Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Saint Master, Twelve Talismans Chaotic the Continent

Chapter 18 The Pope's Little Lover

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Nan Feng, who had been knocked unconscious by Bibi Dong's slap, took a nap. When he woke up, Hu Liena ran over to tell him that the Elder Hall had made a new decision: the Holy Maiden would inherit the position of Pope in order of succession. At the same time, the Spirit Hall declared war on the Clear Sky Sect.

"Wuhu~"

"Good days have begun!"

Nan Feng was finally able to walk in the Holy Maiden's Palace in human form.

Nan Feng had already confirmed that Bibi Dong would not kill him.

Feelings are something that can be both erased and cultivated. During the three years in the City of Slaughter, he stayed by Bibi Dong's side, showing her care and concern in every way. In addition, during the three years of the dream game, he almost completely destroyed Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang.

My previous outbursts of anger were a normal reaction after my lie was officially exposed.

But to say that Bibi Dong had no idea beforehand would definitely be a joke.

All I can say is that she knows, but she doesn't want to admit it, just like Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang. She knows she has loved the wrong person, but she is unwilling to admit it, and even goes so far as to continue down the wrong path. Strong-willed people have this common problem.

Even if you're wrong, you'll only continue to be wrong.

It's good if someone doesn't turn back until they hit a wall, at least there's room for recovery. But someone like Bibi Dong would rather die than turn back!

Even now, Bibi Dong still harbors expectations for Yu Xiaogang, but this is not because she loves him, but because she is unwilling to deny her past.

To put it bluntly, Bibi Dong was unwilling to admit that she had been blind.

Stubborn to the extreme.

Making a mistake is one thing, but admitting it is another.

It's like a college graduate who spent four years of university lying around and then joined the ranks of the unemployed complaining about how hard it is to find a job. What's wrong with me not knowing anything? Is it my fault? Didn't the school teach me anything?!

Why would others do that? What business is it of mine whether others do it or not?

"What are you doing here again?"

Seeing Nan Feng peeking in at the door, Bibi Dong, who was getting ready to attend the afternoon's coronation ceremony, was somewhat displeased.

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

The maids who were dressing and grooming Bibi Dong left without hesitation.

Although they didn't know where the man in front of them had come from, they recognized him by his attitude.

Their relationship with the Pope and a strange man was not something they could pry into.

"Your makeup is really ugly," Nanfeng complained.

Bibi Dong's face darkened. "If you're so good, you draw it!"

"I don't know how." Nan Feng spread his hands and lay down on the chair next to him.

"If you don't know, then shut your mouth." Bibi Dong said with a sullen face, and started fixing her hair accessories herself.

"I think you look better without makeup. You're naturally beautiful, why bother with all this unnecessary stuff?" Nanfeng said, puzzled.

The people of Douluo Continent are generally not ugly, thanks to the nourishment of their soul power.

Female Soul Masters, in particular, have such beautiful skin that they leave no room for the beauty industry to grow.

"That's the rule." Bibi Dong's mood improved considerably after being praised, but she still didn't give Nan Feng a friendly look.

"Different occasions require different makeup looks, and there are strict standards for these."

"So you painted yourself like this, afraid of being targeted?" Nan Feng said.

Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "If you say another word, I'll let you sleep for two more days."

"Alright, alright, enough talk." Nan Feng shrugged.

"Then, Your Holiness the Pope, what are your plans for me?"

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

"What do you want me to do with you?"

"At least get me an honorary elder position, Dangdang," Nanfeng said.

"Or an honorary pope would be fine too, I'm not picky."

Bibi Dong glanced at Nan Feng speechlessly. "Are you out of your mind or still half asleep?"

The proposal to appoint an honorary elder requires a vote in the Elders' Hall. It's not like she can just appoint whoever she wants. The Spirit Hall is the authoritative institution in the Spirit Master world, and it can't act arbitrarily.

She has only just ascended to the throne, and few elders in the Hall of Elders pay any attention to her. Before they see her abilities, the elders will not easily take sides. In fact, many elders are now thinking about how to secure more benefits for their families before she truly takes power.

Qian Daoliu merely placed her on the papacy; as for the extent to which she could achieve that, the old man had no say.

"What do you mean? You're not going to give me nothing at all, are you?" Nan Feng looked completely bewildered.

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

Bibi Dong's eye twitched.

What a crazy little lover!

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

"I don't have that much power right now. I can support you, but if you want to be an honorary elder, you'll have to make some achievements that the titled Douluo elders in the Elder Hall can't refute. Otherwise..." Bibi Dong stood up and turned to look at her back.

"Just stick to being your gigolo."

"Achievements?" Nan Feng paused.

"What type?"

"A master of theory?"

Bibi Dong's face darkened. "My patience has its limits!"

You bastard! You just love rubbing salt in the wound, don't you!

"Then what else can I do?" Nan Feng asked innocently.

"Sister, I'm currently just a level 40 Lesser Soul Master."

After a year of seclusion, and having fully absorbed the inner cores of the Ten Fiery Sun Serpents, he jumped directly from level 30 to level 40, successfully unlocking the Dog Talisman he had been longing for. However, he was still a long way from becoming a level 90 Title Douluo.

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

"The front line?" Nan Feng asked thoughtfully.

"If I kill two elders of the Haotian Sect, I can probably become an honorary elder, right?"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "The elders of the Clear Sky Sect are all Soul Douluo, the kind who can even fight against Title Douluo. Don't even mention you, even a Title Douluo wouldn't dare say he can kill you without a doubt."

A titled Douluo is guaranteed to win against a Soul Douluo, but in battle, winning and killing are two completely different concepts.

If someone can't beat you, can't they just run away?

Not to mention, when the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul goes all out, its destructive power is like a joke!

A reckless Soul Douluo wielding the Clear Sky Hammer is fully capable of dragging a low-level Title Douluo to their deaths!

The incident involving Tang Hao actually happened when she was still in the City of Slaughter. Back then, the titled Douluo who went to hunt down Tang Hao had one of his legs broken, and the old sect master of the Clear Sky Sect was so angry that he died. At that time, Qian Xunji wanted to start a war with the Clear Sky Sect, or at least cripple the Clear Sky Sect.

However, when the titled Douluos in the Elder Hall saw the veteran titled Douluo whose leg had been broken, they all said that the time was not yet right.

To put it bluntly, nobody wants to risk their life.

What if you really encounter someone who doesn't value their life?

Although the Haotian Sect is no longer the number one sect in the world in recent years, the strength of its martial spirit remains.

No one wants to fight the Haotian Hammer head-on.

(End of this chapter)