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

In order to hunt down the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor transformed soul beast, Qian Xunji led two Title Douluos, Ju and Gui, and several Soul Saint elites out in full force, only to encounter a desperate counterattack from Tang Hao, the genius of the Clear Sky Sect.

With the strength of a newly promoted Title Douluo, Tang Hao crushed the Pope's team and severely injured Qian Xunji before leaving triumphantly!

If it weren't for the desperate protection of the two titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, Qian Xunji would probably have perished on the spot.

"Good! Well done, Tang Hao!"

As she walked up the jade steps leading to the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong appeared solemn and worried, but deep down she was laughing wildly.

If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, she would have even wanted to set up a longevity tablet for Tang Hao on the spot!

Bibi Dong was still thinking about how to find an opportunity. After all, Qian Xunji was a level 95 Title Douluo. Not to mention that she was only level 96 now, even if she reached level 98, it would be impossible for her to kill that guy in Wuhun City.

After all, with two titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, guarding the side, as well as Thousand Paths and the group of worshippers on the mountain, if they were to forcefully take action, even if she reached level ninety-nine, she would probably have to stay here.

She endured all these years, not so that she could perish together with Qian Xunji.

But now, Qian Xunji is seriously injured, this is a golden opportunity!

The Pope's bedroom.

Bibi Dong stood before the heavy nanmu wood gate, took a deep breath, and adjusted the expression on her face.

The smile that had been barely contained upon hearing the good news instantly turned into one of shock and anxiety.

It must be said that living under Qian Xunji's nose for the past few years has honed her into an excellent actress.

As Bibi Dong pushed open the door, a strong medicinal smell mixed with a sacred aura rushed towards her.

On the large bed, Qian Xunji's face was ashen, his body was wrapped in bandages, and his breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

Beside the bed, two towering figures stood guard, one on the left and one on the right.

The man on the left looks to be only in his thirties, dressed in a simple gray robe, yet he gives the illusion of being one with heaven and earth. He is none other than the Grand Master, Qian Daoliu.

The one on the right is burly, clad in golden armor, exuding an aura of oppression like an ancient behemoth. He is the Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Upon seeing Bibi Dong enter, Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned slightly, while Qian Daoliu slowly turned around and said calmly, "Bibi Dong? Where have you been for the past year?"

"The Pope is seriously injured, and the Spirit Hall is in a state of panic. As the Holy Maiden, you have disappeared without a trace."

There was no direct reprimand, but the overwhelming pressure instantly locked onto Bibi Dong.

In the past, Bibi Dong might have broken out in a cold sweat under this oppressive aura.

But now, she has been completely transformed. She simply bowed slightly and performed a standard disciple's salute, her face showing just the right amount of guilt and worry.

"Reporting to the Great Master, I know that my cultivation has reached a bottleneck and I am unable to break through it. In order not to disappoint my teacher's expectations, I have gone to the Death Canyon alone for training over the past year in order to seek an opportunity to break through."

"I had just emerged from seclusion when I heard of my teacher's misfortune. I was extremely anxious and rushed back immediately."

"Death Canyon?" A hint of surprise flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

That place is known as a forbidden zone for Soul Masters, and even he is unwilling to venture into its depths easily.

"You've broken through?" Qian Daoliu looked Bibi Dong up and down.

Bibi Dong didn't speak, but only released a slight aura.

A massive fluctuation of soul power belonging to a Title Douluo vanished in an instant. Although she deliberately suppressed her realm, only showing the level of someone who had just entered the ninety-first level, and concealed her true strength with the aura of the Soul Devouring Spider King, it was enough to move the two elders present.

"A Title Douluo?!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes widened. "You...you actually took this step?!"

A titled Douluo at less than thirty years old! This is simply unprecedented!

Chapter 5 Holding the Emperor Hostage to Command the Lords

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Even the usually calm and collected Qian Daoliu had a hint of complex admiration and satisfaction in his eyes.

Even he had to admit that Bibi Dong was the most outstanding genius in the history of the Spirit Hall.

"good very good."

The frost on Qian Daoliu's face melted a little. "Twin martial souls, and you've already advanced to the title of Douluo at such a young age. Although Xunji is injured, as long as you're here, the future of my Spirit Hall still exists."

"Teacher... how is he?" Bibi Dong looked at Qian Xunji on the bed, her eyes filled with concern that was almost overflowing.

"His life has been saved for now." Qian Daoliu sighed, looking at his son who was half-dead on the bed, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

"The Great Sumeru Hammer, I never expected Tang Hao to be able to master that kind of move."

"However, given his initial state upon reaching the Title Douluo level and the power he displayed, he wouldn't be much better off than Xunji right now!"

“Now…” Bibi Dong asked tentatively.

"His life has been saved, but recovery will be extremely difficult." Qian Daoliu shook his head. "The Second Elder and I have worked together to regulate his meridians and suppress his injuries. From now on, he can only rely on himself to slowly recover."

