Upon hearing Bibi Dong's words, Ye Tian immediately put away his playful demeanor and casually said, "Teacher, it's actually nothing important. I just wanted to ask for a short leave to go take a look at Heaven Dou City."
"Heaven Dou City?!"
Hearing this place name, Bibi Dong instantly became alert.
"What are you going there for out of the blue?"
Ye Tian found it strange. "Teacher, don't you know that the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect sent me an invitation a few days ago?"
"I know."
Bibi Dong nodded, then shook her head slightly with indifference.
"But so what? There's no need for you to go."
It was merely a full moon banquet. In Bibi Dong's view, the Spirit Hall sending a Platinum Bishop was already giving the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect plenty of face.
When it came to matters involving Heaven Dou City, Bibi Dong would never easily let Ye Tian leave.
Who knew if this brat was lovesick and wanted to go find the two little girls she had sent away to have some fun!
Ye Tian couldn't help but smile and explained, "Teacher, since you've already arranged for White-Clad Bishop Sarath to attend the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's full moon banquet, I naturally won't go to the trouble of personally going to offer congratulations. What's more important than the full moon banquet is the upcoming opening of the Longevity Pavilion. This is the Longevity Pavilion's first auction, so I naturally have to be there in person to see the response those Pills bring."
After speaking, Ye Tian stared straight at Bibi Dong, locking eyes with her.
Bibi Dong also remained silent, simply looking into Ye Tian's eyes as if scrutinizing him, judging whether he was lying.
After a long silence, Bibi Dong finally nodded.
"Alright..."
"Thank you for your permission, Teacher!"
A slight smile appeared on Ye Tian's face as he bowed to Bibi Dong.
But before the smile could fade, Bibi Dong changed her tone. "It's possible, but I have conditions."
"Uh... conditions?"
Ye Tian's expression fell as he looked helplessly at Bibi Dong.
"That's right, conditions!"
Bibi Dong nodded solemnly, her fair cheeks suddenly flushing with color. Holding her scepter, she leaned forward slightly and beckoned to Ye Tian, commanding, "Come stand in front of me first."
Ye Tian glanced at Bibi Dong, and seeing no reaction from her, he could only sigh helplessly and nod.
Then, Ye Tian lowered his head.
Somewhat reluctantly, step by step, he ascended the stairs before him.
Bibi Dong watched Ye Tian's unwilling figure...
and pursed her red lips.
It didn't matter—sooner or later, this step had to be taken. Since Ye Tian was unwilling, she would take the initiative. If he resisted, then she would be more forceful!
Whether soft or hard, Ye Tian would have to accept one, right?
As Bibi Dong watched Ye Tian approach, the Pill Fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose grew increasingly rich... refreshing her mind, yet stirring a faint restlessness in her heart.
Ye Tian had already climbed those ninety-nine steps.
Standing before the Pope's exclusive throne, just two or three steps away from Bibi Dong.
He could even catch the faint fragrance emanating from her.
He also noticed the hint of pink on Bibi Dong's face.
Suppressing the ripples in his heart, Ye Tian spread his hands and asked with unease, "Teacher, what exactly is the condition? Can you tell me now?"
"Hmm~"
Bibi Dong's face grew even redder.
She leaned forward somewhat awkwardly, bringing her face closer to Ye Tian.
Under Ye Tian's bewildered gaze.
She raised a hand to point at her flushed cheek, her phoenix eyes blinking as her red lips parted slightly, "You... should understand, right?"
"Gulp~"
Ye Tian swallowed hard, his expression troubled. Looking at Bibi Dong like this, of course he knew what she meant.
"Is there room for negotiation?"
Ye Tian tugged at the corner of his mouth and asked.
"Do you think this Pope is the kind of person who goes back on her word?"
Bibi Dong frowned.
Seeing Ye Tian frozen in place, she endured the shame that always lingered in her heart whenever she took the initiative in seeking affection and leaned her face closer to Ye Tian once more.
"What are you waiting for?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. "Is it not possible?"
Ye Tian took a deep breath, looking at Bibi Dong before him, whose face was as radiant as a lovesick maiden's, and closed his eyes.
He sighed inwardly, what a shameless woman!
But Ye Tian understood that he couldn't refuse, and besides, he hadn't intended to refuse.
If a woman could be this shameless.
As a fellow human, and a man at that, what did he have to fear?
He might as well treat it like taking a bite of a sacred fungus!
Ye Tian opened his eyes and looked at Bibi Dong, finding her utterly enchanting.
He murmured to himself.
"Besides... it's not like it's impossible."
"What?"
