Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Qian Daoliu not only took Florian as her personal disciple, but also devoted all her resources to nurturing him, turning him into another brilliant genius, someone who could rival her carefully crafted "Golden Generation" and even attract more attention.

These two events were like two heavy hammer blows, slamming into the balance that Bibi Dong had carefully maintained.

The Spirit Hall, which was originally a monolithic entity that only obeyed her orders, has quietly transformed into a situation where her Papal Palace and Qian Daoliu's Hall are on equal footing.

With the orthodox faith in the Angel God and the sudden appearance of Florian with astonishing potential, the Hall of Worship's influence is growing day by day, and more and more originally neutral Soul Masters and families are beginning to turn their attention to the long-silent hall.

While her Papal Palace holds real power, it faces unprecedented challenges in terms of morality and the future.

"Heh..." A very soft and cold sneer escaped from Bibi Dong's perfect lips.

In the dim light, her eyes were as dark as unyielding ink, yet deep within them gleamed a cold and obsessive glint.

Qianxunji...

The thought of that name sent a wave of intense disgust and nausea through her, almost shattering her elegant facade.

That man who ruined everything for her!

His bloodline, his father, all the traces he left behind... all disgusted her!

Consequently, Qian Renxue, who shares half his blood, is also unable to remain calm about it.

The complex mix of longing and fear in the depths of the child's eyes when he looked at her only reminded her of an even more unbearable past.

Therefore, how could the Spirit Hall, the culmination of her life's work and the cornerstone of her future divine authority on earth, possibly be handed over to Qian Renxue?

How could it possibly return to the control of the Qian family?

Absolutely impossible!

What belongs to Bibi Dong, no one can touch.

What belongs to the Qian family... she will take it all away, bit by bit, and crush it!

The violence and decisiveness in my heart burned like a cold flame, burning away the last trace of hesitation.

Bibi Dong sat up straight, and the Pope's majesty and oppressive aura returned, even more profound and compelling than before.

"Someone come here." Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to the outside of the palace gate.

A paladin clad in silver armor entered silently and knelt on one knee.

"Summon Huliena to see me."

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

The knights left, and the hall returned to silence.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes slightly, but the tapping of her fingers stopped. She was waiting, and also preparing.

Before long, light and rhythmic footsteps sounded. A slender figure in red entered the hall, her posture respectful yet naturally exuding an innate charm—it was Hu Liena.

"Teacher, you wanted to see me?" Hu Liena walked down the steps and bowed.

She raised her head, and in her captivating eyes, besides reverence for her teacher, there was also a hint of barely perceptible inquiry.

With her intelligence, she naturally sensed the subtle atmosphere within the Spirit Hall recently.

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on her most prized disciple, her icy expression softening slightly, but still stern.

"Nana, has your soul power slackened recently?" she asked directly.

Hu Liena's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately replied, "Teacher, I dare not slack off. I cultivate every day without interruption, but... after level fifty-one, my progress has indeed slowed down a bit."

“Slow?” Bibi Dong’s voice was unreadable. “Do you know that in the Hall of Offerings, Florian is only fifteen years old, yet he is already at the peak of level forty-nine?”

Hu Liena's delicate body trembled slightly, a hint of unwillingness and sharpness flashing in her eyes: "This disciple understands."

"It's good to know."

Bibi Dong slowly rose from her throne, walked down the steps, and came to Hu Liena.

She was slightly taller than Hu Liena, and looking down at her disciple, the invisible pressure made Hu Liena subconsciously hold her breath.

"The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is not only about winning glory for the Spirit Hall, but also about showing the entire continent and everyone inside and outside the Spirit Hall who will be the future rulers."

Bibi Dong's voice was low, but every word was like a knife, piercing into Hu Liena's heart.

"Your opponents are never just the geniuses from Tiandou and Xingluo. You should broaden your horizons."

Hu Liena instantly understood her teacher's meaning. Her opponent was in the Hall of Worship, in that radiant Florian, and even... the Snow White who might represent Heaven Dou in the future, also possessing twin martial souls.

This is the teacher's expectation of her, and also the pressure she is under.

"Disciple understands!" Hu Liena raised her head, all the allure in her eyes vanished, leaving only the pride and fighting spirit of a peak Soul Master genius.

"In the competition, I will never let you down, Master! Anyone who stands in the way of the Spirit Hall's glory will be defeated!"

“Very good.” Bibi Dong finally revealed a faint, almost cold smile.

"Remember your words. Go back and cultivate. Before the competition, I want to see you at least confident of breaking through to level fifty-two. I will have your resources doubled."

"Yes! Thank you, Teacher!" Hu Liena bowed deeply, and as she turned to leave, her steps were more firm and powerful than when she came.

Watching her disciple's departing figure, the gentleness in Bibi Dong's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a deep, icy coldness.

