Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 297 Qian Renxue's Decision, Bibi Dong Confesses Her Feelings
The remaining students gradually dispersed under the "drive-away" of the Spirit Hall, leaving only a few guards to clean up the battlefield.

Blue Tyrant Academy also left the venue in an orderly manner under the escort of the three elders.

No one noticed that the uproar that had just started because of him in the Spirit Hall Square was now slinking away in the crowd with his tail between his legs. Now that he was free, he dared not show his face in public at all.

On the other side of the square, the knights of the Heavenly Dou Empire were in complete chaos.

"Where is the First Prince? Has anyone seen him?"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the Grand Master's forehead, and his voice trembled slightly with anxiety.

He looked around, and his adjutants exchanged bewildered glances; none of them could answer his question.

"It's over...it's all over..."

If His Highness Xue Qinghe were to disappear right under their noses, how would they explain it to Emperor Xue Ye when they returned?
At this moment, the adjutant leaned over and whispered, "Commander, how about... we search secretly within Wuhun City first? Perhaps His Highness just has something urgent to attend to..."

The commander placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down: "Pass down the order, everyone disperse and search, but do not make a sound. Remember, under no circumstances should the Spirit Hall be alerted!"

……

While the Knights were in chaos, no one noticed that in a secluded corridor of the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue was quietly watching everything.

Her gaze pierced through the chaotic crowd, locking onto the tall figure heading towards the papal palace, a look of longing on her face.

Just now, when the Black Nether Holy Dragon tore through the clouds and the killing aura of the Asura Demon Sword swept across the square, she clearly felt her Angelic Martial Soul humming, as if it had sensed something.

“Yu Xiaolie…” Qian Renxue murmured softly, flames burning in her golden pupils, “If I want you to look at me more, the identity of ‘Xue Qinghe’ alone is not enough.”

She watched as Yu Xiaolie stopped in front of the Papal Palace, exchanged a few words with Chrysanthemum Douluo who came out to greet him, and then stepped into the gilded gate.

At that moment, she suddenly made a decision.

The moment she turned around, her eyes became firm and fervent. She strode towards the Hall of Worship. Before returning to the Heavenly Dou Empire to continue playing the role of Xue Qinghe, she decided to go find her grandfather first.

She wants to unleash her full potential!

"Just you wait, Yu Xiaolie. One day, I will stand at the same level as you, so that you will no longer be able to ignore my existence."

She made a silent vow in her heart.

……

Inside the Papal Palace.

"You may all step back." Bibi Dong's voice came from above, lazy yet carrying an unquestionable command.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, bowed, and quietly withdrew.

The maids also bowed their heads and hurried away, the last one gently closing the palace door with a soft "click," completely shutting out the noise outside.

At this moment, the vast papal palace was suddenly left with only the two of them.

Bibi Dong descended slowly from the high platform, her papal robes trailing on the ground with a soft rustling sound. She was not wearing her magnificent crown, and her long purple hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

She stopped three steps away from Yu Xiaolie, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Accepting Xingluo's overtures in front of everyone, aren't you afraid of being targeted by the Tiandou Empire?"

Yu Xiaolie did not answer. When he looked up, he met the light in her eyes, a light that contained probing, appreciation, and a barely perceptible ripple.

Yu Xiaolie's deep eyes revealed no emotion, yet they inexplicably made Bibi Dong's heart race.

A silence fell between them, but it wasn't awkward.

Bibi Dong chuckled and continued, "But that makes sense. With the current strength of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, even Xingluo is currying favor with you. If Emperor Xueye had any brains, he wouldn't be your enemy." As she spoke, she took another step forward, shortening the distance between them to two steps.

Even at this distance, Yu Xiaolie could smell her faint fragrance, like that of some precious flower, elegant and not cloying.

“However… what I’m more curious about is…” Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, paused for a moment, and her amethyst eyes gleamed with cunning as she continued, “The three upper sects are closely connected, yet the Seven Treasures Sect has been secretly plotting against us. With your personality, Yu Xiaolie, don’t you want to destroy them?”

Yu Xiaolie finally spoke, his voice deep and resonant like an ancient pool: "What? If that's really the case, will the Spirit Hall intervene?"

"Of course not, I will only help you." Bibi Dong took another step forward, and now they were only one step apart.

She tilted her head back and looked directly into Yu Xiaolie's eyes. "Whatever decision you make, I will fully support you."

These words were spoken softly, yet carried immense weight; the Papal Palace was so quiet that one could hear each other breathing.

Bibi Dong wore a well-tailored purple dress as her inner layer today, with a delicate collarbone showing just the right amount at the neckline.

At this moment, her slightly tilted head allowed Yu Xiaolie to clearly see her slender neck and the faint lines of her shoulders and neck.

"You know what? I've always admired you. We both have twin martial souls, and we've both gotten to where we are today..."

Bibi Dong spoke softly, but her voice grew softer and softer, and the last word almost turned into a sigh.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her fingertips lightly brushed against the back of Yu Xiaolie's hand, the touch slightly cool, yet feeling like it carried an electric current.

Yu Xiaolie's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He gazed at Bibi Dong, who was so close to him.

This woman, who stood at the pinnacle of power on the mainland, now had a rare tenderness and expectation in her eyes.

“I’ve been tormenting Yu Xiaogang for almost a month, and I’ve personally brought Yu Luomian to you…”

Bibi Dong's breath gently brushed against his chin, carrying a warm scent. "That's enough to show my stance and my feelings, isn't it?"

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and the outline of her figure was faintly visible beneath her purple robe;
As her long hair fell down, a few strands brushed against his wrist, as soft as clouds.

At this moment, she was no longer the high and mighty pope, but just an ordinary woman troubled by love.

Yu Xiaolie's expression became complicated; he truly hadn't expected Bibi Dong to go this far.

He imprisoned Yu Xiaogang, handed over the Jade Luo Mian, and even expressed his support for his actions against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

He couldn't possibly be unaware of the implications behind these actions.

But the more she did this, the less he could figure out what she was thinking. This woman's mind was too deep; every move she made was like a meticulously designed chess game.

Seeing that he didn't dodge, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with joy. Just as she was about to get closer—her fingertips were about to touch his cheek—Yu Xiaolie suddenly turned around.

"I have other things to do." His voice remained calm and cold, and the wind stirred by his long robe dispelled the last trace of ambiguity between them.

Next, all he wanted to do was destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, then quickly replenish the remaining soul rings for the Asura Demon Sword and complete the Asura God Trial.

Immediately, Bibi Dong froze on the spot, her outstretched hand hanging in mid-air. She looked at Yu Xiaolie's slender back and watched him push open the palace door without hesitation. A trace of disappointment flashed in her purple eyes, but it was quickly replaced by stubbornness.

The hall fell silent again, with only the sound of her breathing remaining.

After a long silence, a resolute light returned to her purple eyes, and she whispered to the empty hall, "Yu Xiaolie, I refuse to believe... I can't win you over!"

(End of this chapter)