Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

Lin Ye was stunned on the spot, his mouth agape, the second half of his sentence stuck in his throat.

"Huh? You know?" Lin Ye looked completely bewildered, scratching his head.

"No, teacher, I just finished absorbing it last night, how did you know?"

Bibi Dong turned around, walked back to the papal throne, picked up the cup of red tea again, gently blew on the steam, and then looked up at Lin Ye.

"That giant palm print, a hundred meters long, on the back mountain, was it you who made it?" Bibi Dong asked in a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, both Lin Ye and Zhu Zhuqing felt a jolt in their hearts.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced nervously at Lin Ye, her palms sweating profusely.

Oh no, His Holiness the Pope found out! With such a commotion last night, how could he possibly keep it a secret!

Lin Ye was also extremely embarrassed.

He originally wanted to appear profound in front of Bibi Dong, but she had already figured out his background completely.

Lin Ye chuckled twice, scratched the back of his head, and explained with a forced smile:

"So, Master already knew. Um... I just finished absorbing the soul bone last night, and I feel full of power. I just got the urge to go to the back mountain to test its power."

"This disciple truly did not intend to cause trouble, but I did not expect that skill to be so powerful, making such a commotion that it alerted the patrol team."

Lin Ye's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, looking like an obedient child waiting to be scolded for doing something wrong.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at Lin Ye's embarrassed expression.

This kid is usually fearless, but he only shows this side of himself in front of me.

"Alright, stop playing the victim." Bibi Dong put down her teacup and waved her hand.

"It's alright, does the Spirit Hall need your piece of land? Great power is a good thing, it means we didn't choose the wrong spirit bone for you."

"But be careful next time. Go to the special training ground to test your skills. Making such a commotion in the back mountain in the middle of the night, the patrol captain came to report to me last night, saying that a powerful person had infiltrated Wuhun City and caused trouble. They were so scared that they didn't dare to close their eyes all night."

Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Bibi Dong didn't seem to blame him, and quickly patted his chest to assure her:

"Don't worry, teacher! There definitely won't be a next time! Next time I'll definitely find a deserted, desolate place to try!"

Zhu Zhuqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His Holiness the Pope really favored Lin Ye. If it were anyone else, they would probably have been dragged out and beaten long ago.

Bibi Dong looked at Lin Ye, her expression gradually becoming serious, as if she had something important to tell him.

"Lin Ye, go to the Hall of Offerings now," Bibi Dong said solemnly, looking at Lin Ye.

Bibi Dong explained, "The Grand Elder Qian Daoliu has sent word that he has something to say to you. Go see him now."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye felt a surge of doubt, but he still agreed.

"Understood, I will go now."

Lin Ye bid farewell to Bibi Dong and Zhu Zhuqing, and walked out of the Papal Palace alone.

As Lin Ye walked up the white jade steps leading to the offering hall, his brows furrowed tightly as he pondered the matter.

"Grand Elder Qian Daoliu is looking for me? What could he possibly want with me?"

As Lin Ye walked, he secretly made plans in his mind.

As a transmigrator, Lin Ye knew Qian Daoliu all too well.

That was the true strength of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Limit Douluo! A peerless powerhouse known as invincible in the sky! He was also the representative of the Angel God on earth.

Normally, this Grand Elder stays in seclusion in the Hall of Offerings and almost never inquires about the specific affairs of the Spirit Hall.

Even Pope Bibidon often had to give the Temple of the Worship some face.

Last time, when they were intercepting Shrek Academy, Tang Hao suddenly appeared and almost killed Chrysanthemum Douluo with a single hammer blow.

At the critical moment, Qian Daoliu made his move, and a sword aura directly forced Tang Hao back.

Lin Ye still vividly remembers that terrifying strength.

"Although I am the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, I am Bibi Dong's personal disciple and do not have the bloodline of the Angel Clan."

"That old bastard Qian Daoliu, ignoring his precious granddaughter Qian Renxue, suddenly demands to see me. What exactly is he up to?"

The more Lin Ye thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

Could it be that my outstanding performance in this continent-wide high-level soul master elite competition has attracted the attention of those old guys in the Hall of Worship?

Or perhaps, Qian Daoliu discovered something about the secret of his Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul?

The Dark Demon God Tiger possesses evil attributes, while Qian Daoliu represents the holy power of angels; these two are inherently opposed.

"Could this old man think my martial spirit is too evil and want to destroy me?"

The thought suddenly popped into Lin Ye's mind, but he immediately shook his head.

"Impossible. If he really wanted to harm me, Bibi Dong would never have sent me alone. The fact that Bibi Dong sent me means that at least my life is not in danger."

Lin Ye took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the doubts in his heart.

"Who cares! We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Let's go see what this old man is up to!"

Lin Ye quickened his pace, going up the stone steps.

After walking for about ten minutes, an extremely magnificent building came into Lin Ye's view.

This is the offering hall.

Unlike the opulent Papal Palace, the Hall of Worship is entirely crafted from pure white jade, exuding an aura of holiness, solemnity, and inviolability.

In front of the main hall stands a six-winged angel statue that is a hundred meters tall, holding a giant sword and overlooking the entire Wuhun City.

Lin Ye stood in the square in front of the temple, looking up at the huge angel statue, and felt an invisible sense of oppression pressing down on him.

"Lin Ye, come in. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

An aged yet powerful voice suddenly rang out from the depths of the main hall.

He took a deep breath and strode toward the gate of the offering hall.

Pushing open that heavy jade door, a sacred and solemn aura wafted out.

The main hall was empty, without any superfluous decorations, and in the very center stood a huge statue of an angel.

Below the statue stood an old man wearing a gray robe.

The old man had his back to Lin Ye, his blond hair casually draped behind his head.

But Lin Ye knew very well that this old man was no pushover.

This is Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall. There are only a handful of people in the entire Douluo Continent who can fight him to a draw.

"Lin Ye greets the High Priest."

Lin Ye stopped ten meters away from Qian Daoliu, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly in greeting.

Qian Daoliu slowly turned around.

He looked Lin Ye up and down a few times, then suddenly smiled:

"His martial soul is the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, and he also has five ten-thousand-year soul rings. Bibi Dong has indeed taken on a good disciple; he truly is a genius."