Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

Nan Feng plopped down on the ground, on the verge of tears. "Big sister, can't we change our divine position? I'd even accept climbing stairs on the neighboring Seagod Island, but being the Rakshasa God... it's not a job for a human!"

"Change? How do I change it?"

Bibi Dong said coldly, "I have already devoured Qian Xunji, and my body is tainted with the most extreme evil and resentment. Now that I've been targeted by Rakshasa, which god would grant me the inheritance?"

"Furthermore, if that old bastard Qian Daoliu finds out that I've given up the Rakshasa inheritance and lost my status as the successor to the divine throne, how long do you think he'll let me live?"

"What should we do then?" Nan Feng shrugged. "After last night's ordeal, I feel like my mental resilience has reached its limit. If it happens a few more times, I can't guarantee I won't go crazy. If I drag you down with me, don't blame me."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her inner anxiety.

There's no point in complaining now that things have come to this.

"Listen, Nanfeng."

Bibi Dong's voice became extremely serious, "From today onwards, you must cultivate with me."

"Cultivation? Cultivate what?"

"Strengthen your will!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. "I will use the killing intent of the God of Slaughter Domain to gradually stimulate your soul and enhance your mental resistance. Although the process will be painful, it's better than being devoured by the Rakshasa God!"

"Also, every time you enter the Rakshasa Secret Realm, you must remain fully conscious. I will dedicate some of my mental energy to protect you, but you will have to bear the main impact yourself!"

"I'll carry your grandpa!" Nan Feng wailed. "Is that even a human being can carry?!"

"We have to endure it, even if we can't!"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, "For my sake and for your own, you must stand up straight! Otherwise..."

"Boom-thump-thump-"

Just as the two were still arguing about the "tutoring class," the heavy, solemn bell rang again.

Eighty-one tolls of the funeral bell, their echoes still lingering.

The entire Wuhun City was plunged into a deathly silence of mourning.

"Death knell..."

Bibi Dong turned her head and looked out the window, a cold smile reappearing on her lips. "It seems that Qian Daoliu has already arranged everything."

"Let's go, my... Your Holiness the Pope."

Although Nan Feng's voice was still somewhat weak, it had regained its cynical tone, "Now that we're on this pirate ship, let's play our part well."

"As for that damned Rakshasa God Test..."

"At worst, we'll torture each other every day and see who goes crazy first!"

Chapter 13 Bibi Dong: The hatred for killing my master is irreconcilable!

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Inside the Papal Palace, white banners hung high, and the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.

The enormous coffin, crafted from ancient sandalwood, sat in the very center of the main hall, exuding extreme luxury.

Inside was Chihiro.

Bibi Dong, dressed in black mourning clothes, walked solemnly into the main hall.

The atmosphere in the main hall was somewhat heavy, and no one spoke, but Golden Crocodile Douluo's gaze was immediately fixed on Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong killed Qian Xunji and completely devoured him!

Qian Daoliu had already told him about this last night.

Originally, Qian Daoliu did not want to tell anyone about this, but he could not bear the pain of losing his son in his old age alone.

Moreover, Bibi Dong was tainted with a strange aura of an evil god, which made Qian Daoliu extremely wary.

Furthermore, now that Qian Xunji is dead, Qian Daoliu is unwilling to let Qian Renxue become an orphan, and he dares not let her face the pain of losing her parents overnight, so he left at that time.

They returned to the Temple of Angels.

It wasn't until this morning that Qian Daoliu brought him along to cover up everything.

This matter cannot be exposed, not only for Qian Renxue's sake, but also for the stability of the Spirit Hall. If we successfully deal with Bibi Dong, all will be fine, but if we fail, things will completely spiral out of control.

Therefore, Qian Daoliu planned to completely bury this matter and shift all the responsibility to Tang Hao and the Haotian Sect.

Qian Daoliu even planned to have Bibi Dong inherit the papacy.

This woman's talent and abilities were already evident when she served as a saint.

Given her current strength, it is only natural that she succeeds to the position of Pope.

This would both stabilize the situation and keep Bibi Dong, a dangerous factor, under control.

Even if Bibi Dong touched the legacy of the evil god, having the affairs of the Pope hold her back would at least slow down the speed at which she inherited that power.

