Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 315 You traitorous disciple, return to Wuhun City!
If that person is like that, what about Liu Erlong?
Therefore, Bibi Dong's tone quickly became casual, "How did she end up here? And..."

She paused, then looked at Dai Chengfeng with a probing gaze. "You two actually know each other?"

"We met by chance deep in the Sunset Forest, and it was a case of 'no fight, no friendship'."

Dai Chengfeng made up a flimsy explanation to downplay the seriousness of the matter.

He then walked to the small table next to him, poured a glass of water, and continued, "She chased after me all the way from Tiandou City. Her purpose was to obtain the Soul Shaping Pill, which she apparently wanted to break through to the Soul Saint level."

Throughout the entire process, Dai Chengfeng never mentioned Yu Xiaogang's existence.

After all, he was still unsure of Bibi Dong's true stance, so Dai Chengfeng was not prepared to take any risks.

Dai Chengfeng isn't stupid; he won't openly reveal his intentions towards Yu Xiaogang, lest he be attacked by a yandere.

Because she's a yandere, she can't be judged by common sense.

But being obsessed with love is controllable!

"Let's wait, until the dust settles, then..."

Dai Chengfeng shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. Everything is moving in a positive direction now, isn't it?

On the other hand, although Bibi Dong is the Pope of the Spirit Hall, in the world of Douluo Continent where strength reigns supreme, intelligence is obviously not highly valued.

Even the Spirit Hall is the same.

Otherwise, Tang Hao wouldn't have been able to hide for over a decade so easily. Therefore, she is currently unaware of Liu Erlong's specific purpose.

Therefore, Bibi Dong only hesitated for a moment, "Soul Shaping Pill?"

She gently stroked her rounded fingernails and analyzed, "Liu Erlong, Flander, and Yu... Yu Xiaogang, their martial soul fusion skill gives them the strength to contend with a titled Douluo, so their reputation is indeed quite great."

"The core experience, especially the part about how the soul power and spiritual power of the three can resonate and merge under huge differences, is indeed of great reference value for our study of the essence of martial soul fusion techniques."

She looked up at Dai Chengfeng with a hint of admiration: "If there are indeed extra Soul-Shaping Pills, paying this price will allow you to obtain the secret experience they painstakingly discovered..."

"This is a very good deal."

Dai Chengfeng listened quietly to Bibi Dong's analysis, noticing a subtle unease that seemed to still be hidden beneath her calm demeanor when she talked about Yu Xiaogang.

Dai Chengfeng couldn't help but sigh softly.

It seems that I still have a long way to go before I can make Bibi Dong completely forget about that past.

In the blink of an eye, Dai Chengfeng put down his water glass and leaned forward without any warning.

"Um……"

Bibi Dong felt a warm breath suddenly approach her. She had just let out a soft gasp of surprise when Dai Chengfeng's strong arms grabbed her by the waist and the back of her legs without any resistance!
The world is spinning!

She was lightly lifted off the soft chair.

"Dai Chengfeng!"

A faint blush rose to Bibi Dong's face, whether from embarrassment or annoyance, it was hard to tell. "What are you doing! I haven't had dinner yet!"

Dai Chengfeng looked down at the soft female body in his arms. The purple silk nightgown clung to his skin, and he could clearly feel the warmth of her body and her graceful curves beneath the fabric.

Dai Chengfeng smiled and strode towards the bed, his voice low and deep:
"No need."

Before he finished speaking, he had already walked to the bedside, raised his arm, and steadily "throw" Bibi Dong into the soft bedding.

The quilt slid deep inside, and Bibi Dong's loose nightgown, which had just been bathed, was pulled open even further.

"Disciple eats, Master..."

Dai Chengfeng leaned close to Bibi Dong's ear and neck, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive skin. "...This is enough!"

soon.

Bibi Dong lay on the bed, her eyes glazed over, biting her nails as she watched Dai Chengfeng, who was supposedly having 'dinner'.

"You...you...traitor!"

………… …………

The next day.

The sky was not yet fully bright, and the morning mist lingered.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced the clouds, they fell precisely on the magnificent golden angel statue atop the highest point of the Papal Palace, adding an even more sacred touch to this symbol of the continent's power center.

The golden glazed tiles reflected a dazzling halo in the morning light, and the city's massive outline gradually became clear against the backdrop of platinum-colored buildings, solemn and majestic.

The clanging of armor from patrolling knights began to echo along the city's wide main streets, and shops on both sides of the street opened one after another, preparing for the new day.

A unique atmosphere permeated the city, a blend of the freshness of morning dew, the lingering scent of incense from temple altars, and the tranquility unique to the city under the protection of holy light.

And this moment.

The atmosphere in front of the towering north gate of Wuhun City was one of solemn anticipation.

Hu Liena, dressed in an elegant white outfit, stood quietly at the front.

The golden morning light outlined her slender figure and beautiful profile, her amber eyes gazing at the end of the straight official road outside the city, with a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Slightly behind her, Yan crossed his arms, looking somewhat anxious.

Xie Yue remained silent and calm as always, but his gaze was also focused on the distance.

Meanwhile, the two elders, Yue Guan and Gui Mei, both titled Douluo-level figures, stood side by side.

Yue Guan wore his usual playful smile, as if he knew a little about everything; Gui Mei, on the other hand, was as reserved as his title, his aura almost blending into the shadow of the city wall.

They are waiting for one person—His Holiness the Pope who should be returning today, Bibidon.

"The teacher clearly said he would be back last night..."

Hu Liena spoke softly, breaking the morning's tranquility.

Yan couldn't help but interject, "Exactly! The teacher rarely misses his trip. Could something have happened on the way?"

Xie Yue glanced at him, her voice steady: "Be careful what you say, Yan."

"The teacher is so powerful that he wouldn't suffer any mishaps even if he encountered a soul beast of 100,000 years."

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan elegantly adjusted the cuffs of his magnificent robe, his slender eyes curving into a smile: "Little Xie Yue is right."

"Your Majesty's safety is assured. As for your late return... perhaps something interesting happened that delayed you?"

Hu Liena didn't respond, but pursed her lips as if about to speak. The next second, her eyes suddenly lit up:
"coming!"

Everyone's spirits lifted, and they all looked in the direction she was looking.

At the end of the official road bathed in golden sunlight, a Martial Spirit Hall carriage, decorated not excessively luxuriously but exceptionally dignified and composed, was steadily and swiftly approaching, pulled by four swift and agile horses.

Soon, the carriage slowly came to a stop in front of everyone, and the surrounding air instantly became exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional snorting of the horses.

All eyes were focused on the tightly closed car door.

The car door opens.

The first thing that catches the eye is a touch of noble purple.

Bibi Dong appeared at the carriage entrance, dressed in a well-tailored papal robe with purple and gold trim, exuding nobility and majesty, perfectly outlining her stunning figure.

She seemed no different from any other day; her papal majesty, which placed her above all others, and her breathtaking charm shone even brighter in the morning light.

Sunlight brushed across her cheeks, revealing her flawless, fair skin, like the finest jade. Only her eyes held an indescribable languid glow, like a violet glistening with morning dew, possessing a breathtakingly delicate beauty.

However, Hu Liena, who had been keeping a close eye on her teacher, caught a very subtle detail beneath that familiar air of authority.

Around Bibi Dong's neck, an unusual purple silk scarf was loosely tied, more like a deliberate attempt to conceal something than an adornment...

(End of this chapter)