To be honest, ordinary people probably wouldn't know the relationship between Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong. However, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo are not just the left and right hands of the Supre Pontiff; they are also senior elders of Spirit Hall with their influence and network. While they might not officially know, in secret, these two have already pieced together most of the truth. They even understand the suspicious circumstances surrounding the death of the previous Supre Pontiff, Qian Xunji. They just choose not to speak of it openly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, confirming their understanding of each other. Then, in the presence of Qian Daoliu, they respectfully bowed and pledged:
"We shall follow the Grand Worship's teachings."
Trading a single ssage for four soul bones? Worth it.
After speaking with Qian Daoliu, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo pulled Chen Ming aside and quietly asked about his condition. Upon hearing that Chen Ming had barely escaped death, the two displayed so complex emotions.
If Chen Ming had risked his life to save soone else, they would have surely scolded him for not valuing his own life. But the person Chen Ming saved had a special identity, leaving them unable to reprimand him.
Chrysanthemum Douluo gritted his teeth, took out the soul bone Qian Daoliu had just given him from his storage soul tool, and shoved it into Chen Ming's hands.
"Xiao Ming, this soul bone was earned with your life. You should absorb it. Your master is getting old and has no hope of improving his strength. If you absorb this soul bone, I'll feel more at ease as you travel the continent."
"And take this skull and leg bone too." Although Ghost Douluo was reluctant to part with these soul bones, which suited him perfectly, he followed Chrysanthemum Douluo's lead and handed the bones to Chen Ming.
Giving soul bones was like giving red envelopes—it was customary to have a back-and-forth before accepting them.
But Chen Ming wasn't an ordinary person. He didn't care much for these soul bones, which would be extrely precious even to Title Douluos.
Chen Ming had always had high standards for his soul bones: either external soul bones that could grow or soul bones from 100,000-year soul beasts. He had just learned the locations of several 100,000-year soul beasts from the Douluo World. For him, obtaining soul bones was as simple as hunting suitable 100,000-year-old soul beasts, so he didn't need these.
Feeling touched, Chen Ming forced the soul bones back into their hands and shook his head at the two reluctant ntors.
"Master Chrysanthemum, Master Ghost, these soul bones are incredibly beneficial to you. You should absorb them. Once you do, your strength will increase, and since you are my teachers, your strength is equivalent to my strength, isn't it?"
"I'm a poison-focused Soul Master; these soul bones aren't very suitable for . Rather than keeping them, you two should absorb them."
To the two elders, Chen Ming's words sounded like a polite refusal, but faced with the weighty soul bones, they couldn't insist further.
The fact that they had mustered the courage to give the soul bones to Chen Ming in the first place was already a significant effort. Now that Chen Ming had declined, they had no choice but to put the soul bones back into their storage soul tools and pat Chen Ming on the shoulder.
"Good disciple. Truly, we… sigh."
Yue Guan shook his head, while Gui i nodded. Though their reactions seed different, Chen Ming could sense that their thoughts were aligned.
They then handed Chen Ming a pile of self-defense items and soul coin cards worth over one billion gold soul coins before reluctantly leaving the Worship Hall and heading back to the Supre Pontiff Palace to report to Bibi Dong.
Despite spending most of her ti in seclusion, striving for breakthroughs in soul power, Bibi Dong had been startled awake by the overwhelming holy aura Qian Daoliu had unleashed in his rage. She had beco anxious and uneasy—yes, anxious.
Bibi Dong had thought that even if she wasn't a match for Qian Daoliu now, the gap shouldn't be too large. With her twin martial souls and Title Douluo-level combat prowess, she believed she could at least hold her ground against him.
But the aura Qian Daoliu had displayed today left her feeling suffocated. Facing him, Bibi Dong wasn't even sure she could last a few moves against that old man.
The helplessness she had felt when being humiliated by Qian Xunji resurfaced, overwhelming her as the powerful holy aura enveloped her. Bibi Dong felt a deep-seated loathing from the bottom of her heart.
Although she had long since devoured and assimilated Qian Xunji's soul, believing she had triumphed, the mont she was enveloped in Qian Daoliu's holy power, she felt as weak as she had been when oppressed by Qian Xunji.
"Power, power, power…"
Clutching the Supre Pontiff's scepter that symbolized her authority, Bibi Dong whispered in a low, almost crazed voice, her eyes bloodshot with excitent.
At that mont, she couldn't resist the urge to seek out her source of humiliation imdiately, demand the answer to what she most wanted to know, and then destroy it in front of her, completing her Eighth Trial to gain greater power.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo inford the guards at the door before entering the Supre Pontiff Palace.
Upon hearing of their arrival, Bibi Dong's expression instantly changed. Her once ferocious and enraged face beca calm and collected. Coupled with her Supre Pontiff attire, she looked as if she had everything under control.
Yet, deep in her eyes, there lingered an unshakable hatred and fury.
"Greetings, Your Eminence." x2
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo bowed to Bibi Dong, who waved her hand, signaling them to dispense with formalities.
Though to outsiders, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo appeared to be her trusted confidants, only the three of them knew that this was only partially true. Even toward them, Bibi Dong maintained a cold distance.
In the entirety of Spirit Hall, only Hu Liena could be considered part of Bibi Dong's inner world. No matter how close others seed, an icy barrier always separated them.
"Elder Yue, Elder Gui, have you discovered why the Grand Worship suddenly left the Worship Hall?"
Sitting on the Supre Pontiff's throne, Bibi Dong asked calmly. The two elders, having already discussed their story, began to deliver their rehearsed lines.
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