He's here!
He really came!
He was covered in injuries...
Did you come to see me?
Seeing Ning Lin's body covered in wounds, Bibi Dong's eyes instantly reddened.
She knew without even thinking that this was definitely her teacher's doing!
In an instant, her gaze toward Qian Xunji was filled with hatred.
As for Yu Xiaogang, he was completely dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the man who looked as if he had been pulled from a pool of blood, his mouth agape, his mind a complete blank.
How could he... how dare he?
How dare he force his way into the Papal Palace?!
This is the power center of the Spirit Hall! It is the most sacred and majestic place on the entire continent!
That madman!
Then, an even more terrifying thought came to mind.
He not only dared to venture in, he actually charged in!
What about those experts His Holiness the Pope sent out?
Twelve Soul Emperors!
Incredibly, they couldn't even stop a Soul King?
Then compare yourself to that good-for-nothing who can't even break through level 30 in martial spirit and can only deceive people with his words...
A powerful surge of jealousy and resentment, almost consuming him, welled up in his heart.
Why should I?!
This world is so unfair!
"Your Holiness the Pope!"
Yu Xiaogang completely lost his composure. He pointed at Ning Lin and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"This person has trespassed into the Papal Palace, showing utter disrespect and deserving of death!"
"Your Majesty, please give the order immediately to kill him on the spot!"
He wants Ning Lin dead!
Now, immediately, right now!
Qian Xunji ignored his shouts.
His gaze remained fixed on Ning Lin.
This young man is quite remarkable.
His talent, strength, and courage far surpass those of ordinary people.
He is a promising talent.
Unfortunately... he ended up getting involved with Bibi Dong.
Then we can't keep them.
A flash of killing intent crossed Qian Xunji's eyes.
Bibi Dong keenly sensed this murderous intent. Her expression changed, and without thinking, she rushed over, spreading her arms to block Ning Lin's path.
"teacher!"
"You can't touch him!"
She used her body to shield the man behind her, her beautiful phoenix eyes meeting Qian Xunji's gaze without fear.
Ning Lin felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at the delicate figure standing in front of her.
This journey was worthwhile.
Qian Xunji looked at his most prized disciple, who was openly defying him for the sake of another man, and his expression turned somewhat ugly.
But he did not react immediately.
He knew that Bibi Dong had a strong personality, and that forcibly killing her would only push her further away.
Currently, Bibi Dong is only a Soul Emperor of the sixties in this hall, and Ning Lin is seriously injured, so she is not a threat at all.
The power of life and death was entirely in his hands.
He has plenty of time and means.
To kill someone, you must also destroy their spirit.
The fake, gentle smile reappeared on Qian Xunji's face.
He looked at Ning Lin and spoke slowly.
"Young man, I admire your courage."
"But do you know how much trouble your actions today will bring to yourself and those behind you?"
"Now, I'm giving you a chance."
Qian Xunji turned his gaze to Bibi Dong, who was blocking his way, but spoke to Ning Lin.
"Now, in front of all of us, tell Bibi Dong."
Tell her you've never liked her.
"Tell her that you approached her only to use her and steal secrets from my Spirit Hall; you have ulterior motives!"
"If you tell me, I will not only spare your life, but also give you endless riches and honors."
"how?"
What a vicious plan!
Ning Lin sneered inwardly.
Just like in the original story, Qian Xunji enjoys manipulating people's hearts.
He used similar methods to bewitch Yu Xiaogang, leading him to get close to his cousin Liu Erlong, which ultimately led to a tragedy for the three of them.
Now, he wants to use the same trick again to break down Bibi Dong's psychological defenses.
"Don't even think about it!"
Before Ning Lin could speak, Bibi Dong had already retorted excitedly.
"Teacher! Don't pressure him! I believe in him!"
"Dong'er, you're too naive."
Qianxun shook her head, looking compassionate and sympathetic.
"Human nature is treacherous. You don't know how despicable some people will use to climb the social ladder."
His gaze once again locked onto Ning Lin.
"Speak."
Ning Lin looked at him, twitched the corners of her mouth, and revealed a mocking smile.
"You want me to play along with your act?"
"You dare to challenge me?"
How could he possibly agree to such an unreasonable request?
"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty shot."
Qian Xunji's face finally darkened.
He no longer tried to hide it.
"Since you're unwilling to tell me yourself, then I'll... lend you a hand."
The moment the words fell, a strange golden light flashed in Qian Xunji's eyes!
An invisible and intangible yet incredibly powerful spiritual force silently invaded Ning Lin's mind!
Angelic thought!
This is a special ability inherited from the Angelic Martial Soul, enough to subtly control someone whose mind is far inferior to one's own!
Ning Lin felt a sudden, sharp pain in his brain, as if a red-hot iron needle had pierced it.
His vision went black, and his consciousness began to blur.
He resisted desperately, but the difference in soul power between him and Qian Xunji was too great. That spiritual power was like a maggot clinging to his bones, constantly eroding his will.
"Ning Lin?"
Bibi Dong noticed something was wrong with him and turned around to look at him with concern.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang, who was standing to the side, showed an excited and expectant expression.
He knew that His Holiness the Pope had made a move!
He couldn't wait to see Ning Lin publicly humiliate Bibi Dong, and then be killed by Bibi Dong's own hands!
Qian Xunji's lips curled up in a smug smile.
Everything is under control.
Under Bibi Dong's anxious gaze, Ning Lin's originally resolute eyes gradually became empty and blank.
He just stood there blankly, like a puppet that had lost its soul.
The atmosphere beneath the papal throne was frozen.
Yu Xiaogang's face was now filled with an uncontrollable, morbid ecstasy.
He could almost see that the next moment, this man named Ning Lin would kneel on the ground like a dog and utter the most vicious and hurtful words that would pierce Bibi Dong's heart.
Qian Xunji's smile was deep, and he was confident of victory.
No one can resist the erosion of the angel's divine will, especially when the difference in soul power is so great.
Dong'er, my good disciple.
Look carefully.
This is the man you've set your sights on.
He's just a piece of trash that I can control at will.
Bibi Dong's heart sank to the bottom.
Looking into Ning Lin's lifeless eyes, a wave of despair washed over her.
She didn't blame Ning Lin.
She only hated herself and her teacher, who was such a despicable and shameless person!
However.
Just when everyone thought the situation was settled.
A cluster of eerie white flames quietly ignited deep within Ning Lin's empty eyes.
Bone Spirit Cold Fire!
(End of chapter)