"Alright, Bibi Dong. Xun Ji is seriously injured now. As the Holy Maiden, you will temporarily handle the affairs of the Papal Palace. You may leave."

……

After leaving the Pope's bedroom, Bibi Dong returned to her own temple.

Upon returning to his palace, Nan Feng immediately activated the Death Spider Emperor's eighth soul skill, Spider Emperor Clone, and escaped on his own.

Bibi Dong was speechless, but too lazy to bother with him.

At least this guy didn't steal her body.

"Ptooey! Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Nan Feng, controlling the peerless Spider King clone, spat out the exquisite pastries he was eating onto the ground with a look of disgust.

"What a piece of junk! It has no taste at all, it's just like swallowing a wad of air!"

Nan Feng pointed to the plate of osmanthus cakes on the table, which looked particularly tempting at the moment, and complained to Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in deep thought: "Your soul skill is just for show, it's all show and no substance. It has no sense of taste, no sense of touch, and you can't even feel hot or cold. It's really boring."

Bibi Dong glanced at him coldly, completely ignoring this "emperor" who had intermittent bouts of madness.

"Are you even listening to me?" Nan Feng leaned right up to Bibi Dong's face.

Looking at her other self so close to her, Bibi Dong rubbed her temples. "If you're really bored, go back to the Sea of ​​Spirit. I need some peace and quiet to think about my next plan."

The man lying in the hospital bed was like a thorn that had been pricking her for so many years.

Now that the opportunity to remove the thorn is at hand, she must ensure that everything goes smoothly.

"A plan? What's there to think about?"

Nan Feng controlled his clone to plop down in a chair, crossed his legs, and said, "Once those two old guys leave, you go in, activate your martial spirit, devour him, and you're done."

"Easy for you to say."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, "That's the Papal Palace, right under Qian Daoliu's nose. Killing Qian Xunji is easy, but what happens afterward? That old bastard Qian Daoliu may not care about worldly affairs, but he's extremely protective of his own. If he finds out I killed his son, what are my chances of leaving Wuhun City alive?"

"That's why I revealed my strength just now. To prove to him that I'm more valuable than Qian Xunji. If my value is great enough, perhaps I can fight for that sliver of hope."

“If we lose the bet…” Bibi Dong’s eyes hardened, “I’ll fight to the death. As long as I can kill that beast, I’ll accept it even if it means hiding in the Rakshasa Secret Realm and never coming out again!”

"Tsk tsk tsk, such deep-seated bitterness and hatred."

Nan Feng shook his head, and the clone suddenly turned into countless points of light and dissipated.

Bibi Dong thought that this guy had finally calmed down and was preparing to review the details of the assassination.

But the next second—

A familiar yet maddening wave of dizziness suddenly swept over me!

It was as if someone had struck her soul hard; Bibi Dong felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and control of her body instantly shifted to her!

"Nan Feng!!!"

Bibi Dong roared angrily in her spiritual sea, "Are you crazy?! I've already given you my clone, why are you still trying to steal my body?!"

"I already told you, that clone is useless; it tastes bland when it eats!"

In reality, Bibi Dong naturally reached out her jade-like hand, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, and elegantly put it into her red lips, chewing it slowly.

As the sweet and glutinous texture blossomed on his tongue, Nan Feng squinted his eyes in ecstasy:

"Mmm~ That's right! Soft, sweet, and melts in your mouth. This is what it feels like to be alive!"

"You stole my body just to eat a piece of pastry?!" Bibi Dong felt her worldview collapsing.

Is this guy a reincarnated starving ghost? He's a 100,000-year-old soul beast!

"I've given you my life, what's wrong with eating something?" Nan Feng said matter-of-factly.

"Besides, you don't need your body to think, so what's wrong with me borrowing it?"

Bibi Dong was speechless, but she didn't want to waste her breath on this old spider who was having intermittent bouts of madness.

It's just about eating something.

She then calmed herself down and began to think about her next plan.

……

The back garden of the Basilica of Saintess is adorned with flowers and is quiet and elegant.

Nan Feng, controlling Bibi Dong's body, was strolling around like an old man wandering his own backyard, holding half a piece of unfinished mung bean cake in his hand.

Suddenly, he stopped walking.

Behind a clump of tall violets, a petite golden figure peeked out furtively, seemingly spying on what was happening, or perhaps hesitating whether to approach.

She was a little girl of about eight or nine years old, with delicate features, bright blonde hair, and a pair of pure golden eyes.

She exuded a holy aura of light that made Bibi Dong's soul feel nauseous—a scent unique to the angel race.

A thousand feet of snow.

Deep within the sea of ​​her spirit, Bibi Dong, who had been lost in thought with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Her eyes were filled with extreme disgust, as if she had seen something filthy, and a hint of barely perceptible panic.

"Get her out!"

Nan Feng ignored him.

A playful smile appeared on his lips, and his previously languid gait suddenly changed. With a flicker, he vanished from the spot.

The next second, Qian Renxue, who was about to sneak away, suddenly saw a tall figure blocking her way.