Chapter 18: The Pope's little lover

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Nan Feng, who had been knocked unconscious by Bibi Dong's slap, took the opportunity to get some sleep. After he woke up, Hu Liena ran over to tell him that the Elder Hall had reached a new resolution: the Saintess would succeed to the position of Pope, and at the same time, the Spirit Hall would declare war on the Clear Sky Sect.

"Woohoo~"

"The good days have begun!"

Nan Feng could finally walk around the Saintess Hall in human form.

Bibi Dong wouldn't kill him; Nan Feng had already confirmed this.

Feelings were something that could be worn away and cultivated. During the three years in the City of Slaughter, he had been the one by Bibi Dong's side, caring for her and being attentive to every detail. Coupled with the three-year dream game, Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang had almost been completely erased by him.

Her losing her temper with him earlier was just a normal reaction after the lie was officially exposed.

But to say Bibi Dong hadn't noticed anything before would definitely be a joke.

It could only be said that she knew, but she didn't want to admit it—just like Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang. She knew she had loved the wrong person, but she wasn't willing to admit it, even doubling down on her mistakes. Strong people often had this common flaw.

Even if they were wrong, they would only continue to be wrong.

Not turning back until hitting the southern wall was already good; at least there was room for maneuver. But Bibi Dong was the type who would rather hit her head until she died than turn back! Even now, Bibi Dong actually still held expectations for Yu Xiaogang, but this wasn't because she loved him, but because she wasn't willing to deny her past.

To put it bluntly, Bibi Dong wasn't willing to admit she had been blind.

Stubborn to the core.

Being wrong was one thing, but whether or not to admit it was another.

It was just like a college student who spent four years in college and then joined the ranks of the unemployed, complaining about how hard it was to find a job. "I don't know how to do anything, so what? Is this my fault? The school didn't teach me!"

How did others know how to do it? What does it have to do with me if others know how? "What are you here for again?"

Looking at Nan Feng, who was poking his head in at the door, Bibi Dong, who was getting dressed and preparing to attend the coronation ceremony in the afternoon, felt a bit annoyed.

"Can't I come?" Nan Feng walked in as if no one else was there.

The several maids who were dressing Bibi Dong left very consciously.

Although they didn't know where the man in front of them had popped out from, judging by the new Pope's attitude, they knew each other.

The relationship between the Pope and a strange man was not something they could pry into.

"Your makeup is really ugly," Nan Feng complained.

Bibi Dong's face darkened. "If you're so great, you do it!"

"I can't." Nan Feng spread his hands and lay down on a chair nearby.

"If you can't, then shut your mouth." Bibi Dong's face fell as she started fiddling with her hair accessories herself.

"I think you look better without makeup. You're naturally beautiful, so why bother with these unnecessary things?" Nan Feng expressed his confusion.

People on the Douluo Continent, due to the nourishment of spirit power, were basically not too ugly.

Especially female Spirit Masters; their skin was better than anyone else's, leaving no room for the beauty industry to develop.

"These are the rules." Bibi Dong, having been complimented, felt much better, but she still didn't give Nan Feng a good look.

"Different occasions require different makeup; these all have strict standards."

"So you paint yourself into this ghostly state, afraid of being targeted by others?" Nan Feng said.

Bibi Dong's eyelid twitched. "If you talk nonsense again, I'll let you sleep for another two days."

"Fine, fine, no more nonsense." Nan Feng shrugged.

"Then may I ask, beautiful Pope Crown, how do you plan to arrange for me?"

"Arrange for you?" Bibi Dong glanced at Nan Feng.

"How do you want me to arrange for you?" "At the very least, make me an Honorary Elder," Nan Feng said.

"Or an Honorary Pope would be fine too; I'm not picky."

Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng speechlessly. "Is your brain flooded, or did you not wake up yet?"

The proposal for an Honorary Elder needed to be voted on by the Elder Hall; it wasn't something she could just decide on a whim. The Spirit Hall was the authoritative organization in the Spirit Master world and couldn't be messed with.

She had just succeeded to the throne, and not many in the Elder Hall even paid attention to her. Before seeing her capabilities, those elders wouldn't easily pick a side. In fact, many elders were currently thinking about how to garner more benefits for their own families while she hadn't truly seized power yet.

Qian Daoliu had merely pushed her onto the Pope's throne; as for how much she could accomplish, that old thing wouldn't care.

"What do you mean? You aren't going to give me anything at all, are you?" Nan Feng looked confused.

"I'm your little lover! Can't I even be an elder?"

Bibi Dong's eyelid twitched.

God damn little lover!

"I don't have that much power right now. It's no problem to keep you, but if you want some Honorary Elder title, you have to achieve some merit yourself—merit that those Titled Douluo elders in the Elder Hall can't refute. Otherwise..." Bibi Dong stood up and turned to look at her own back.

"Just stay a kept man."

"Merit?" Nan Feng paused.

"What kind?"

"A theory master?"

Bibi Dong's face darkened. "My patience is limited!"

Bastard! You just love rubbing salt in wounds, don't you!

"Then what else can I do?" Nan Feng looked innocent.

"Big Sister, I'm just a level 40 little Spirit Ancestor right now."

After a year of seclusion and completely absorbing the Ten-Headed Fierce Sun Serpent Inner Core, he had gone straight from level 30 to level 40, successfully unlocking the Dog Talisman he had been longing for. But he was still a long way from becoming a level 90 Titled Douluo.

"The Spirit Hall is preparing to attack the Clear Sky Sect to avenge the Pope. If you have the guts, go to the front line and see if you can earn some credit," Bibi Dong said casually.

"The front line?" Nan Feng looked thoughtful.

"If I kill two Clear Sky Sect elders, I can earn an Honorary Elder title, right?"

Bibi Dong's eyelid twitched. "Clear Sky Sect elders are all Spirit Douluo, and the kind who can trade blows with Titled Douluo. Let alone you, even a Titled Douluo wouldn't dare say they could kill them for sure."

A Titled Douluo would definitely win against a Spirit Douluo, but in battle, winning and killing were two completely different concepts.

If they couldn't beat you, couldn't they run?

Not to mention that when the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul fights for its life, its destructive power is no joke! A desperate Clear Sky Hammer Spirit Douluo is fully capable of dragging a low-level Titled Douluo to the grave with them!

This incident with Tang Hao had already happened while she was still in the City of Slaughter. At that time, the Titled Douluo who went to hunt Tang Hao had his leg smashed, and the old Clear Sky Sect Master had been angered to death. Qian Xunji had wanted to start a war with the Clear Sky Sect then, at least to cripple them.

But the Titled Douluo of the Elder Hall, seeing the veteran Titled Douluo with his leg smashed, all expressed that the time was not right.

To put it bluntly, no one wanted to go up and risk their lives.

What if they really ran into someone who didn't care about their life?

Although the Clear Sky Sect was no longer the world's number one sect in recent years, the strength of this martial soul remained.

No one wanted to go head-to-head with a Clear Sky Hammer.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 19 =====