Under the moonlight, grandfather and granddaughter walked in silence—
Qian Daoliu then recalled Tang Hao had just come here, his motives unknown.
He told her with a solemn expression,"Renxue, there was Tang Hao nearby, and he is very dangerous. Why don't I stay here until you accomplish the work for which you are here?"
Eve immediately connected all the dots. Her expression did not change, but her thoughts began to churn rapidly.
'So… my leisure as the teacher of Nuoding Academy is over.''If grandfather meets Xiao Wu, even for a second, her identity will be exposed. That cannot happen—not yet.''And Tang San… the Tang San I tested is definitely regressed''It feels almost certain now. A higher-dimensional Tang San—one who has already reached the apex—must be projecting his memories or consciousness fragments into this Tang San.'
She inhaled softly, then looked at Qian Daoliu.
"Well, Grandfather, I am resigning from the teacher's position and leaving for Heaven Dou City tomorrow."
Her voice carried neither hesitation nor reluctance—only calm decisiveness.
Qian Daoliu looked at her closely. But he didn't interrupt her. He didn't try to persuade her He simply nodded once, slowly.
As Eve turned and walked away, her golden hair reflecting the moonlight, Qian Daoliu's gaze drifted upward. The night sky above was unusually bright—cloudless. He narrowed his eyes.
Qian Daoliu clasped his hands behind his back—an old habit from as he still walked the Ellder's Hall corridors in the same way. The shadows around him lengthened as the wind shifted.
Far behind him, the moonlight shimmered quietly.
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Spirit City.
News travels fast—but it races even faster when someone powerful is deliberately keeping an eye on a specific person.
Inside the Pope's Hall, the atmosphere was suffocating as shadowy purple aura seemed to pulse with malice.
A lone messenger knelt on the cold floor, shivering uncontrollably as the baleful aura emitted by Bibi Dong wound around him like invisible chains.
Her beautiful voice—usually sweet like poisonous nectar—was now cold enough to freeze marrow.
"You are saying that a teacher in the primary Soul Master Academy of Nuoding City… poisoned Yu Xiaogang?"
Although her tone remained soft, each syllable struck like a hammer of ice.
The messenger trembled harder.He opened his mouth, his voice almost cracking.
"Y–Your Holiness, it was… yes. The teacher even resigned from the job the next day."
Bibi Dong's expression didn't change, but the temperature in the hall seemed to plunge several degrees.
Her eyes narrowed.
"I am asking again—did this teacher attack Yu Xiaogang?"
The messenger bowed until his forehead nearly scraped the floor.
"Y-Yes, Your Holiness."
Sweat poured down his temples.
The baleful aura intensified—sharp, suffocating, an invisible pressure that made it hard to breathe. Even the carved pillars seemed to groan under the force.
Then her voice came again.
"Who is that teacher?"
He swallowed hard before answering truthfully.
"The teacher's name is Eve… she has golden blonde hair and purple eyes. If Your Holiness requires a portrait, it will be available soon."
Bibi Dong finally reacted.
Her lashes trembled.
"Golden hair? Purple eyes?"Her voice was lower, quieter—almost unreadable.
The messenger replied quickly,"Yes, Your Holiness."
And then—the baleful aura vanished.
The overwhelming pressure disappeared so abruptly the messenger's lungs burned from the sudden return of air.
He dared to raise his head slightly—only to meet Bibi Dong's cold, emotionless gaze.
"You may go."
The messenger scrambled to his feet and nearly tripped in his haste to leave. He rushed out of the Pope's Hall as though escaping execution, his heart pounding wildly.
Only after the massive doors slammed shut behind him did he dare exhale.
Inside the hall, silence stretched.
Bibi Dong remained seated on her throne, her long legs crossed elegantly, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest.
Her thoughts… were anything but calm.
Golden hair and Purple eyes.
A combination far too familiar…
Bibi Dong uttered a calm command:
"Elder Ghost."
A swirl of cold, ghostly aura gathered in the center of the hall.A figure materialized from the shifting mist—thin, tall, wrapped in black.His mask gleamed faintly beneath the dim light.
He bowed low.
"Yes, Your Holiness."
Bibi Dong's gaze sharpened, her voice cool and authoritative.
"I want every piece of information you can gather about a teacher from Nuoding Academy."
Ghost Douluo nodded with practiced respect.
"As you wish, Your Holiness."
His voice was steady, but his heart was anything but calm.
Beneath the mask, sweat trickled down his temple.
Because—he knew exactly who that "teacher" was.
The moment the messenger mentioned golden hair and purple eyes, he felt his soul leave his body for a second.
After all…
He wasn't just an elder of Spirit Hall.
He was also a member of the Twilight Hermit Order.And the person disguised as Teacher Eve…
…was none other than Young Master Qian Renxue.
( Author notes: Everyone believes that Eve is Qian Renxue, while she has already moved behind the scenes)
'Young Master… can we please stop with the stunts that might give me heart attacks?'
He screamed silently in his mind.
'I'm already balancing on a hair-thin rope between loyalty to Bibi Dong and loyalty to you. One wrong move and Bibi Dong will turn me into fertilizer.'
'It took Yue Guan and me countless hardships to prove our loyalty after she became Pope… and she's a frighteningly sharp woman. Not the type you can fool twice.'
'If the day comes when she uncovers I'm double-crossing her… my head will be displayed outside Spirit City's gate before sunset.'
Then with a sigh inside his heart.
'Ah...Wait, I will just pray to the Angel Goddess when such a situation arises..'
(Author Notes: Since all the prayers are directed at Qian Renxue ,she sometimes fullfills some wishes on a normal basis, this has made some soul masters fanatics of Angel Goddess)
"Elder Ghost."
Bibi Dong's cold voice snapped him out of his spiraling internal monologue.
He straightened instantly.
"I–I will gather the information at once."
With that, his figure blurred into mist and vanished, practically fleeing the hall.
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Left alone, Bibi Dong leaned back in her seat, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
Her pupils narrowed, reflecting a flicker of calculation.
'Renxue… what are you doing?'
( Author notes: Bibi Dong knows about all the skills of 6 soul bones inherited by the Qian family from Qian Xunji from when she was his disciple. So she knows about the disguise skill of the Angel head soul bone)