stonecrandall Chapter 45 Reunion with Bibi Dong
Chapter 45 Reunion with Bibi Dong
Chapter 45 Reunion with Bibi Dong
The Hall of Offerings is located at the summit of the central mountain, while the Papal Palace is located halfway up the mountain.
Ye Qifeng experienced that dizzying feeling of high-speed movement once again.
On the way, Ghost and Night Wind shared some important points to note when meeting the Pope.
A few minutes later.
Outside the council chamber of the Papal Palace.
Ghost and Night Wind, their figures emerged from a wisp of mist.
There was a Holy Emperor Warrior on each side of the gate, responsible for guarding it.
"Open the door!"
Ghostly figure pulled out an elder's token that belonged exclusively to him from his black robe, showed it to the two of them, and gave them a command.
Two Holy Emperor warriors immediately stepped forward, pushed open the grand hall doors that were over ten meters high, and welcomed the two inside.
Following the ghostly footsteps, Ye Qifeng stepped into the Papal Palace council hall.
After entering the hall.
Ye Qifeng scanned the area and found that the Papal Palace council hall was over a thousand square meters in size, very large and spacious.
Then they looked towards the high platform of the main hall.
Bibi Dong's beautiful figure immediately came into view.
Ye Qifeng's gaze was immediately drawn to it.
At this moment, Bibi Dong sat upright on the pale purple papal throne, without lazily crossing her legs as usual.
Holding a two-meter-long papal scepter in her hand, her beautiful light purple eyes stared straight at Ye Qifeng.
Her long, pinkish-purple hair was casually tied back, complementing the nine-curved purple-gold crown on her head. She blended into the surrounding purple halo, giving her a noble and charming beauty.
In addition, her fair skin and near-perfect appearance made her stand out from the crowd.
Bibi Dong was stunningly beautiful. Compared to when Ye Qifeng first met her six years ago, her noble, elegant, and serene temperament had become even more pronounced.
Even though she is now over forty, time has not left a single mark on her, and she looks no different from a girl in her early twenties.
Upon seeing the near-perfect Bibi Dong again, Ye Qifeng's dark eyes never blinked, never leaving her for a moment, openly offering his praise and admiration.
"How can such a perfect person be ruined?" Ye Qifeng thought to himself, his eyes resolute.
Ye Qifeng looked at Bibi Dong, and Bibi Dong was also looking at him.
Their eyes met, each fixed on the other.
Although they had met at the Martial Soul Temple in the West District not long ago, the time was too short. Now that they had met again, they were both happy, but their feelings were different.
One person appreciates it, another anticipates it.
At this moment, Bibi Dong's gaze remained fixed on Ye Qifeng, watching him walk in step by step from outside the door, her pretty face filled with anticipation.
"call--."
Bibi Dong felt relieved upon finally seeing Ye Qifeng arrive and gently exhaled a fragrant breath.
"It seems that the child was not taken away by Qian Daoliu."
She won this round of talent competition slightly better than Qian Daoliu, and was in a good mood.
A smile suddenly appeared on Bibi Dong's pretty face; she felt confident.
Ever since she learned that this child was the same baby who helped her break through the title barrier, she had been keeping a close eye on him.
She knew everything about Ye Qifeng, including every detail of his life.
This includes his childhood friendship with his disciple Hu Liena, his relationship with that annoying child, his intelligence and photographic memory from a young age, his mastery of all the books in the Spirit Hall's archives at a young age, and his extraordinary insights into possessing a spirit, etc.
This is a promising candidate for studying martial spirit theory.
She had already prepared herself mentally that if Ye Qifeng couldn't become a Soul Master, she would let him pursue the path of Martial Soul Theory Research.
But to his surprise, he gave himself a huge surprise.
He actually awakened a god-level quality martial soul.
Bibi Dong was happy for the child.
Seeing Ye Qifeng, whom she had been following closely for the past two years, Bibi Dong couldn't help but smile.
"Greetings, Your Holiness! I have brought the person here." Ghostly led Night Seven Wind to the center of the hall and knelt on one knee.
The eerie voice startled them from their reverie.
Seeing Ye Qifeng staring blankly at Pope Bibi Dong, the face hidden in the ghostly black robe couldn't help but change color.
But Gui Mei dared not be too presumptuous, after all, this child was someone Bibi Dong valued highly.
So he quickly reached out and touched Ye Qifeng, gesturing for him to bow.
"Your Holiness the Pope!"
Ye Qifeng was jolted awake from his reverie over Bibi Dong's beauty and immediately bent his knees to kneel down.
It didn't matter to Qian Daoliu that he didn't kneel, since the old man didn't like those old customs anyway. But it was different with Bibi Dong; after all, she was beautiful.
No need for formalities.
When Bibi Dong saw that Ye Qifeng was about to kneel down, she stretched out her jade hand and used her soul power to stop him.
Then her beautiful eyes turned to the ghostly figure, and she spoke softly from her lips:
"Thank you for your trouble, Elder Ghost. You may leave now."
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"
The ghostly figure, with his robes and hat hanging low and his head not raised, responded respectfully, then rose and left the hall.
After the ghost left, the doors of the Papal Palace closed again.
Bibi Dong rose from the papal throne, her figure swaying as she floated down, like a goddess descending from the heavens.
Bibi Dong came to Ye Qifeng, bringing with her a fragrant breeze that was very pleasant to smell.
Ye Qifeng's eyes widened involuntarily as he watched this scene.
Bibi Dong didn't care about Ye Qifeng's unbridled gaze. She knew she was beautiful, and no man could resist her beauty.
Even though he was still a child, he was not immune to the common practice.
Anyway, all men are like that, none of them are good. No, this child is not bad, Bibi Dong thought to herself.
She looked at the child in front of her.
His eyes were as black as ink and as clear as water. He was 1.3 meters tall, with a head of jet-black, shiny hair cascading down his back. His face still had a bit of baby fat, but his features had matured a little, making him look like a handsome young boy.
He exudes a gentle, clean, and quiet aura, seemingly possessing an infectious power that makes people unconsciously want to immerse themselves in it, as if the whole world has quieted down with him.
No wonder Nana and Qian Renxue both like to be close to him.
This gentle and peaceful quality made her feel an involuntary sense of closeness and a desire to immerse herself in it.
Being by his side seemed to make me feel much better.
Bibi Dong's heart stirred, and she took light steps forward to approach Ye Qifeng, carefully sensing the aura emanating from him.
A moment later, she realized something, and her eyes lit up.
She murmured to herself:
"That's right! It's that magical aura, and it seems even stronger than it was six years ago."
"Just standing next to this child instantly calms you down, dispels negative emotions, relieves headaches, and clears your mind."
"It's a very comfortable feeling that calms the mind."
"The two Spider Emperor Martial Souls on my body seem to be pulsating even more intensely than before."
Even the influence of the Rakshasa's divine power on him was suppressed.
Bibi Dong couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if she wanted to inhale that mysterious aura into her stomach.
"Fortunately, he wasn't kidnapped."
Bibi Dong wore a smug smile, which was directed at Qian Daoliu.
(End of this chapter)