Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 126 I Am the Pope

"I'm asking you a question!" Qian Renxue was furious when she saw that Bibi Dong had no reaction and was staring blankly at Ling Qianyao.

Bibi Dong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Qian Renxue laughed angrily. "What exactly did you intend to do by suddenly attacking me just now? Did you really think I wouldn't dare to fight you?"

"Can you do it?" Bibi Dong said calmly, turning to look at Ling Qianyao. "A very good martial soul ability. A second soul ring in a thousand years, a fourth soul ring in ten thousand years. You are much better than the information I received."

The information she received... She investigated Qian Yao and the others? Qian Renxue was taken aback.

Ling Qianyao cupped his hands in greeting and said calmly, "It was just a fluke. But Your Holiness, if you are constantly disturbed, your mental strength will likely be affected, and you may act impulsively. It is best to be careful."

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered slightly. Had he noticed the problem with my soul? No wonder he took the initiative to use his martial soul ability. Was he afraid that I would hurt Qian Renxue if I lost control?

However, he underestimated himself. He had endured the erosion of evil thoughts for countless years, and Qian Renxue's words that had just touched a nerve were not enough to cause him any ripples.

After the news came from Tiandou City, I had some guesses about his martial soul ability. It would be best to keep this ability, which can remove the influence of negative attributes, in my own hands.

She couldn't help but take a closer look at Ling Qianyao again.

Having absorbed the fourth soul ring of ten thousand years and the external soul bone, and with star power tempering his body every day, Ling Qianyao's development has far surpassed that of his peers.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with a handsome and refined appearance. His eyebrows were like swords and his eyes were like stars. A glimmer of starlight flowed between his tied-up hair, which made him look even more otherworldly.

His entire body exuded a sharp and profound aura, which was the influence of the Starry Sky Sword Intent. He did not need to deliberately release his aura; his body seemed to be surrounded by an invisible sharpness.

“Sword intent similar to that guy Chen Xin from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, no, it seems even more profound.” Bibi Dong’s heart sank, not because Ling Qianyao’s excellence had once again exceeded her expectations, but because it was a denial of her previous guess.

She knew about Zhu Zhuqing and Ling Qianyao's relationship, and she understood Qian Renxue very well. Just now, she also realized the deep bond between Qian Renxue and Ling Qianyao. She had thought that this guy would be a passionate yet heartless person.

But the presence of this sword intent at this moment already reveals Ling Qianyao's character. He is by no means a heartless person. On the contrary, if anyone hurts someone he cherishes, he will surely retaliate with thunderous force.

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong felt a strange mix of jealousy and longing welling up inside her.

"Qian Renxue, my dear sister, what makes you so special that you have him, while I can't even find one?"

"But that's fine too. With a martial spirit that can purify evil thoughts and such sword intent, only a genius like this is worth joining my ranks. Let me teach you what true depravity is." Her grip on the papal scepter tightened.

"Hmm?" Bibi Dong was taken aback. Ling Qianyao's figure was blocked by Qian Renxue's body, preventing her from easily peeking into his sight.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, "Good sister, haven't you been watching for a bit too long?"

For some reason, the way Bibi Dong looked at Ling Qianyao made Qian Renxue feel uneasy. Although she was very calm, it seemed that she was hiding some more complicated emotions deep down.

Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, "You're quite the watcher. I was just observing for a while. What, are you out in the Heavenly Dou Empire carrying out an important plan?"

Now, you've practically given yourself away? And you cherish it so much—is it because you can't suppress that controlling urge within you?

“Heh,” Qian Renxue scoffed, “Why should I, Qian Renxue, need to control others? Qian Yao and I are of one mind, and I should cherish him.”

But you, with your laughable ambition for this so-called papal throne, who can know how lonely you feel now?

"Enough!" Bibi Dong slammed her papal scepter heavily on the white jade ground, interrupting Qian Renxue's speech.

She turned around, slowly walked back to the papal throne, closed her eyes, then opened them again, and said, "Qian Renxue, in this Spirit Hall, I am the Pope. Don't be too presumptuous."

"Hmph." Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, flicked her sleeves, and left with Ling Qianyao and the other person.

"Bang—" The doors to the Papal Palace were slammed shut by Qian Renxue.

Bibi Dong's expression darkened, and she regained her aloof and proud demeanor. She slowly sat down, a hint of melancholy in her eyes. She gently stroked the papal scepter in her hand, her thoughts drifting away.

Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed softly and stepped out from the side. “Your Holiness, the young master has just returned to the Spirit Hall. She must be exhausted from the long journey. She also had a dispute with you, so she must be in a bad mood. She is still young and may act impulsively. Please don’t take it to heart.”

After a moment of silence, Bibi Dong slowly spoke: "How could I possibly hold a grudge against her? You're overthinking it."

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded slightly and then said, "Just now, I sensed the aura of immortal herbs on the girl who came with me. I want to go and take a look."

"It's been a long time since those two consumed the immortal herb, what brings you here?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled and said, "To be honest, Your Majesty, even among immortal herbs, there are different grades. Although my Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum is no ordinary herb, there are many other immortal herbs in the world that are even rarer."

The herbal aura emanating from the girl was no ordinary herb. Although it had been absorbed, the medicinal power should not have fully integrated into her body yet.

"It's for the sake of an ideal in my heart; I want to witness the primal power of the immortal herb within her."

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered slightly, "Among the immortal herbs, are there any similar to Ling Qianyao's martial soul ability?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was taken aback. After thinking for a while, he replied, "There are many kinds of immortal herbs with different effects. If we have to say which ones are similar to Ling Qianyao's martial soul ability, there are probably very few."

Legend has it that there is a fragrant and exquisite herb that is the bane of all poisons; I wonder if that counts as a purifying ability.

"Okay, go ahead." Bibi Dong waved her hand, and Chrysanthemum Douluo slowly withdrew, accepting the order.

"Ghost, you may also step back for now."

"Yes."

The once spacious Papal Palace was now empty except for Bibi Dong. She flashed to the balcony on the second floor and gazed at the departing figures of Ling Qianyao and the other two, her eyes as deep and unfathomable as a pool.

Lost in thought, she stood there for a long time, letting the wind make her papal robes flutter.

Ling Qianyao and the other two gradually disappeared from sight until no trace of them could be seen anymore, at which point Bibi Dong slowly withdrew her gaze.

“When she came back this time, her attitude towards me was no longer as tolerant or even ingratiating as before. She has found her own sense of belonging and dependence.”

"what about me?"

A soft murmur lingered in the wind before Bibi Dong's figure vanished.

(End of this chapter)