Bibi Dong looked at Ye Tian somewhat confused.
Occupied by shyness, she wasn't fully present and hadn't clearly heard what Ye Tian said.
"Ah, it's nothing!"
Ye Tian snapped back to reality, his expression turning calm and composed.
He took a step forward, walking toward Bibi Dong.
Ye Tian's roughly 1.7-meter-tall figure pressed forward, making Bibi Dong feel a somewhat scorching sense of suffocation, her heartbeat uncontrollably accelerating.
Before Bibi Dong could react to that suffocating feeling.
Ye Tian walked straight up to her, raised his hands, and cupped the tender face of Bibi Dong, who was still seated upright on the Pope's throne, directly facing Ye Tian's heart.
Slap!
A crisp sound rang out, and Bibi Dong's pupils dilated, somewhat dazed.
Before Bibi Dong could regain her senses.
Ye Tian had already cradled Bibi Dong's head, shifting her gaze from the position of his heart to his face, leaving her completely exposed...
Bibi Dong looked at Ye Tian's handsome face, inhaled the now-intense Pill Fragrance, and stared into Ye Tian's composed eyes.
Her heart grew even more tense and excited, her fingers tightening around the scepter in her hand, even breaking into a sweat.
Ye Tian held Bibi Dong's face, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow.
He slowly bent down, lowering his head, about to press his lips against Bibi Dong's red lips.
Just as their breaths mingled and Bibi Dong's breathing grew erratic, Ye Tian's hands applied slight pressure, gently shifting Bibi Dong's face so that their lips missed each other————
With a soft smack!
Ye Tian lightly planted a kiss at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth.
His lips lingered there for a long time.
Allowing Bibi Dong to clearly and deeply feel the heat of those lips.
Her vision blurred, her beautiful face flushed.
A surge of heat rose from the Lower Dantian, causing fine beads of sweat to form on Bibi Dong's back. She felt an uncomfortable damp warmth all over.
The moment he made contact with Bibi Dong, Ye Tian's anxious heart, which had been trembling violently, instantly calmed.
Some things seem incredibly difficult when you think about them.
But when you actually do them, you realize they are a thousand times easier than imagined.
All that needs to be resolved is the courage to take that first step!
It's no big deal. Ye Tian kept his eyes open, unabashedly admiring Bibi Dong's beautiful face. His hands even grew bold, pinching and gently stroking that cold visage, feeling the heat on her tender skin skyrocket.
Seeing the lofty Pope reduced to such a state by his mere touch filled Ye Tian's heart with a sense of conquest.
It was like ambition swelling within him, making him want to do even more outrageous things to this exalted female Pope.
To curse her, whip her, even trample her underfoot and humiliate her!
At the same time, Ye Tian lifted his head and withdrew his mouth, uttering a most treasonous statement.
"Satisfied now, you wench..?"
"Wh-what?"
Bibi Dong was utterly bewildered, looking at Ye Tian in panic as he slowly raised his head.
An even more intense shame sprouted in her heart.
And with it, a strange sense of delight...
"Ah!!"
Ye Tian suddenly snapped awake, hurriedly releasing his grip on Bibi Dong's cheeks. He took two steps back, shaking his head rapidly.
"N-nothing."
Ye Tian looked at Bibi Dong somewhat awkwardly. Just now, he had almost crossed into some indescribable territory...
Fortunately, he reined himself in at the precipice and regained his composure.
Looking at Bibi Dong, he didn't say anything more, simply asking, "This should be enough, right?"
"O-of course..."
Bibi Dong stammered, avoiding his gaze, not daring to look directly at Ye Tian.
She gripped her scepter tightly and lowered her head.
"Then thank you, Teacher."
Ye Tian breathed a sigh of relief, giving a slight nod. He then continued, looking at Bibi Dong, "If there's nothing else, this disciple will take his leave now. Since the opportunity presents itself, I will depart tonight after dinner. Regarding the matter of supporting the Longevity Pavilion, I'll trouble you to inform Sarath in advance."
"No problem."
Bibi Dong took deep breaths, trying to steady herself.
To her, Ye Tian at this moment was unprecedentedly domineering.
She found herself unable to refuse, incapable of mustering any resistance.
Forget being called a wench...
Even if he had slapped her twice, she likely wouldn't have reacted.
"Mhm!"
Ye Tian gave a firm nod, then turned and walked back up the steps.
Only when Ye Tian had returned to the center of the hall did Bibi Dong finally raise her head. Watching his retreating back, she called out to stop him.
