Chapter 295: Take Qin Jian Down

Before the Pope Palace.

Sunlight spilled onto their bodies, bringing a touch of warmth, yet it could not shine into the hearts of everyone.

Bibi Dong seemed to know what Qin Jian was worried about, so she looked at him, a smile appearing on her face: "As long as you join the Spirit Hall, I guarantee your safety."

"Your Holiness!"

Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo could not help but want to say something, but were interrupted by a wave of Bibi Dong's hand: "Leave it to me to handle."

Looking at her beautiful eyes, Qin Jian could not be sure what this woman was thinking right now.

But no matter what thoughts she had, one thing was beyond doubt: only by showing one's own strength could one be treated as an equal; otherwise, one was merely an accessory, to be kept or killed at will.

Therefore, he shook his head, and the words he spoke made the people of the Spirit Hall change color: "This body of mine belongs only to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo exchanged a glance, the expression in their eyes a mix of relief and worry.

They knew this was the last chance the Pope was giving Qin Jian; once refused, he would truly fall into a life-or-death crisis.

Although Qin Jian's choice was unwise from a rational perspective, it made them very happy emotionally; humans are, after all, emotional animals.

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's expression did not change: "Is that so? That is truly regrettable."

As she spoke, she handed over the three soul bones in her hands.

Qin Jian took them, then turned and walked back to his companions' side without the slightest hesitation.

"I don't need these three soul bones; you all divide them."

He tossed them casually toward Tang San.

His manner was as if what he held in his hand was not the soul bones that Spirit Masters craved, but a hot potato.

"Careful! Careful! These are soul bones!"

Beside him, Oscar and Ma Hongjun almost subconsciously scrambled in a panic to help catch them; of course, with Tang San's Mysterious Jade Hand, it was nothing.

He held the three soul bones and looked at Qin Jian, saying: "You contributed the most in this tournament, and this Spirit Gathering Wisdom Skull is somewhat compatible with you; it should belong to you."

Grandmaster nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Although he hoped in his heart that Tang San could obtain this soul bone, his upright nature would not allow him to speak against his conscience; he would not practice favoritism for what Qin Jian deserved.

"No need, I don't need soul bones; you will know why soon enough," Qin Jian said very calmly, shaking his head.

Xiao Wu's face was pale, and at this moment she simply said: "There is nothing here suitable for me, I give up."

Ning Rongrong had been watching Qin Jian the whole time, and for some reason, a sense of heart palpitations lingered in her heart.

"I already have a head spirit bone, and the other two don't suit me, so I give up too," she said.

Oscar naturally did not notice anything unusual; he shrugged his shoulders: "What kind of soul bone would a Food-type Spirit Master like me need?"

"Since the four of us have all given up, it will be easy for you to divide the rest..."

Qin Jian smiled and took the Speedy Wind Left Leg, handing it to Zhu Zhuqing: "This is the most suitable soul bone for Zhuqing."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded and took it, as cold and detached as ever; even when facing a soul bone, she did not have much emotional fluctuation.

Qin Jian smiled and took the Flame Right Arm, tossing it to Ma Hongjun: "Pangzi, this one is yours."

"Hey, hey, Brother Jian, be careful, this is a precious soul bone!"

Ma Hongjun scrambled to catch the soul bone, his manner just like he was holding his girlfriend.

"Thanks, Brother Jian! Long live Brother Jian!" he said excitedly.

Qin Jian shook his head, then said to Tang San: "This head spirit bone belongs to you."

"Thank you. This soul bone should have belonged to you; let's consider this me owing you one."

Tang San did not stand on ceremony anymore; he nodded and stored the soul bone into his Soul Guidance Device.

Qin Jian shook his head: "There's no need for that between companions."

"Have you all finished distributing them?"

The Female Pope should have left after the simple awards ceremony ended, but she had not moved at all.

Several Title Douluo were also standing there, watching Qin Jian's every move with an unfocused gaze.

Everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn by the Pope's voice.

Grandmaster frowned slightly, looking at Bibi Dong with confusion.

But the Female Pope did not look at him at all, only at Qin Jian, her tone as calm as if she were inviting someone to stay for lunch.

"Since the rewards have been distributed, this tournament has now successfully concluded."

