Chapter 114 Bibi Dong is furious! Qian Daobai seizes the papacy!
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong was not disappointed at all; on the contrary, she became even more excited.
This is truly my master!
True strength lies in not caring about worldly alliances and conflicts.
She bowed respectfully to the gate of the mansion before turning around and leaving with light steps.
...
The Imperial Palace of Heavenly Dou, Imperial Study.
Qian Renxue sat upright behind her desk, holding a vermilion brush in her hand, meticulously reviewing the mountain of memorials.
She wore a light gold palace dress, her long hair tied up high, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful neck, and her brows exuded an innate majesty and nobility.
Now, she is called Xue Ye, and she is the "Great Emperor" of the Heaven Dou Empire.
She held all the military and political power of the entire empire in her own hands.
Suddenly, she paused, her vermilion brush paused, and she looked up.
A white figure appeared silently inside the hall, as if he had always been there.
"Master."
Qian Renxue immediately put down her pen, stood up to greet him, and looked very respectful.
"Um."
Qian Daobai responded and walked to the side, his gaze falling on the memorials.
Qian Renxue stepped aside and stood quietly, without disturbing her.
She knew that her master was observing her ability to handle government affairs.
Qian Daobai casually picked up a memorial and began to read it.
The above concerns the allocation of disaster relief funds in the southern provinces. Qian Renxue's instructions were clear, concise, and well-organized, taking into account both the resettlement of disaster victims and the pressure on the national treasury. The handling of the matter was quite skillful.
He flipped through several books in a row. From military equipment to personnel, from taxation to law, Qian Renxue's handling of the matter was perfect, without a single flaw.
"Well done."
Qian Daobai put down the memorial and gave a brief comment.
Upon receiving her master's praise, Qian Renxue felt a surge of joy, but she dared not show it on her face.
"It's all thanks to my master's excellent teaching."
Qian Daobai did not reply. He walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked towards the distant south.
That's the direction of the Spirit Hall.
"Get ready."
His voice rang out calmly.
"Let's go back to the Spirit Hall."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's heart stirred.
Back to the Spirit Hall?
Is Master finally going to make a move against that woman?
Her emotions were somewhat complicated, but more than anything, she felt a sense of relief and anticipation.
"Yes, Master."
Without asking a single question, she immediately bowed and accepted the order.
"I'll arrange it right away."
Qian Renxue turned around and began to issue orders in an orderly manner, mobilizing the hidden personnel, arranging the return route and handover matters, and handling everything in an orderly manner.
...
at the same time.
Somewhere on the mainland, in a secluded, deep canyon.
The waterfall hangs like an inverted Milky Way, enveloped in misty vapor.
On a huge rock by the pool, sat a woman dressed in papal robes.
It was Bibi Dong.
Her eyes were closed, and a layer of purplish-black soul power surrounded her, her aura rising at an astonishing speed.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide.
Two beams of tangible purple light shot out from her eyes, leaving two bottomless holes in the opposite stone wall.
"call..."
Bibi Dong exhaled a long breath of stale air.
That breath of foul air was as black as ink, and when it landed, it made a hissing, corrosive sound.
She stood up, feeling the surging soul power within her body, and a trace of color finally returned to her pale face.
"The injuries have finally healed."
Her voice was slightly hoarse, but it was filled with deep-seated hatred.
"Qian Daobai..."
She pronounced the name slowly and deliberately, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms.
In their last encounter, she suffered a crushing defeat, not only sustaining severe injuries but also having her dignity as Pope trampled underfoot.
During her recovery, she constantly recalled the details of that battle.
She had to admit that the man was as strong as a monster.
But Bibi Dong would never admit defeat so easily!
"It's time to go back."
A resolute glint flashed in her eyes.
"The Spirit Hall is mine!"
With a flash, she transformed into a purple streak of light, soaring into the sky and disappearing at the end of the canyon.
Several days later.
Wuhun City, Papal Palace.
When Bibi Dong reappeared before the grand hall that symbolized the highest power on the continent, she keenly sensed something was amiss.
It's too quiet.
The Templar Knights guarding the Papal Palace still stood ramrod straight, but their eyes held less of the fanatical reverence and more of awe and... detachment.
Moreover, their positions and patrol routes have undergone subtle changes.
This is a completely new way of deploying defenses, which is more rigorous and more efficient.
This is not her style.
Bibi Dong's heart sank suddenly.
She ignored the knights who were bowing and walked straight into the hall.
The empty hall echoed with the sound of her footsteps.
She walked up the high steps and looked at the papal throne where she had sat for many years.
The throne remained the same, but the atmosphere of the entire hall had changed.
It became unfamiliar, and it made her feel a little...oppressed.
"Someone come here!"
Bibi Dong's voice rang out in the main hall.
A cardinal strode out from the side hall and knelt on one knee.
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope."
His voice sounded respectful, but Bibi Dong could detect a hint of unnaturalness in it.
"What happened in the palace while I was away?"
Bibi Dong stared at him and asked, word by word.
The cardinal trembled and lowered his head even further.
"Replying to Your Majesty, it's...it's nothing..."
"explain!"
Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rose.
A powerful pressure of soul energy instantly enveloped the entire hall.
The cardinal trembled under this oppressive aura, sweating profusely.
"It's...it's the High Priest..."
He finally couldn't withstand the pressure and said in a trembling voice.
"The Grand Elder... he has taken over all the affairs of the Spirit Hall."
"From the Hall of Elders to the Hall of Judgment, all the high-ranking officials have already… pledged their allegiance to him."
boom!
These words struck Bibi Dong like a bolt from the blue.
She staggered back a step, her face turning deathly pale instantly.
Thousand Daobao!
Another thousand cypress trees!
He not only seriously injured himself, but also took advantage of the time he was recovering to usurp the power that belonged to him!
A surge of overwhelming rage welled up from the depths of her heart, threatening to consume her reason.
"Don't even think about it!"
Bibi Dong's voice was sharp and distorted.
"As long as I, Bibi Dong, remain in the Spirit Hall, I am the Pope!"
"This place is under my control!"
A mad light gleamed in her eyes.
Just because she can't win a direct confrontation doesn't mean she has no other options.
"Issue my secret order to summon Ghost, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and all those loyal to me."
Her voice was filled with resentment and malice.
(End of chapter)