Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 83 Are you serious?

Your Holiness, would you like to take on another disciple?

If she was only slightly nervous before, now she was completely bewildered and at a loss. Was she panicked or surprised? Perhaps both, but the immense pressure that followed made her afraid to show even the slightest inclination.

"Are you having any doubts?"

"A little."

Ning Rongrong paused for two seconds before calming herself down and said hesitantly, "Actually, Your Majesty didn't need to do this at all. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Spirit Hall are now inseparable."

To be precise, it should be said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is inseparable from the Spirit Hall. After the two were strongly bound together, the Spirit Hall has obtained the part that it lacked the most before, but the overall strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School still has a lot of room for improvement.

Furthermore, during the period when most of the industries were integrated with the Spirit Hall, most of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School members had adapted to the current pace.

They are surrounded by powerful enemies from the outside and plagued by internal discord among their own people.

If the Ning family truly intends to leave, or stabs them in the back, they will likely face the most severe predicament since the sect's founding.

My mind was in turmoil, with reasons arising and then being cut off, ranging from the sect to myself.

Ning Rongrong's face showed a hint of difficulty. She really couldn't understand what the point was for His Holiness the Pope to continue to be deeply bound to her, or rather, to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"There's no need to think that far ahead about everything in the world."

The Pope sat opposite her, teasing the small white beast with a faint smile on her face. Even when she was talking about such an important matter as accepting disciples in a serious manner, she always gave people a sense of nonchalant laziness and easygoingness.

It gives you the feeling of asking someone if they've eaten when you meet them.

You don't necessarily have to think that far ahead.

"Anyone could say something like that, but not you!"

Ning Rongrong's smile twitched slightly: "Your Majesty, are you serious?"

"Hmm, not really serious. I might change my mind later," Bibi Dong said, her eyes slightly narrowed as she suppressed the urge to rub them and yawn. Even after a long sleep, her drowsy state hadn't lessened much, and she still had the urge to hold Bai Ze and sleep until the end of time.

In the absurd and ethereal dream world, she was like a traveler detached from the world, witnessing the birth and destruction of interesting things, in a cycle that repeated itself. Each time, the objects of observation were different, but the endings were all similar.

So much so that after naturally waking up and rediscovering the world, there is a sudden sense of tranquility, as if from another world.

"Therefore, this feeling of drowsiness is not a side effect of the soul contract, but rather a result of Bai Ze's own power."

"As expected of the legendary ancient auspicious beast that witnessed the origin of civilization, its value cannot be measured simply by its strength."

Fortunately, this legendary imperial beast is now a sacred beast of the Spirit Hall, not belonging to the spirit beast faction, and is not involved with those high and mighty gods.

"Waaah—"

Bibi Dong hugged Bai Ze tightly and watched the little thing rub against her affectionately, her eyes filled with relief.

"Master, please accept my bow!"

Holding Bai Ze in her arms, Bibi Dong turned her head and saw Ning Rongrong straighten her clothes slightly and kneel down solemnly. After thinking for a moment, she did not help her up. Only when Ning Rongrong was about to kowtow did she pull her back.

"That's enough."

At her prompting, Ning Rongrong respectfully handed over a cup of warm tea. The Pope took a small sip, her gaze softening considerably.

"Master, how's the tea?"

"Not quite right, it didn't soak properly."

"I'll try harder next time."

"These are minor matters. I will announce them to the elders later. Be confident then," Bibi Dong said, flipping her right hand to reveal a gold and red, exceptionally luxurious token, which she then handed to Ning Rongrong.

"Keep the papal decree safe. Nana has one, and you have one too."

"oh oh."

Ning Rongrong accepted it respectfully with both hands, her face still carrying a trace of dreamlike disbelief.

I led my sect to join the Spirit Hall less than half a year ago, and now I've actually been accepted as a disciple by the Pope?

"By the way, Rongrong, back in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, you must have managed your family's businesses within the sect, right?"

Holding Bai Ze in her arms and teasing him, Bibi Dong suddenly asked a question.

Even though she carefully kept the papal decree close to her body, Ning Rongrong was still somewhat dazed until Bibi Dong asked her gently, which brought her back to her senses: "Master, yes, I do. I mainly manage jewelry shops, and most of the time I learn from my father how to be a manager."

When talking about her family's businesses, the little witch spoke with great confidence.

Ning Fengzhi had known the limits of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda for a long time, so he invested more in Ning Rongrong's interpersonal skills and managerial mindset.

Is the final strength only able to reach level 79?

It's okay, Dad will teach you how to manage the sect well. When you have more money, what kind of powerful expert can't you invite?

Soul rings, soul bones, soul tools.

Anything that can be solved with Gold Soul Coins is no problem!

"That's good then."

Bibi Dong spoke leisurely, her fingers unconsciously rubbing her eyes, her tone still languid: "From now on, remember to go to Elder Yueguan every month to collect your share of the resources you are entitled to. I know you don't lack them, but you still have to take what you are entitled to."

"I hope you can get along well with Nana. She works very hard in her cultivation. Although her martial soul is a fox spirit, she is sometimes too simple-minded."

It seems that there is indeed some truth to that.

Recalling Hu Liena's recent impulsive intrusion into her lab, Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement.

"Including the Martial Soul Simulation Training Ground, the right to choose the Treasure Vault, and instruction from renowned teachers—you are exactly the same as them in all these aspects, without any difference."

Bibi Dong straightened her body slightly, her voice losing some of its casualness: "But there's one thing I hope you can do."

Are they here?

Ning Rongrong listened silently, her gaze intensely focused.

As expected, there was a purpose behind taking on disciples. Given His Holiness the Pope's cunning, how could he possibly do something completely unrelated? Does the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School need to pay some price?

"Nana is better suited to focus wholeheartedly on her cultivation path," Bibi Dong continued, taking another sip of tea and looking directly at her. "As for future affairs concerning the Spirit Hall, you are also qualified to listen in. Observe and listen more, and you can ask me questions if you don't understand anything."

What?

I?

To learn about the politics of the Spirit Hall?

Ning Rongrong pointed at herself with trembling fingers, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Otherwise what?"

Perhaps because the wind was really comfortable today, Bibi Dong finally couldn't help but squint and yawn.

"As the Pope's disciple and one of the possible successors, you bear a heavy responsibility that cannot be neglected or dealt with perfunctorily. Not only me, but also the elders of the Papal Palace and the Hall of Worship will be watching you closely."

Ning Rongrong's mind went blank: "Don't you think this is a bit hasty?"

So what if it's hasty?

The Pope's eyelids trembled slightly again, and a deep drowsiness washed over her like a tide. She stretched her body facing the sun, and her voice sounded even more languid.

"The Spirit Hall has many members, but there is only one Pope."

(End of this chapter)