Douluo: Star-Breaking Sword God

Chapter 223 The Little Action Under the Table, Shui Bing'er's Shock

Ling Qianyao's lips twitched slightly. Did this even need an introduction?

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, he should have known about the outstanding young talents and genius soul masters of Heaven Dou City long ago.

Also, were you serious about the way you used your own teacup in front of Shui Bing'er?

"Ahem, this is Shui Bing'er from Tianshui Academy."

“Of course I know him,” Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, her fingertips twitching slightly. Several gasps and groans of surprise came from downstairs, as if someone had been knocked to the ground by an invisible force, but dared not retaliate and could only retreat in silence.

“However,” Bibi Dong tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, a hint of amusement flashing in her purple eyes, “I’m curious what you all talked about in this secluded teahouse?”

"Your Majesty, we came to discuss the cultivation path of ice-type martial souls. Your Majesty, are you here to see Qian Yao?" Shui Bing'er suddenly said, her gaze towards Bibi Dong becoming somewhat strange.
The other person's actions were rather suspicious. Her crimson skirt swept across the wooden floor as she sat down beside Ling Qianyao, and quite close at that.
Even though there were unused tea utensils right in front of him, he insisted on drinking from the teacup that Qianyao had used.
From the moment he appeared, he told us not to stand on ceremony, and his eyes were almost glued to Ling Qianyao. This intimate and casual attitude was really not like the dignified demeanor that a pope should have.

It was truly difficult to explain using ordinary reasoning. Shui Bing'er's mind was churning with various guesses, but she still tried to remain calm on the surface.

Bibi Dong looked Shui Bing'er up and down and nodded slightly. "That's right. Qian Yao and I are neighbors. We often visit each other's homes to ask for some dairy products and occasionally discuss the path of cultivation."

Today, I originally intended to discuss some martial spirit theories with him after he returned from the Heavenly Battle Arena, but I didn't expect this guy to be distracted by beautiful women and sneak off here on his own.

She looked at Ling Qianyao with a teasing expression, but her delicate little feet under the table had somehow slipped off their shoes and were gently brushing against the hem of Ling Qianyao's robe.

"I"

Ling Qianyao's voice suddenly froze, and he stiffened for a moment as if he had been frozen in place. Then, he forced himself to endure the tingling sensation and said softly, "It's just some ordinary conversation. We'll be going back soon."

Shui Bing'er was shocked. She never expected that Ling Qianyao would have such a relationship with His Holiness the Pope, Bibi Dong.

Neighbor friend?

No wonder, it turns out the news my mother brought from the royal meeting last time was true; His Holiness the Pope really did stay at the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy for a period of time.

It must have been during that time that the Pope discovered Qianyao's exceptional talent, and because they lived so close, they became friends.

As if she had figured out the cause and effect, Shui Bing'er breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, casting aside the strange thoughts that had been lingering in her mind.
"I knew it. They're probably just good friends. As for the teacup, the Pope is probably just a bit frivolous."

However, she came looking for Qian Yao just because he returned a little late. It seems the Spirit Hall values ​​Qian Yao quite a bit.

"Hmm," Ling Qianyao groaned softly, reaching down from the table to grab the playful little foot, but he couldn't control it at all.

Bibi Dong propped her head up with her hand and smiled at Shui Bing'er, "A genius from Tianshui Academy, are you interested in joining the Spirit Hall?"

"what?"

Shui Bing'er was startled by the sudden invitation and her eyes widened. She subconsciously looked at Ling Qianyao, only to find him sitting stiffly in a strange posture, with beads of sweat faintly seeping from his forehead.

Is he feeling unwell?
“Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty,” Shui Bing’er said, carefully choosing her words, “but I am still a student at Tianshui Academy.”

“It’s alright,” Bibi Dong said gracefully, picking up her teacup. “The Spirit Hall has always valued talent, and we welcome a gifted young man like you at any time.”

"Cough-cough-"

Ling Qianyao coughed suddenly, pressing his right hand firmly against the table.

Shui Bing'er looked at him with concern: "Qian Yao, are you alright?"

"No, it's okay."

A sly glint flashed in Bibi Dong's purple eyes.

"Bing'er, Qianyao is reminding you, what do you think of my relationship with Qianyao?"

