Chapter 118 Qian Renxue Ascends the Throne! Bibi Dong's Story Ends!
Qian Renxue understood that this was her master's decision, and also a test for herself.
She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and straightened her back.
The holiness and majesty of the Angelic Martial Soul emanated from her.
She looked around at the people kneeling on the ground, her voice clear and firm.
"I, Qian Renxue, will succeed to the position of Pope."
The old man was the first to react and immediately shouted:
"Greetings, Your Majesty the New Emperor!"
"Greetings, Your Majesty the New Emperor!"
The roaring sound echoed throughout the hall for a long time.
The situation at the Spirit Hall has changed.
An era belonging to Qian Renxue officially began at this moment.
The roaring sound echoed throughout the hall for a long time.
The situation at the Spirit Hall has changed.
An era belonging to Qian Renxue officially began at this moment.
The people kneeling on the ground had extremely complicated feelings.
Astonishment, shock, fear, and... a hint of secret fanaticism.
They witnessed Bibi Dong's defeat and Qian Daobai's godlike methods.
They had doubts about the new emperor, but even more so, they felt awe for the man behind her.
With such a high-ranking official in charge, who would dare to question him? Who would dare to disobey him?
Qian Renxue stood still, feeling the countless gazes cast upon her from below.
Her back was straight without a single bend.
She was enveloped in the holy radiance of the Angelic Martial Soul, making her appear majestic and sacred.
But only she knew that her heart was not as calm as it appeared.
pope.
The weight these two words carried almost crushed her.
She subconsciously turned her gaze to Qian Daobai beside her.
The man remained calm and composed, as if this power shift that could shake the entire continent was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.
He noticed Qian Renxue's gaze, turned his head, and spoke in a calm voice.
"This place is now in your hands."
After saying that, he turned around and slowly walked towards the back of the main hall, seemingly intending to leave.
Qian Renxue's heart tightened.
She knew this was the first test her master had given her.
She must face this situation alone and keep people calm.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and glanced at the kneeling crowd below.
"Elders, bishops, please rise."
Her voice was clear and melodious, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"Thank you, Your Majesty the New Emperor!"
Only then did everyone dare to stand up, but they still kept their heads down, not daring to look directly at her face.
Qian Renxue frowned slightly as she looked at the devastated hall and the still shocking bloodstains on the walls.
"Pass on my orders."
"Block the news of Bibidon's defection and announce to the public that His Holiness the Pope has caught a cold and needs to rest for a while. I will temporarily handle the affairs of the palace."
Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.
They originally thought that the first thing the new emperor would do upon taking office was to purge Bibi Dong's cronies and completely declare the end of the Bibi Dong era.
Unexpectedly, she chose such a gentle approach.
The elder who spoke first, the second elder of the Spirit Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo, stepped forward and respectfully asked:
"Your Majesty, why is this?"
"Bibi Dong's crimes are outrageous and the evidence is irrefutable. Why not make them public to set the record straight?"
Qian Renxue glanced at him and slowly said:
"Bibi Dong has been in charge of the Spirit Hall for many years, with deep roots and wide influence."
"Although she has now fled, if this matter were to spread immediately, it would inevitably cause a huge upheaval within the Spirit Hall, and might even give the two great empires an opportunity to take advantage of it."
"To repel external aggression, one must first secure internal stability."
"Right now, stability is the top priority."
Her words were clear and logical, and every sentence made sense.
A hint of approval flashed in Golden Crocodile Douluo's cloudy eyes, and he bowed again.
"Your Majesty's wisdom and foresight are truly admirable."
The others echoed this sentiment, and their gazes toward Qian Renxue held a newfound genuine approval.
This new emperor is not merely a puppet of the Grand Master.
She possesses her own wisdom and skill.
"Second Offering".
Qian Renxue looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo.
"Your subject is present."
"The task of calming the hearts of the people in the palace is now entrusted to you."
"Your subject obeys!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo responded in a deep voice.
"The rest of you, each do your part, clean the main hall, repair the damaged parts, and make sure to restore everything to its original state as quickly as possible."
"yes!"
Everyone accepted the order in unison and began to act in an orderly manner.
A storm that could have overturned the Spirit Hall was temporarily suppressed by Qian Renxue in the most stable way.
...
night.
The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the dome of the Papal Palace.
Qian Renxue stood alone in the center of the empty hall.
The daytime hustle and bustle had subsided, and everything had returned to its usual solemnity, as if that thrilling battle had never happened.
But she knew that everything had changed.
From this day forward, she is the master of this great hall.
He is the supreme ruler of the entire Spirit Hall.
She walked to the papal throne, a symbol of supreme power, and reached out to gently stroke its cool, ornate patterns.
An unprecedented sense of loneliness welled up in my heart.
"Sit down."
A calm voice sounded from behind.
Qian Renxue turned around and saw that Qian Daobai had appeared behind her at some point.
"Master."
She bowed respectfully.
Qian Daobai ignored her politeness and simply repeated it.
"Sit down."
Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment, but still obeyed and slowly sat down on the large throne.
The throne was very large, which made her figure appear somewhat petite.
How are you feeling?
Qian Daobai asked.
"Very...empty."
Qian Renxue expressed her most genuine feelings.
"Power is empty in itself."
A thousand cypress trees line the road.
"What fills it is strength."
"You handled things well today. But that's just strategy, tactics, not the way."
"In the face of absolute power, any schemes are nothing but a joke."
"Just like Bibi Dong."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly.
She understood what her master meant.
She was able to maintain her position not because of her brilliant schemes, but simply because Qian Daobai stood behind her.
"What level is your soul power?"
Qian Daobai suddenly asked.
"Reporting to Master, level eighty-nine."
Qian Renxue replied.
"not enough."
Qian Daobai shook his head.
"The Pope of the Spirit Hall must be a Title Douluo."
"This will be your biggest weakness."
A bitter expression appeared on Qian Renxue's face.
"Disciple understands. However, the threshold from level 89 to level 90 cannot be crossed overnight."
"Perhaps it is for others."
Qian Daobai looked at her, his eyes calm and indifferent.
"But you are my disciple."
As soon as he finished speaking, he extended his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and pointed in the air towards Qian Renxue.
(End of chapter)