Chapter 97: 114. Insulting Him Equals Insulting Me
The incident at Sky Valley Ridge drew the attention of all forces on the continent toward Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect.
The Clear Sky Sect was preparing funerals for their late sect master and elders, while Spirit Hall's side remained suspiciously quiet.
As a leading power on the continent, how Spirit Hall would handle the matter became a focal point of concern.
Soon, bad news arrived—Pope Qian Xunji had died from critical wounds sustained in battle against Tang Hao.
In the underground chamber of the Pope Palace, Qian Xunji, heavily injured and slow to heal, was confined to rest.
At that moment, the chamber door opened and Bibi Dong appeared.
The innocence long gone from her face, her wine-red hair now shifting toward purple.
"Dong'er, you're here," Qian Xunji said without caution.
During his convalescence, it was Bibi Dong who had tended to him.
"Yes, teacher, I've come," Bibi Dong said step by step, suddenly spreading eight spider claws behind her. A chilling murderous gleam shone in her beautiful eyes. "I've come for a debt."
"Brazen—" Qian Xunji sensed danger and tried to summon the Holy Sword, but found his soul power sealed.
"Damn, the medicine must have been tainted," Qian Xunji gritted his teeth.
"You're right. I put soul-sealing drugs in your medicine," Bibi Dong sneered.
Suddenly, she appeared before him, eight spider spears aimed at Qian Xunji.
He looked at the spears without resistance—as if resigned to die.
Yet the spider spears passed through him, stabbing into the wall behind.
"Before I kill you, there's something I wonder," Bibi Dong said coldly, staring at him. "All the Great Three Sects and the two great empires have rules and procedures for choosing heirs—whom to meet at what age."
"But I don't understand—after you brought me back, you seemed to deliberately raise me as an innocent, naive girl," Bibi Dong frowned. "As if all this was waiting for Yu Xiaogang to appear."
"Yes, a lonely, unloved Bibi Dong in Spirit Hall, high ranked but friendless, finally met a companion she could talk to freely. Naturally, her relationship blossomed, with you, her teacher, pushing from behind."
"During my growth, you kept me isolated, forbade others from associating closely with me, but let a stranger approach me. It was only when I nearly eloped with him that you stopped me."
"To sever our bond, as my teacher, you had many options—you chose the worst."
"Teacher, what was your purpose?" Bibi Dong demanded.
Qian Xunji's eyes flickered with panic but he masked it quickly. In his usual icy tone, he said, "Hmph. I raised you from a child, hoping to use your body to bear superior offspring for me. You are my forbidden treasure—I cannot let others near you. I didn't expect that waste Yu Xiaogang would interfere, and Dong'er, you almost turned away from Spirit Hall for that waste. So don't blame me for breaking up this foolish pair."
Then regret filled his voice, "Damn it. Just because you can bear me more superior offspring, I kept you—even though I never expected today's trouble. Had I known, I should have killed you the moment Xue'er was born."
"Today that fate falls upon you. I accept it—come!" Qian Xunji said resolutely.
"You are Pope of Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall is under your control. You wouldn't know Yu Xiaogang was approaching your disciple me? You wouldn't know Yu Xiaogang coveted Spirit Hall's archives?"
"You even gained the title of Theory Master through him—it was he who convinced you! You didn't know any of this?"
Qian Xunji fell silent.
The blind never see, but the clear see all. Those trapped by obsession rarely notice the strange fog surrounding events.
"Answer me!" Bibi Dong grabbed Qian Xunji, her eyes flashing red.
"You—" Qian Xunji was shocked.
Even though his soul power was sealed only temporarily, it was still humiliating for a level 95 Titled Douluo to be infiltrated by an 88-level Soul Douluo like Bibi Dong. Since when were eight-ring Douluo so fierce?
"My name is Qian Xunji, born of the Angel clan. I ascended to Titled Douluo at fifty."
"In my era, before the Clear Sky Twin Stars, I was by far the youngest Titled Douluo of my generation."
"You might envy my elite talent, but inside I was always dissatisfied."
"Am I proud of my achievements? No—it's shameful."
"The Angel clan's martial soul is a godly gift from our ancestor, guaranteed upon ascension. Yet compared to my ancestors, my talent is mediocre."
"I am fifty now, but even after exhausting my abilities, my peak is no more than a level 97 Super Douluo."
"Compared to the past Angel patrons of Spirit Hall, my talent is nothing."
"At six, when I awakened my martial soul, I saw disappointment in my father's and the patron uncles' eyes."
"My father told me, 'Your mediocre talent is because your mother's was mediocre—your innate origin is flawed.'"
"My mother died giving birth to me. The Angel martial soul consumes greatly the mother's origin power—not all can bear such a burden."
"I don't blame my mother. She died for me. But I will not allow my offspring to suffer as I have."
"I later participated in Angel God's trial, but earned only the Black rank, compared to my father's Red."
"Even the Angel God did not recognize my talent."
"A god is noble and mighty. Before mortals, I wield the Pope's authority."
"But before the god, I am so lowly I lack the right even to gaze upon her glory."
"This truth struck me hard. Our clan worships the Angel God—devotees willing to lay down their lives for her heir. To be abandoned by the god is worse than death."
"Black rank means the Angel God has turned her gaze away from me—I am forsaken."
"This brought me unparalleled loneliness and fear. For long I knelt before the Angel temple, praying for a gentler gaze from the divine ancestor."
"'The god neglects you. Why not prove your existence to her?'"
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