Mother and Daughter at Odds

In the Pope's Hall of Spirit City, Bibi Dong was on the verge of exploding as she listened to the reports from her subordinates. The operation to annihilate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had sent three Titled Douluos, but only two returned. Nearly half of the five thousand soul masters were dead or injured. As for the siege on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, four Titled Douluos had been sent, and now all of them were dead. Out of the ten thousand soul masters, over eighty percent were casualties—five thousand dead, and most of the remaining five thousand were wounded.

"Good, very good. Chen Yuan, what a Chen Yuan! In an instant, he wiped out four of my Spirit Hall's Titled Douluos!"

Bibi Dong's face twisted in rage. Her once beautiful features were now marred by dark purple veins that converged into a spiderweb pattern on her forehead. Her eyes burned with fury:

"Useless, all of them! This Chen Yuan, although secretly cultivated by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan as a genius, when did he gain such power? The spies in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan couldn't even uncover this?"

After venting her anger, Bibi Dong began to seriously calculate her losses:

"Over ten thousand soul masters dead or injured, and the loss of five Titled Douluos. After this battle, Snake Spear and Poison Dart will likely no longer obey me. Decades of effort, wiped out in a single day! Damn it! Even if I lay out the next steps of the plan, no one will carry them out now!"

Bibi Dong was at a complete loss. She was so furious that she wanted to personally go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and kill Chen Yuan. But her current strength was severely limited, barely at the level of a ninety-fifth-rank Titled Douluo. If she went, she might be the one to die.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the hall. Hu Liena deliberately raised her voice:

"Young Master, what brings you here today?"

Hu Liena's position was actually quite awkward. She was the Holy Maiden designated by Bibi Dong, the next Pope of the Spirit Hall. However, the higher-ups of the Spirit Hall recognized Qian Renxue as the true heir. Clearly, Hu Liena couldn't stop Qian Renxue.

Soon, Bibi Dong saw Qian Renxue enter. Her expression was cold, and she stared straight at Qian Renxue, saying:

"So, you're here to laugh at my misfortune, aren't you?"

Bibi Dong's tone was firm, as if she was absolutely certain that Qian Renxue had come to mock her.

Hearing this, Qian Renxue's face turned icy. At this point, Bibi Dong still thought she was here to gloat. She immediately rebuked:

"Bibi Dong, do you have any idea how much your stupidity has cost our Spirit Hall? Over ten thousand soul masters dead or injured, five Titled Douluos lost—this has shaken the very foundation of the Spirit Hall."

"And what have we gained? Nothing! Not only have we blindly made enemies, but our position as the sacred land for soul masters on the continent will be questioned by all. We were supposed to maintain order among soul masters, but instead, we used violence to annihilate other soul master factions. We can hide this from ordinary people, but we can't hide it from the various soul master factions."

"As the Pope, you bear the primary responsibility for this!"

Bibi Dong was so furious she felt like her lungs would explode. Not long ago, she had called Qian Renxue foolish. Now, Qian Renxue was turning the tables and calling her stupid.

She stood up, releasing a powerful aura of soul power. Since she couldn't argue with reason, she resorted to brute force:

"Qian Renxue, are you reprimanding me? Putting aside those losses, aren't you also at fault?"

"Instead of obstructing my plans, why didn't you get the elders from the Elder Hall to join this operation? With their help, annihilating the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would have been effortless."

"Do you think I did all this for myself? I did it for the Spirit Hall, for its eternal legacy! We have the power to unify the continent, but I can only mobilize a fraction of our strength. That's the main reason for this failure!"

Qian Renxue stared at Bibi Dong in disbelief. How could such a fool have been Pope for over a decade? It was her authority as Pope that had pushed forward the Soul Hunting Operation. Now that it had failed and caused such losses, she was shifting the blame. If she couldn't take responsibility, why should she enjoy the power? It was utterly unreasonable.

Under Bibi Dong's soul power pressure, Qian Renxue sensed immense malice. The small angel mark on her forehead glowed faintly, completely blocking the malice.

Qian Renxue felt there was nothing left to say to Bibi Dong. She spoke coldly:

"Those losses can't be ignored. Five Titled Douluos and over ten thousand soul masters gave their lives for the Spirit Hall. We owe them an explanation."

"From today onward, you will still be the Pope of the Spirit Hall, but none of your decrees will leave this hall. From now on, all orders from the Spirit Hall will come from the Elder Hall."

"Reflect on your actions. The only reason you're still Pope is because of your past achievements. Once I grow stronger, you can step down for good."

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with hatred, and she nearly gritted her teeth as she spoke:

"So you're sidelining me? Do you think you can do that?"

Qian Renxue remained calm and composed:

"It's not me sidelining you. It's the unanimous decision of the Spirit Hall from top to bottom that you are no longer fit to lead its development. So many have died—their parents, wives, children, friends, and relatives are all watching. You can try and see how many still listen to you."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's face still showed anger, but deep down, she believed it. She slumped back into her seat, her heart consumed by malice, like a wildfire. She glared at Qian Renxue with venom, her already scarce rationality quickly dissipating.

Bibi Dong, the foremost of the Spirit Hall's three fools, had been deceived by Yu Xiaogang and began selling out the Spirit Hall's interests. After being violated by Qian Xunji, she wanted to drag the Spirit Hall down with her.

For the Spirit Hall, it was a stroke of terrible luck to have elevated a commoner like her to Holy Maiden and then to Pope.

As Bibi Dong stared at her, Qian Renxue felt only bitterness in her heart. The mistrust between mother and daughter had reached such a level.

With that, Qian Renxue turned and left. The maternal attention she had once craved no longer mattered to her. Now, all she wanted was to complete the Angel Nine Trials and grow stronger as soon as possible.

After Qian Renxue left, Hu Liena entered, looking at her teacher with concern:

"Teacher, I'm really sorry. I couldn't stop the Young Master from barging in."

Bibi Dong looked at Hu Liena coldly:

"My capable aides have all died at the hands of Chen Yuan at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. How could you, alone, stop the Judgment Elder from the Elder Hall?"

"I've been sidelined. All future plans will be canceled. Since that's the case, I won't participate anymore. I'll go into seclusion to improve my strength, so I won't be held accountable in the future."

Bibi Dong planned to quickly fill the last two soul rings missing from her second martial soul and then begin the Rakshasa God's inheritance. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to deal with Grand Elder Qian Daoliu.

(End of Chapter)

Word Count : 1,295

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