent.

It adopts a grand and imposing columnar structure, with a dome covered with a layer of dazzling gold material. Under the gentle touch of sunlight, it reflects a dazzling light, as if it were the radiance sprinkled by the gods, inspiring awe.

The building located at the top of the hill is relatively small, about one-third the size of the former.

Its exterior is as white as jade, warm and gentle. Although it is not as eye-catching and flamboyant as the slightly shorter main hall, it subtly reveals a transcendent temperament.

"Dai Chengfeng, you and Lao Gui wait here. I'll go and inform His Holiness the Pope."

As he spoke, Yue Guan vanished from his spot in an instant.

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Meanwhile, inside the Papal Palace.

A voluptuous woman with long, wine-purple hair, dressed in a purple nightgown, sat languidly in front of her dressing table.

Her stunning face was reflected in the mirror; her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were like deep pools, exuding a hint of coldness and mystery.

Beside her, a blonde woman was gently combing her hair, her movements practiced and careful, her words full of praise:

"Teacher, you are so beautiful! There's probably no one in the entire Douluo Continent who can match your beauty. I'm so envious!"

"is it beautiful?"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a hint of daze, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the middle-aged man she had met a few months ago.

His image and his voice still seem to echo in my ears...

"pity……"

She murmured softly, a hint of melancholy in her voice.

And just then.

"Your Holiness, Dai Chengfeng has arrived! When would you like to see him?"

The voice of Ju Douluo Yueguan rang out from outside the door.

"Dai Chengfeng?!"

In an instant, Bibi Dong came to her senses, a flash of anger crossing her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it, becoming expressionless again and resuming her usual awe-inspiring papal demeanor.

"I understand. Tell him to wait for me in the main hall!"

(End of this chapter)