Douluo Continent: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? A Soul Beast Pagoda!

An eerie silence fell over the living room once again.

Jiang Bai was processing this earth-shattering information, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

Where is this supposed to be the world's number one auxiliary weapon spirit?

This is clearly... a soul beast nurturing artifact with unlimited growth potential!

It's just...I don't know how it mutated...

The fire dragon, however, remained completely frozen in place.

The first three messages shocked it, and even gave it a glimmer of hope for an alternative path to "immortality" and "growth."

But that final, fundamental rule, like the coldest shackles, utterly crushed its last vestiges of anger, resentment, and hope for revenge.

He is our master... He cannot be harmed... He is absolutely loyal...

It's a proud fire dragon with true dragon blood! How could it...?

However, the clear and unshakable mark deep within its soul constantly reminds it of this cruel reality.

The word "master" that just slipped out, and the fact that the attack was forcibly turned into possession, are irrefutable proof.

It raised its head, its shrunken dragon eyes looking at Jiang Bai with an incredibly complex expression.

Jiang Bai also looked at it, his eyes gradually changing from initial shock and ecstasy to calm and profound.

They stared at each other for a long time.

Finally, the fire dragon seemed to have exhausted all its energy, and looked at Jiang Bai deeply, with a complex and unfathomable gaze.

Then, it fell silent, and a thought crossed its mind.

"Whoosh—"

With a flash of red light, it transformed into a beam of red light and flew back to the first level of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Jiang Bai's palm.

Jiang Bai put away his martial spirit.

He looked around but saw neither Qian Renxue nor any servants.

Adjusting his breathing and expression, Jiang Bai pushed open the heavy wooden door of the villa and walked out.

Outside the door, a servant immediately stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully yet at a distance.

"Young Master Jiang, you're awake. The young master instructed that once you've finished absorbing the spirit ring, you should return to your quarters to rest. The young master has already returned to Wuhun City due to urgent business."

Urgent matter? Return to Wuhun City?

Jiang Bai's heart stirred.

Qian Xunji... got hammered?

But there was no change in his expression; he simply nodded to the attendant and said calmly, "I understand. Thank you for letting me know."

After saying that, he stopped and walked along the tree-lined path he had come from, heading towards the dormitory area.

……

Jiang Bai was right.

At this moment, deep within the Papal Palace in Wuhun City, in the Papal Palace's private chambers, the atmosphere was heavy.

Beneath the enormous dome, Pope Qian Xunji, usually so dignified and noble, lay on his bed, looking utterly defeated.

His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his lips were pale and cracked, and his breathing was weak and disordered, clearly indicating that he had suffered a very serious injury.

Beside the bed, several of the Spirit Hall's top healing-type spirit masters were busy working, their foreheads covered in sweat, as gentle yet powerful healing spirit light continuously poured down.

Stabilize his dwindling life force and repair the severely damaged meridians and internal organs.

On one side of the palace, several figures stood solemnly.

The leader was none other than the Grand Master Qian Daoliu.

He still wore a simple white robe, stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

But on that handsome and dignified face, an impenetrable frost was now shrouded, and his deep eyes were fixed on his son on the bed, with a storm seemingly brewing in the depths of his pupils, yet it was suppressed by extreme rationality.

Half a step behind him stood several core elders of the Spirit Hall, including Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

At this moment, even the usually alluring and composed Yue Guan was pale, sweat beading on her forehead, and her posture was so respectful as to be almost humble. She was reporting to Qian Daoliu in a low voice, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

"High Priest... Your subordinates have failed in their duty and deserve to die a thousand deaths... We... We didn't expect that the 100,000-year-old soul beast would be so resolute... It would rather sacrifice itself than let us obtain her..."

Yue Guan's voice was filled with regret and fear, "The energy burst and soul impact triggered by the sacrifice completely exceeded expectations..."

He paused, swallowed, and then continued, his tone filled with even deeper fear.

"Moreover... that Tang Hao... he had just broken through to level ninety, and his condition should have been unstable... but under the stimulation of that soul beast sacrifice, the aura and combat power he unleashed... were simply unbelievable!"

