Chapter 16 Bibi Dong: You little pervert, are you dumbfounded? Qian Xunji: The Spirit Hall suffered a crushing defeat? Are you kidding me!
Lan Yue felt a rush of heat to her head, and it seemed like something warm was about to flow out of her nose.
Blue Moon screamed wildly in her heart:
'A fairy! This is definitely a fairy!'
That's a foul!
'Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!!!'
'I'm still a child! I can't handle this!'
Looking at Lan Yue, who looked like a little white rabbit about to be devoured by a big bad wolf.
Bibi Dong, who had been keeping a tight face and pretending to be fierce, finally couldn't hold back anymore.
"Pfft—"
She first chuckled softly, unable to suppress her laughter, and then burst into uncontrollable joy.
"Giggle giggle..."
Silvery laughter echoed in the narrow carriage.
Bibi Dong loosened her arms, covered her red lips with one hand, and laughed heartily.
Bibi Dong's body trembled.
The curves that were already particularly eye-catching because of the movement just now.
At this moment, it resembles a lotus flower swaying in the wind, with waves rising and falling, making people dizzy.
Sunlight shone on Bibi Dong's slightly flushed cheeks as she smiled, making even the fine downy hairs clearly visible, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Lan Yue, who was originally screaming "Don't come any closer!" in her mind, was instantly confused.
fear?
It does not exist.
At this moment, Lan Yue's mind was completely blank, and her vision seemed to be glued shut.
The movements of Bibi Dong rose and fell.
'This...is this the legendary smile that can topple cities?'
'It's a bit fierce, but... it smells so good!'
Bibi Dong finished laughing and caught a glimpse of Lan Yue out of the corner of her eye, looking dazed and silly, with even a hint of liquid about to spill from the corner of her mouth.
The jealousy and competitive spirit in her heart were instantly and greatly satisfied.
It seems that I, the Holy Maiden, am still more charming.
That guy, Chaotianxiang, is only good because she's older. How can she compare to me, who's young and invincible?
"Hmph, you little pervert, are you dumbfounded?"
Bibi Dong was in a great mood. She stretched out her slender, jade-like fingers and gently flicked Lan Yue's smooth forehead.
"I'll let you off this time, but if you ever dare to stare at other women in front of your sister again..."
Bibi Dong paused deliberately, giving him a charming sidelong glance that was full of threat:
"I'll gouge out your eyes and use them as bubbles to stomp on!"
After saying that, Bibi Dong finally withdrew from that extremely imposing posture with satisfaction, lazily leaned back on the cushion, and resumed her noble saintly demeanor.
But the smug smile on her lips was impossible to suppress.
Lan Yue felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly shrank back into a corner to catch her breath, but his eyes still couldn't help but glance at Bibi Dong from time to time.
...
At the same time.
A thousand miles away, in Spirit City.
As a sacred place in the hearts of all Soul Masters across the continent, Spirit City stands tall and majestic.
The Papal Palace, located at the highest point in the city, is resplendent in gold and symbolizes supreme power.
At that moment, the heavy, gilded doors of the Papal Palace were suddenly pushed open.
"Report—!!!"
A hurried and hoarse voice broke the solemnity of the hall.
A Soul Emperor with wings on his back, looking travel-worn, stumbled into the main hall without even bothering to retract his Martial Soul.
His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his face was full of exhaustion and anxiety.
Clearly, he had spared no effort in expending his soul power to fly back at full speed.
This Soul Emperor was the very confidant Zhao Zi had sent immediately after she encountered Bibi Dong and her group at the edge of the forest and learned of the Spirit Hall's disastrous expedition to Seagod Island.
In order to deliver this earth-shattering intelligence as quickly as possible, he hardly stopped along the way.
After exhausting his soul power, he also killed three fast horses.
Finally, relying on the advantages of his flying-type martial soul, he managed to fly over the last part of the journey.
On the high throne in the Papal Palace.
The current Pope, Qian Xunji, sat upright here, his magnificent golden papal robes accentuating his imposing presence.
At this moment, Qian Xunji was looking down at a document in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.
Hearing the sudden intrusion, Qian Xunji slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the disheveled Soul Emperor, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
He vaguely remembered this person; he was a capable subordinate of Zhao Zi, known for his speed.
Logically, Elder Zhao Zi was responsible for receiving the team returning from Seagod Island.
Judging by the time, they should have just received the person not long ago, so why did she send someone back so quickly?
And judging from the Soul Emperor's flustered appearance, could it be...?
Qian Xunji's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.
"What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disrespectful!"
Although Qian Xunji was surprised and suspicious, he maintained the Pope's dignity and said in a deep voice:
"Elder Zhao Zi asked you to come back, but has the battle at the front yielded results?"
Where are the saintesses now?
The flying Soul Emperor knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold marble floor, his body trembling uncontrollably from exhaustion and fear.
Upon hearing the Pope's question, he dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly picked out the most important news to say, hoping to quell the Pope's impending wrath.
"Reporting to...Reporting to His Holiness the Pope!"
"Her Highness is safe and sound! She has not suffered any harm!"
"At this moment, Her Highness the Holy Maiden is being personally escorted by Elder Zhao Zi and is on her way back to Spirit City. Everything is fine."
Hearing that Bibi Dong was alright, Qian Xunji's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and his previously anxious heart was relieved.
Bibi Dong is not only his disciple, but also the future hope of the Spirit Hall. A genius with twin spirits, she must not be lost.
"It's good that everyone is alright."
Qian Xunji sat back on his throne, his tone softening slightly, and asked casually:
"Since the Holy Maiden is alright, why are you so flustered?"
Could it be that the battle didn't yield the expected results, and they failed to completely capture Poseidon Island?
In his view, it didn't matter if they didn't succeed; as long as the person came back, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
However, the Soul Emperor on the ground lowered his head even further, his voice trembling like a candle flickering in the wind:
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
"This trip...this trip by the Spirit Hall...a crushing defeat!"
"What?"
Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard an unbelievable joke.
A contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of his lips:
"A crushing defeat?"
What nonsense are you talking about?
"That Poseidon Island is nothing more than a deserted island isolated overseas, inhabited by uncivilized barbarian fishermen."
"I have specially dispatched two Title Douluos to accompany me this time, along with two thousand elite Soul Masters. How could we possibly lose?"
"Even if we encountered some resistance, at most we just failed to conquer the entire island. How can you say it was a 'major defeat'?"
Qian Xunji simply did not believe it.
The Spirit Hall's strength is unparalleled on the continent; with two Title Douluo, it is enough to sweep away any force outside of the three upper sects.
How could a mere Poseidon Island possibly withstand the Spirit Hall's iron hooves?
[end of the chapter]