"Ling Yuan has been your personal guard for so long; it's finally time for her to be of use. I will instruct her to set aside the tasks I assigned and join you immediately."
"This disciple understands."
Ye Tian nodded casually and walked out of the Papal Hall.
Having a Titled Douluo as a guard was more than welcome. He had no reason to refuse, even if this Titled Douluo guard would be monitoring his every move.
"Subordinate Lü Luo pays her respects to the Holy Son!"
As soon as he stepped out of the Papal Hall, the slender yet abundantly endowed Lü Luo appeared before Ye Tian, bowing gracefully.
The immense assets on her delicate frame trembled along with the movement.
"You may rise. I have finished discussing matters with my teacher; you may go in now."
Ye Tian casually raised his hand, signaling to Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo that there was no need for such formalities.
A flicker of regret passed through Lü Luo's eyes as she looked at Ye Tian, her expression clearly carrying a hint of admiration and a subtle, teasing undertone.
Ever since learning of Ye Tian's true talent, he had become the imagined male lead in Lü Luo's youthful dreams.
Such an exceptionally gifted young genius—and Lü Luo was far from old and faded; she was in the prime of her bloom, like a flower at its most vibrant.
How could she resist feeling a little restless?
But constrained by the strict hierarchy within the Spirit Hall and the many watchful eyes around, Lü Luo dared not act recklessly now. She could only bow respectfully to see him off.
"Yes. Lü Luo respectfully bids farewell to His Highness the Holy Son. If Your Highness has time, please consider visiting the Holy Soul Winery. Lü Luo will certainly instruct them to offer you the finest hospitality."
"Thank you, then."
Ye Tian smiled slightly, then glanced at the deliberately deepened cleavage Lü Luo had accentuated, wrinkled his nose, and turned to leave.
"..."
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo exchanged a look, both shaking their heads with wry amusement.
Truth be told, if Ye Tian had actually dared to flirt with Lü Luo, they could have easily looked the other way, turning a blind eye.
That evening, Ye Tian finished dinner early and, accompanied only by Lingyuan Douluo, left the Wisteria Residence under the reluctant gazes of Bibi Dong and Hu Liena.
Lingyuan Douluo drove the carriage while Ye Tian sat cross-legged inside.
The spirited horses galloped swiftly, and the exquisite, compact carriage soon passed through the gates of Spirit Hall City, speeding off in the direction of the Heaven Dou Empire.
At the same time, the full-moon banquet hosted by the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect for their one and only little princess was about to begin.
The invited factions had long since sent representatives to the sizable town managed by the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and they were now making their way one after another toward the inner sect.
The venue for the full-moon banquet was a towering pagoda-like structure. Even in the evening, the gems and luminous pearls embedded along its outer eaves and roof had already begun to glow with their respective lights.
This high tower was specifically used by the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect for hosting grand banquets. In years past, Ning Fengzhi's succession ceremony had been held here.
The ground floor alone could comfortably accommodate over a thousand guests for a banquet—and that was with each person having their own individual table.
For an event like a full-moon banquet, the truly prominent major powers naturally wouldn't send their highest-ranking members; most sent representatives instead.
Thus, Ning Fengzhi didn't pay it too much mind. He had taken his seat at the head table early on, with Zhao Rong'er, who had regained much of her vitality, seated beside him. In her arms, she cradled the still-swaddled Ning Rongrong.
Watching the congratulatory gifts brought by representatives of various factions and listening to their well-wishes, Zhao Rong'er beamed with joy.
"Husband, you rich folks are simply too much. The things they've sent—I've never even heard of half of them."
As she spoke, Zhao Rong'er grabbed a large pork knuckle and began gnawing on it.
"Ahem—" Ning Fengzhi gave a strained smile and looked at Zhao Rong'er, reminding her, "Rong'er, you're still in the nursing period. Maybe avoid such greasy food."
"Hmph! If I don't eat more, how will I have enough milk? Besides, the way I'm growing bigger and producing more milk now doesn't just benefit our daughter—you get to enjoy it too, don't you?"
"Ahem, cough, cough!!"
Before Zhao Rong'er could finish speaking, Ning Fengzhi began coughing loudly.
His old face was nearly turning red.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo sat on either side of the old couple, eyes closed, pretending not to hear.
"Rong'er, don't use such coarse language on a day like this."
Ning Fengzhi held Zhao Rong'er's hand and urged her.
"Coarse language? What's coarse about it?"
Zhao Rong'er frowned, her face full of confusion.
"Ahem~"
Ning Fengzhi was truly at a loss.
He had no choice but to compromise.
"Alright, alright, Rong'er, eat if you want to."
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