"That power far surpasses that of an ordinary Title Douluo... Even with our combined efforts, we are still unable to completely stop it..."

Yue Guan's voice grew softer and softer, and her head drooped even lower.

He knew that the failure of this operation, especially the serious injury to Pope Qian Xunji, was a huge responsibility.

Ghost Douluo was shrouded in the shadows of his black robe, silent, but the chilling aura around him revealed the turmoil in his heart.

Qian Daoliu listened quietly, without interrupting or showing any emotion.

Tang Hao... Haotian Sect... a 100,000-year-old soul beast sacrifice... His fingers clenched slightly inside his sleeve.

"Daddy... Waaah..."

A choked, childlike, and sorrowful cry broke the heavy silence in the palace.

Qian Renxue's small body was seen lying by the bed, her hands tightly holding Qian Xunji's hands.

Her fair face was streaked with tears, and her big eyes were brimming with tears, which rolled down and landed on the back of Qian Xunji's hand.

She bit her lip, trying hard not to cry out, but her sobbing shoulders and red eyes betrayed her fear and helplessness.

She didn't understand what had happened; all she knew was that her powerful father had suddenly been seriously injured, fell into a coma, and was breathing so weakly that it frightened her.

Those elders who were usually high and mighty and imposing were now silent as cicadas in fear.

She could only hold onto her father's hand tightly, as if that would hold him back and prevent him from leaving.

Her young heart was filled with fear of the unknown, worry about her father's injuries, and a vague, indescribable hatred for the "enemy" who had caused all of this.

……

Meanwhile, in a secret room beneath the Papal Palace.

Several lamps embedded in the wall emitted a soft glow.

Inside the secret room, there was a large dressing table with a mirror that was polished to a very smooth finish and had intricate patterns carved along its edges.

A graceful figure sat before the mirror.

Bibi Dong.

She wore only a layer of almost transparent gauze, her smooth long hair cascading down like a waterfall, concealing part of her smooth back, but making her skin appear even whiter than snow, gleaming with an ivory-like delicate luster under the dim light.

Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn waters, her nose was straight, and her lips were bright red.

She was facing the mirror, holding a bright red lipstick in her hand, slowly and meticulously applying it to her already full and alluring lips.

She stared intently at herself in the mirror.

Deep within those eyes, a strange, bewitching purple light flashed and disappeared, adding a touch of eeriness and demonic allure to that exquisitely beautiful face.

"Xiao Gang..."

She parted her lips slightly, her voice low and ethereal, like a lover's whisper, or a nightmare's murmur.

In the mirror, a gentle smile curved her lips, as if she saw the gentle yet somewhat timid figure from her memories.

She fantasized about reuniting with Yu Xiaogang, about a bright future without all this filth and power, only the two of them.

However, this tenderness lasted only a brief moment.

"wait for me……"

Before she could finish speaking, her hand holding the lip gloss suddenly tightened uncontrollably!

"Snap!"

She actually snapped that exquisite lip gloss in half!

The bright red ointment stained her fair fingers.

Bibi Dong seemed oblivious.

She didn't even glance at the broken lipstick and stained fingers; her gaze remained fixed on herself in the mirror.

The purple light in his eyes surged again, the gentleness faded, and it was replaced by a complex expression that mixed madness, hatred, resentment and a trace of twisted pleasure.

Her gaze slowly shifted, landing on a spot not far from the dressing table.

There, a small red clay stove was burning quietly, the fire burning gently, with a ceramic medicine pot resting on top.

Steam rose slightly from the mouth of the jar, and a faint, indescribable medicinal fragrance, a blend of various herbs, filled the sealed room.

The aroma of the medicine wasn't unpleasant; it even had a strange sweet and astringent taste.

But at this time and place, coupled with Bibi Dong's expression, it inexplicably gave people a chill.

This is the "medicinal soup" she "carefully" prepared for her teacher who was seriously injured and bedridden.

Looking at the rising steam, and the slightly swirling dark brown liquid in the medicine pot.

Bibi Dong's lips curved into a widening smile, eventually forming a clear, yet chilling and morbid one.