Qian
Daoliu nodded to Golden Crocodile Douluo.
He smiled at Ye Qiu and Qian Renxue, saying,
"Since the banquet is ready, you should fill your stomachs first. You can talk about anything after you finish eating."
"Mm."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly, pulled Ye Qiu up, and asked,
"Grandpa, would you like to come along?"
"No need, I'll wait for you here."
Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly.
Ye Qiu bowed to him and took his leave, followed behind Golden Crocodile Douluo by Qian Renxue.
After turning several corners,
Golden Crocodile led Ye Qiu and Qian Renxue to a spacious room.
Inside,
Light Feather Douluo, Lion Douluo, and Azure Phoenix Douluo had been waiting for a long time,
eagerly watching Ye Qiu and Qian Renxue arrive.
Light Feather Douluo, in particular, had a burning desire for gossip in his eyes.
"..."
Ye Qiu's steps faltered slightly.
Qian Renxue glanced at him, a faint smile playing on her lips, her golden eyes filled with shyness. She confidently pulled Ye Qiu to the large table and
greeted them.
"Greetings, uncles,"
Ye Qiu replied, "This junior greets you, senior venerable ones."
"Haha, kid, don't be so polite, we're all family,"
Guangling Douluo waved warmly.
"Guangling is right, no need for such formalities,"
Xiongshi Douluo nodded in agreement.
He then added, "This is meat from spirit beasts over 50,000 years old, sit down and eat more."
"Thank you, Senior Xiongshi,"
Ye Qiu said, then sat down at the table with Qian Renxue.
"Uncles, Grandpa Golden Crocodile, please ask whatever you wish,"
Qian Renxue smiled gently.
She took the bowl from Ye Qiu, served him rice and soup.
"Hehe, Xiaoxue, I heard from my second brother that Ye Qiu has a special twin martial soul, and he also has some powerful space-type soul skill. Do you think you could ask him to let Uncle Guangling see it, and at the same time, take me around to play?"
The young-looking but youthful Guangling Douluo rubbed his hands together, looking expectantly at Qian Renxue.
"Guangling, you're almost a hundred years old, how can you still be so playful?"
Qingluan Douluo couldn't help but scold him.
"That's right, there's no reason for a junior to pick me up and drop me off."
The Lion Douluo's gruff voice echoed in the room.
"Ye Qiu, ignore him and eat quickly. After you finish eating, let us see your martial soul and soul rings, or even your soul skill."
"..."
Faced with this barrage of questions
, Ye Qiu looked at them strangely. Qian Renxue, while adding food to his plate, explained softly,
"Ye Qiu, they're not usually like this."
"Hmm, I understand."
Ye Qiu nodded.
He accepted their questioning, finished his meal, and then demonstrated his soul skill.
The divine power that allowed him to come and go so freely amazed them.
The sudden appearance of the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand further widened their eyes.
They all looked at him as if he were a
precious treasure. Although they were friendly to him
, Ye Qiu dared not underestimate them in the slightest.
These people,
though called members of the Hall of Offerings, were actually also part of the Hall of Elders.
They only received the title of Offering after reaching level ninety-five.
They held a transcendent position within the Spirit Hall.
Not only were they not subject to the Pope's commands, but they could even limit the Pope's power. The Hall of Elders had the power to dismiss and abolish the Pope. Because the seven of them were of one mind, almost all major decisions of the Spirit Hall were made by the Offering members of the Hall of Elders.
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Qian Renxue then led Ye Qiu alone to the rear hall where the angel statue was enshrined.
Walking through the passageway, Qian Renxue practically bit Ye Qiu's ear, threateningly warning,
"Ye Qiu, you see? If you dare betray me, they will absolutely not let you off!" The
'you' she referred to included
not only Ye Qiu, but also his group of close female friends.
"Xue'er, do you really have so little faith in me?"
Ye Qiu looked at her helplessly.
"Hmph! Just remember that!"
Qian Renxue had completely abandoned the so-called life-or-death battle between her and Ye Qiu.
She wasn't threatening him;
she was afraid of losing him.
Her communication with the angel god had made her realize that Ye Qiu's future was much more uncertain.
Ye Qiu stared blankly at her. Although Qian Renxue often annoyed him, she rarely acted unreasonably.
He noticed the fear in her eyes.
Ye Qiu nodded solemnly, "Xue'er, don't worry, when the final battle comes, I'll definitely keep you by my side forever."
"Don't be so smug! Who knows who'll be the one keeping whom by then?"
Qian Renxue retorted, gently taking Ye Qiu's arm and muttering.
"Anyway, we won't be separated."
...
Martial Soul City.
Halfway up the central hill, inside the Papal Palace.
On the main seat of the high platform in the hall, a graceful figure leaned languidly.
Her long, golden gown fit her perfectly from head to toe, shimmering with dazzling light, adorned with over a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones.
The nine-curved purple-gold crown on her head shone brilliantly, and she held a two-meter-long scepter inlaid with countless gems.
Her fair skin and near-perfect face made her stand out from the crowd.
Especially the invisible nobility and majesty emanating from her, which made one unable to resist feeling a sense of reverence.
She was Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall.
She was the second youngest to become a Peerless Douluo, a top-tier powerhouse.
As for the youngest,
she also had intricate connections with him.
At least for now
, when that bitch was away, she was the strongest on land after Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect.
Even though she couldn't use her full strength due to the Nine Trials of Rakshasa, she was still the strongest person below the Peerless Douluo.
Bibi Dong, who was resting her head on her hand,
suddenly felt a long-forgotten stirring in her heart.
Her eyes flashed.
Her purple eyes, with black pupils, and her beautiful, majestic eyes, tinged with a hint of evil, looked towards the direction of the offering hall on the mountaintop.
"What's this stirring?"
Bibi Dong frowned, clutching her chest, and murmured to herself, unnoticed by anyone.
She felt
that something or someone was drawing her there.
Was that bitch back?
Did she know he would appear in the Soul Master Competition?
So she came back.
Stealing her spirit wasn't enough; she also wanted to steal her man?!
Bibi Dong's face contorted with a hint of ferocity,
but she quickly regained her composure.
"No! It's not that feeling of shared lineage, it's not her feeling at all! What's going on?!"
"Your Majesty...do you have any orders?"
A glamorous figure inquired respectfully from below the stage.
Bibi Dong snapped out of her daze and rubbed her temples.
She ordered, "Go contact Ling Yuan and tell her to come back to see me!"
"Your subordinate will arrange it immediately." Watching
the alluring figure depart, Bibi Dong's gaze then fell upon a faintly visible shadow in the corner. (End of Chapter)