Chapter 46: Regretful Bibi Dong, Wanting to Return to Spirit City?

In a dense forest far away from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen had his men throw Bibi Dong here before leading them back to the clan.

"Stay far away from your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"Just the sight of your filthy, disgusting clan makes me sick! Of course, I'll stay far away!"

"But the next time I return, it will be the day of your clan's destruction!"

Struggling to her feet, Bibi Dong, who had lost a leg, leaned against a large tree.

Her beautiful eyes, filled with boundless hatred and venom, locked onto the direction where Yu Yuanzhen and his people had left.

Her delicate hands clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms until blood seeped out, though she didn't even notice.

She gritted her teeth, laughing hysterically like a deranged maniac.

However, as she prepared to leave the filthy Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan behind, she realized she could barely walk.

Picking up a long branch from the ground to use as a crutch, she found herself lost in a haze of hatred and resentment.

Even after suffering through unimaginable darkness and torment…

She wanted revenge—on Yu Xiaogang, on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan…

And even… on the entire world!

But when she faced reality, Bibi Dong painfully realized…

She had no power to take revenge on anyone.

In the end, her bloodshot eyes filled with determination as she gritted her teeth and made a decision.

She had to return to Spirit City!

She had to beg her teacher, Qian Xunji, and the grand elders for forgiveness!

After everything she had been through…

She finally understood that her teacher and the elders had been right all along.

That Yu Xiaogang… was nothing but a hypocritical, shameless, selfish, and cowardly man!

She had been blind to trust such a despicable person.

To think that she had even considered betraying Spirit Hall—cutting ties with the teacher who had cared for her since childhood and the grand elders who had always protected her—all for that worthless man!

Recalling the words she had once spoken, tears welled up in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Pain, shame, and deep regret filled her heart.

'Teacher… this time, I truly know my mistake!'

'Please… forgive me!'

Furthermore…

Now that her spirit power had been abolished and she had become crippled…

Revenge against Yu Xiaogang and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was nearly impossible.

She had to regain her teacher's and the elders' forgiveness…

She had to reclaim her status as Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden!

Only then would she have the chance to take her revenge!

Having been thrown out without a single coin to her name…

Bibi Dong could only grit her teeth, dragging her crippled body, using a crutch, and step by step making her way toward Spirit City—toward the place she remembered from her past.

…

A full month passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Pope's Palace of Spirit City…

The towering and majestic Pope's Palace stood grandly, its luxurious glazed dome reflecting the sunlight, scattering dazzling rainbow-like radiance across the sky.

Bathed in the glow of the morning sun, Qian Xunji sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, cultivating the system's rewarded technique—Holy Sun Blazing Radiance.

After a period of cultivation, he slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of murky air, and ended his training. A helpless expression appeared on his face.

'Sigh… time to get back to work.'

Being the Pope of Spirit Hall had many advantages…

But the one major drawback was that, just like an emperor, he had to review and process endless reports from Spirit Hall's branch halls across the continent every day.

It was tedious.

At first, it was somewhat interesting…

But as time passed, handling these mostly meaningless reports day after day became increasingly frustrating.

Several times, Qian Xunji had sought out Qian Daoliu, hoping to convince the "retired emperor" to help out.

And he had solid reasoning.

"Father, I know you've retired… but you're only one hundred years old! You reached the rank of Limit Douluo before fifty, meaning your lifespan exceeds a thousand years."

"You haven't even reached a fifth of your lifespan yet!"

"In other words, you're still young!"

"At one hundred years old, this is your prime!"

"Besides, you've already become an Limit Douluo."

"As the Grand Priest of the Divine Ancestor, you probably won't become a god."

"Most of your days are spent meditating and praying before the Divine Ancestor's statue… but honestly, I doubt the Divine Ancestor even needs that."

"Meanwhile, I haven't even reached Limit Douluo yet."

"My cultivation is constantly delayed by all these administrative duties."

"If you step in and help manage Spirit Hall's affairs, I'll be able to focus on training and reach Limit Douluo faster."

"Wouldn't that be great?"

But Qian Daoliu, who had long since retired and was enjoying his peaceful life, had no interest in taking on such burdens again.

Instead, he flew into a rage, furiously stroking his beard and glaring at his son.

"Preposterous!"

Then, he promptly kicked Qian Xunji out.

Leaving Qian Xunji feeling utterly helpless.

'We're both part of the Qian family, working for the future of our clan and Spirit Hall. What's the big deal about sacrificing a bit of retirement time?'

'So small-minded!'

As he walked toward his study, he began contemplating whether he should establish an internal cabinet or secretariat to handle these affairs.

'But finding competent personnel won't be easy…'

Upon arriving at his study, he sat at his desk.

With a cool breeze from the window, he began reviewing the reports submitted by Spirit Hall's branch halls, handling daily affairs.

A few hours later…

"Finally done!"

Qian Xunji stood up, stretched lazily, and prepared to leave the study.

He planned to have lunch with his beloved wife, Ling Yuan, before spending the afternoon refining his long-term development plans for Spirit Hall.

However, as he returned to the luxurious villa located behind the Pope's Palace, before he could step inside…

A middle-aged woman in a white dress, exuding a gentle and elegant temperament, with a beautiful and refined appearance, stepped out.

Upon seeing Qian Xunji, she immediately smiled and congratulated him.

"Congratulations, Your Holiness! Congratulations!"

"Lady Ling Yuan is pregnant!"

"What?! Ling Yuan is pregnant?!"

Hearing this, Qian Xunji's handsome face lit up with excitement and joy.

Soon, Qian Daoliu and the grand elders also rushed over upon hearing the news.

Inside a magnificently decorated room…

Qian Xunji sat beside Ling Yuan, carefully feeding her spoonfuls of nourishing snow swallow and ginseng soup.

Dressed in a slightly loose-fitting, elegant red gown, Ling Yuan gently caressed her abdomen, her delicate and beautiful face glowing with happiness and an undeniable motherly warmth.

"Excellent! Absolutely wonderful!"

"Our Qian family finally has a successor!"

Hearing the news, Qian Daoliu burst into hearty laughter.

His joy was understandable.

In the world of Douluo, the stronger a spirit master's martial soul, the harder it was to conceive children.

Although martial souls were typically inherited from the stronger parent, the child's spirit strength and talent depended on compatibility and genetics.

Even among spirit masters with the same martial soul, talent levels varied.

Just like spirit beasts of the same species could differ in strength, so too could spirit masters with the same martial soul.

A stronger martial soul meant higher innate spirit power.

Thus, spirit masters often chose partners with high compatibility and strong talents to ensure their offspring would inherit powerful martial souls.

But the stronger the compatibility, the harder it was to conceive!