She slowly walked back to the high platform, sat down again, and her gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of palaces, looking towards the direction of the offering hall.

Qian Daoliu... You've got a good plan.

Snow White and Florian... two exceptionally talented successors, one a potential heir to the angelic throne, the other the perfect guardian of light.

Do you want to use them to regain control of the Spirit Hall and bring everything back under the Qian family's control?

dream!

Bibi Dong's fingertips tapped the armrest again, the rhythm slow and firm, like the prelude to a war drum.

In Qian Daoliu's original plan, if Qian Renxue could pass the Angel God's test and ascend to the God Realm, then the Martial Spirit Hall in the human world would be handed over to Bibi Dong to continue the tradition.

This is the unspoken bottom line between Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong.

But now, an even better Snow White has emerged, along with Florian, who possesses both exceptional talent and a refined character.

There is only one angelic test.

Bibi Dong knew that for the sake of these two better futures, Qian Daoliu would never allow the power of the Spirit Hall to remain in the hands of an outsider like her for long.

So……

Bibi Dong slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were a deep, unwavering darkness, as if they could devour all light.

For Nana's sake, and for her own lifelong ambition and hatred, she not only wants to firmly grasp the Spirit Hall, but also to completely erase the Qian family's mark in the future.

No one can take it away from me.

What belongs to her, she will destroy rather than give to others.

Chapter 381 Soul Master Competition

The grand opening ceremony of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, Heaven Dou Empire Division, was held in Heaven Dou City.

As the grandest Soul Master Tournament in the Soul Master world, it attracts not only the attention of Soul Masters, but also the attention of every citizen of Heaven Dou City, from royalty and nobles to commoners. They regard this tournament as the grandest festival.

The Heavenly Battle Arena has been completely renovated and can now accommodate 80,000 spectators at the same time.

The hall was packed.

Beneath the enormous dome, flags fluttered, and the flags of various academies shone brightly under the soul-guided spotlights.

The air was thick with fervor, a deafening cacophony of cheers, chatter, and musical instruments.

The giant arena in the center of the arena is made of special stone, making it incredibly sturdy and capable of withstanding intense collisions at the Soul King and even Soul Emperor levels.

The arena was surrounded by seven layers of protective barriers, maintained by Soul Saint-level Soul Masters to ensure the safety of the audience.

The VIP seating area is located directly north of the venue, offering the best view. It is upholstered in luxurious red velvet, and the seats are decorated with intricate carvings and gilded details.

There are only three seats in the front row.

In the center, Emperor Xue Ye of the Heavenly Dou Dynasty sat on a golden dragon throne, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe embroidered with nine golden dragons and a twelve-tassel crown.

His face was slightly pale, and he had heavy eye bags, but his deep-set eyes were still sharp, and he was now scanning the entire room with the majesty of an emperor.

Although rumors of his advanced age and declining health were no secret, today, under the watchful eyes of countless people, he straightened his back, attempting to display the demeanor befitting the ruler of an empire.

On the left, Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, wore a moon-white robe, exuding a refined and gentle air.

He smiled calmly, as if he were simply there to enjoy an ordinary event.

However, if you look closely, you will find that his seat is subtly positioned half a foot back from Emperor Xueye's dragon throne.

This has never happened before.

As one of the three upper sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is incredibly wealthy and influential, and it is customary for its sect leader to be on equal footing with the emperor.

But now it's different.

Since Snow White burst onto the scene at the age of twelve, displaying astonishing talent as a Soul Master.

After Poison Douluo Dugu Bo publicly declared his loyalty to the royal family, filling the void of the Heaven Dou Empire's lack of top-tier combat power for many years, Emperor Xueye's posture became straighter day by day.

His imperial dignity and self-confidence, like a withered tree receiving rain after a long drought, rapidly revived and expanded.

Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader known for his wisdom and vision, made his own choice.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is unwilling to submit to the Spirit Hall's ever-growing ambitions, so it must find allies of sufficient weight on the continent.

The Heavenly Dou Royal Family, which is now showing amazing potential and is very likely to break the existing pattern in the future, is naturally one of the best choices.

Taking this half-step back is both a gesture of goodwill and an investment.

On the right is Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, dressed in a magnificent platinum bishop's robe, with a six-winged angel badge on his chest symbolizing his status.

His face was calm, but his eyes held a hint of gloom.

His seat was also further back than that of Emperor Xueye.

If it were in accordance with the Spirit Hall's usual domineering style, Salas would never have tolerated such an "inferior" arrangement.

The authority of the Spirit Hall surpasses that of secular imperial power; this is an unspoken consensus within the continent's spirit master community.

But just days before the opening ceremony, he received a secret letter from the Papal Palace in Wuhun City.

The contents of the letter forced him to grit his teeth and swallow this bitter pill.