"Gui Douluo, Ju Douluo, take Qin Jian."

The next moment, everyone was shocked.

The Shrek group almost subconsciously gathered around Qin Jian.

"You were discovered after all?"

Tang San asked in a low voice beside Qin Jian, his brows tightly furrowed.

Qin Jian nodded.

Grandmaster did not hear Tang San's words.

With a look of astonishment on his face, he shouted angrily: "Your Holiness, what is the meaning of this?"

Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo would not stop their actions because of Grandmaster's words, but just as the two were about to move, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo swished to block in front of Qin Jian.

"Your Holiness, do you truly intend to seize a disciple of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

The gentle look on Ning Fengzhi's face vanished, replaced only by a grave and Killing Sword Intent.

"Hum, hum..."

Jian Douluo Chen Xin did not say anything more; the nine soul rings on his body lit up one by one, and the Seven Kill Sword was already planted in front of him.

Suddenly, the atmosphere before the Pope Palace became tense.

"Brother Jian, why? Why do they want to capture you?!"

Ning Rongrong also saw the unusually grave expressions on Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo, and could not help but feel her heart skip a beat.

Qin Jian watched the backs of Ning Fengzhi and the others, a look of warmth flashing through his eyes.

In this world, relatives turning against each other for the sake of profit are everywhere; having elders like Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo is his good fortune.

He turned his head to look at Ning Rongrong, his expression soft, but the words he spoke left everyone inexplicably shocked: "Because..."

"I am not a human..."

A bolt from the blue, a thunderclap in a clear sky.

For the Shrek group who were familiar with Qin Jian, this news could be called an absolute thunderbolt from the blue.

"This, this... how is this possible... how could you possibly not be..."

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale, stuttering and incoherent.

Even Zhu Zhuqing's cold and detached face could not maintain its composure, filled with shock.

"Rongrong, Jian'er is indeed not a human; he... is a Humanoid Spirit Beast."

Ning Fengzhi's calm and plain words further confirmed Qin Jian's identity.

No one would doubt that the dignified Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would joke about such a matter, especially since the Female Pope's order also confirmed this point from the side.

"You are that Soul Beast who blocked me back then, aren't you?"

Bibi Dong stared at Qin Jian, a trace of killing intent occasionally flashing in her eyes, but occasionally a trace of nostalgia and regret would also flash by, her expression very strange.

"Correct."

There was no panic or fear on Qin Jian's face, which also made the several Title Douluo feel very surprised.

Especially Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo; they had originally thought they could enjoy watching the panicked look of this youth who had slapped the Spirit Hall in the face, but now it had fallen through.

Qin Jian smiled faintly and was about to step forward, but was held back tightly by a small hand.

Qin Jian turned his head and saw the look of utter bewilderment on Ning Rongrong's face: "Brother Jian... you... you must run!"

Zhu Zhuqing did not say a word, silently flashing in front of him and whispering: "Go quickly."

Qin Jian's gaze immediately became strange: "You... do you not mind that I am a Soul Beast?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head and said silently: "If you want to break up with me because of your identity as a Soul Beast, then I can only say you are mistaken; I will not mind."

As for Ning Rongrong, she did not respond to this at all; at this moment, her whole heart was hung on Qin Jian's safety.

"You must run..." she just grabbed Qin Jian's hand and said urgently.

Qin Jian shook his head and laughed softly: "This is the Pope Palace; there is no escaping."

"Then, then what should we do?"

Tears were swirling in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

Seeing her behave this way, Qin Jian realized that the girl he loved had not wavered in the slightest.

Regardless of whether he was a human or a Soul Beast, in her heart, there was only him.

"Rongrong, I don't want to die yet, don't worry..."

Qin Jian pulled his hand away from Ning Rongrong, turned and stepped forward, walking to the side of Jian Douluo and Ning Fengzhi to face the peerlessly elegant Female Pope together.

"Hum hum."

A red light flickered slightly on his body, and the chests of Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing lit up at the same time.

Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu, who were waiting for the results in Wuhun City, stood up abruptly and rushed toward the direction of the Pope Palace at the same time.

"This feeling... it's the same as last time, Qin Jian is in danger!"

(End of this chapter)