Qian Daoliu believed that Bibi Dong was ambitious.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have used such a covert method to kill Qian Xunji, nor would she have stayed in Wuhun City after killing him.

She also wants the papacy!

On the high platform.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back. He did not turn around, nor did he want to.

Even as a peerless Douluo, the thought of having to personally help the man who killed his son to the position of Pope, while he was right behind him, still filled him with an indescribable weariness and disgust.

But he had no choice.

For Xue'er's sake, and for the sake of the Spirit Hall's foundation, he had to swallow this insult.

Golden Crocodile Douluo glanced at the silent figure and sighed inwardly. Then he turned around, his cloudy but piercing old eyes sweeping across the entire hall. The pressure of a level 98 peak Douluo pressed down like a mountain, instantly silencing the previously somewhat agitated hall.

"Now that everyone has arrived, I will announce the decree of the Grand Master."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was deep and thunderous, echoing throughout the hall.

"Pope Qian Xunji, in order to uphold the honor of the Spirit Hall, was ambushed by Tang Hao, a traitor from the Clear Sky Sect. Although he was given all his strength to save him, his vital essence was damaged, and he unfortunately passed away last night!"

Despite being mentally prepared, the elders present still felt a pang of sorrow upon hearing the confirmed news of the death, their faces showing grief.

"However, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and the Spirit Hall cannot be without a leader for a day. Now is a time of great turmoil. The Clear Sky Sect is eyeing us covetously from the outside, and we need to reorganize the people's hearts from within."

Golden Crocodile Douluo changed the subject, his gaze fixed on Bibi Dong, who was bowing her head in silent mourning.

"After discussions between the High Priest and myself, it has been decided that the Holy Maiden Bibi Dong will succeed to the position of Pope of the Spirit Hall, effective immediately!"

"what?!"

These words caused an uproar in the previously oppressive hall.

A senior platinum bishop couldn't help but step forward. Although he was intimidated by the authority of the revered elder, he still braced himself and said, "Second Elder, isn't this...aren't we being a bit hasty?"

"Although Her Highness is exceptionally intelligent, she is still quite young, not even thirty years old yet. In the entire thousand-year history of the Spirit Hall, there has never been such a young pope."

"Yes, the position of Pope is related to the rise and fall of the Spirit Hall. If a woman under the age of thirty were to take the helm, it would be difficult to gain the support of the people, let alone awe the heroes of the world!"

Questions and criticisms arose one after another.

In their eyes, Bibi Dong, though a genius, was ultimately just a junior.

Let her become Pope? Where would that leave the faces of us old folks?

Faced with the crowd's questions, Golden Crocodile Douluo neither explained nor became angry. He simply turned his head to look at Bibi Dong, who had remained silent, and said calmly:

“Bibi Dong, it seems that people don’t know enough about your strength.”

"If that's the case, then let them see if you're qualified."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her beautiful face expressionless, only a hint of contempt for these mediocre people flashing deep in her eyes.

Just as she was about to reveal her aura, Nan Feng, who was watching the show from within her spiritual sea, suddenly spoke:

"Dong'er, can I take the lead in this act?"

"roll."

"Ok."

Bibi Dong took a step forward.

boom--!!!

A chilling, domineering, and terrifying aura, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, instantly erupted from her center!

Then, to everyone's utter astonishment, spirit rings slowly rose from beneath her feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black...

Eight spirit rings pulsating – that's the ultimate, perfect spirit ring configuration!

"An eight-ring Soul Douluo?! She actually..."

The elder who had just raised the question was abruptly silenced before he could finish speaking.

Because the ninth spirit ring has been raised!

It was a vibrant, glistening red, as if it had been irrigated with fresh blood!

Red light filled the sky!

A terrifying crimson light instantly illuminated the entire dimly lit hall, and the imperial pressure emanating from the 100,000-year-old soul beast raged relentlessly in the hearts of every elder!

"A...a hundred thousand-year soul ring?!"

"A Title Douluo?! How is this possible?!"

The entire room fell silent!

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the eerie red spirit ring, their breath catching in their throats.

A titled Douluo under the age of thirty!

The ninth spirit ring is the legendary 100,000-year spirit ring!

With such talent and strength, let alone inheriting the papacy, he could easily crush those old guys right now!

"Now, who still thinks the Saintess isn't qualified?"