Shui Bing'er was taken aback. "Pretty good?"

Since they are close friends despite their age difference, and are also temporary neighbors, their relationship must be very good, right?
Bibi Dong's lips curled up. "So, it's very likely that Qian Yao will come to my Spirit Hall in the future~"

"Wh-what?" Shui Bing'er stared wide-eyed in astonishment. Qian Yao was going to join the Spirit Hall?

Shouldn't he have a good relationship with Tian Dou? He should stay here in the future. She shook her head, feeling a little annoyed.

"Qianyao, is this true?"

Ling Qianyao slowly said, "There should be a chance, right?"

"That's it"

Bibi Dong took in the subtle changes in Shui Bing'er's expression, a smile playing on her lips. She first gave Ling Qianyao a meaningful look, then spoke to Shui Bing'er.
"Let me put it more clearly: if you are willing to join the Spirit Hall, there is a Super Douluo, Elder Guangling, in the Spirit Hall with an ice-attribute spirit. I can personally introduce you to him."

Tianshui Academy is located in Tiandou. Where students go after graduation is their own choice. You should understand what I mean.

After all, what you want might just slip away.

Bibi Dong looked at Shui Bing'er with a teasing gaze, making Shui Bing'er blush and her heart pound. Shui Bing'er naturally understood the deeper meaning in Bibi Dong's words; the implication was too obvious.

Shui Bing'er's eyes flickered. Their Tianshui Academy was indeed just an advanced soul master academy, without any fundamental stance.

The offer of recruitment from the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, along with the various benefits promised, was simply too tempting for her to refuse. Moreover, she had come specifically for someone else.
"Qian Yao, will you really join the Spirit Hall?" Shui Bing'er's eyes burned with passion.

Ling Qianyao glanced at Bibi Dong's expression, then said, "Yes."

“Hoo—” Shui Bing’er took a deep breath, stood up and bowed, saying, “Your Majesty, I am willing to join the Spirit Hall.”

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. "Very good, a wise choice. But remember, you are not allowed to reveal that I was here today, nor about Qian Yao."

"I'll make arrangements for you after the Soul Master Competition ends."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Shui Bing'er replied respectfully, but her gaze unconsciously drifted toward Ling Qianyao.

"When we're alone together in the future, you can call me 'older sister'."

"Huh?" Shui Bing'er was stunned for a moment. Before she could come to her senses, she saw Bibi Dong suddenly kiss Ling Qianyao's lips.

Shui Bing'er's eyes widened, "You...you all!"

Bibi Dong's lips lingered on Ling Qianyao's lips for a moment before slowly parting, her purple eyes filled with a mischievous smile.

She turned to the stunned Shui Bing'er and smiled, "Now do you understand our relationship?"

Shui Bing'er's ears were so red they were practically bleeding, and her gaze darted back and forth between the two of them.

She should have realized it sooner—the shared teacup, the intimate terms of address, and His Holiness the Pope's languid, cat-like posture at this moment—this was hardly the behavior of a close friendship between people of different ages.
"Bing'er." Ling Qianyao tried to explain, but Bibi Dong sealed his lips with her fingertips.

“This child is quite clever.” Bibi Dong winked at Shui Bing’er. “Right? Like what we were talking about earlier about joining the Spirit Hall.”

“It counts!” Shui Bing’er blurted out, then lowered her head in embarrassment at her own eagerness.

Since we already have Yun Zhaoyue, Zhu Zhuqing, and that blue-clad Ah Yin, what difference would it make if we had another Pope?!

Yue'er is right, opportunities are seized by oneself.

"Very good, remember to keep it a secret."

Shui Bing'er's ears turned bright red. She lowered her head and hummed in agreement. After glancing at the scene of Bibi Dong's calves resting intimately on Ling Qianyao's thighs, she felt a little dizzy and quickly excused herself and left.

"Dong'er!" Ling Qianyao finally breathed a sigh of relief. "What's wrong with you?!"

"Can't I use you as a nest?" Bibi Dong snorted, then suddenly sat up and straddled Ling Qianyao, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I think that girl really likes you. You're a genius at 17 years old and level 45, so naturally you should join my Spirit Hall, shouldn't you?"

(End of this chapter)