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Inside the Supreme Pontiff Palace, Spirit City.
Gilded candelabras illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime.
Bibi Dong, clad in a luxurious Supreme Pontiff's robe, sat regally on the high seat.
Her slender fingers gently caressed the Hidden Weapons blueprints She Long had presented, and her amethyst-like eyes flickered with an obscure light.
The hall was terrifyingly silent, save for the occasional faint crackle of the candles.
She Long knelt on one knee on the crimson carpet, his head bowed, his breathing deliberately light.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, but he dared not raise a hand to wipe it away.
"Is this the handiwork of Tang Hao's son?" Bibi Dong finally spoke, her voice as clear and cold as an icy spring.
Her fingertip paused on a delicate mechanical design on the blueprint, and a meaningful curve appeared at the corner of her lips.
She Long's spine stiffened further: "Reporting to Your Holiness, it is."
A moment later, a sneer of disdain appeared on Bibi Dong's exquisite face: "Hmph, Tang Sect? It's nothing more than child's play." Her slender fingers gently traced the intricate Hidden Weapons structure on the blueprint, and a glint of surprise flashed in her purple eyes, "However, the design of these weapons does indeed have some merit."
"Your Majesty is wise." She Long immediately bowed in agreement, his voice tinged with just the right amount of reverence.
He maintained his bowed posture, not daring to meet the Supreme Pontiff's gaze, which seemed capable of piercing through one's soul.
Amidst the flickering candlelight, Bibi Dong casually placed the blueprints on the table.
Her luxurious robe shimmered with a cold light under the candlelight, forming a stark contrast with the faint smile on her lips.
The hall fell silent for a moment, with only the gems on the Supreme Pontiff's scepter occasionally reflecting a captivating glow.
Bibi Dong's gaze shifted slightly, and she indifferently swept her eyes over She Long: "Elder She, issue the order to immediately launch the 'Spirit Hunting Plan'." Her fingertip gently tapped the Supreme Pontiff's scepter, producing a crisp sound, "The primary target—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan." A cold glint flashed in her purple eyes, "At the same time, closely monitor every move of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"As Your Majesty commands." She Long's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he cupped his fists in acknowledgment.
He was about to turn and leave when he heard Bibi Dong suddenly speak again: "Elder She."
She Long immediately stopped, respectfully turned back, and bowed: "Does Your Majesty have any further instructions?"
Amidst the flickering candlelight, Bibi Dong's exquisite face was hidden in the interplay of light and shadow, and the gems on her gilded Supreme Pontiff crown reflected a cold, eerie light.
Bibi Dong gazed at She Long, her voice as light as a whisper yet carrying an undeniable authority: "After the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is annihilated…" Her fingertip gently stroked the intelligence scroll on the table, "Have that child come to the Star Dou Great Forest to see me."
She Long's expression stiffened, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "Your Majesty, this… Young Master's side…"
"It's fine." Bibi Dong's lips curved slightly, and her luxurious gown shimmered with a cold luster in the candlelight, "His ability to persuade Xue'er is the best proof." She elegantly raised the intelligence report detailing Feng Xiao's secret talks with Qian Renxue, and a difficult-to-fathom emotion flashed in her purple eyes.
She Long bowed deeply: "As Your Majesty commands." He retreated three steps before turning to leave.
As She Long's figure slowly exited the hall and disappeared at the end of the deep corridor, Bibi Dong's gaze remained fixed on the twinkling starlight outside the hall door.
A rare look of emotion appeared on her exquisite face, and complex emotions swirled in her purple eyes.
"It's truly something to look forward to," she murmured softly, her fingertips unconsciously caressing the gems on the Supreme Pontiff's scepter.
Thinking of the impending reunion with that young man, a long-lost flutter of emotion stirred in her heart.
In the halo of the gilded candelabras, Bibi Dong suddenly sighed softly: "What kind of magic does that child possess…" Her voice held a hint of confusion and curiosity, "To be able to make Xue'er, with her proud nature, accept the existence of other women."
She slowly rose, her Supreme Pontiff's robe trailing behind her in an elegant arc.
Walking to the window, she gazed in the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest, and Bibi Dong's eyes gradually became resolute: "To ensure foolproof success…" The moonlight cast a cold glow on her delicate profile, "He must completely become a person of Spirit Hall."
With this thought, Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, and her vermillion lips parted: "Someone…"
Before she finished speaking, the candles in the hall suddenly flickered.
Two figures, one gold and one black, appeared like specters, kneeling on one knee without disturbing a single speck of dust.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
Yue Guan's golden hair gleamed in the candlelight, while Gui Mei was completely shrouded in his black robe.
Both maintained a perfectly respectful bowing posture, showing deference without losing the demeanor of a Titled Douluo.
Bibi Dong looked down at the kneeling Chrysanthemum and Ghost, her purple eyes swirling with a captivating cold light.
Her fingertip gently tapped the Supreme Pontiff's scepter, producing a crisp echo in the grand hall:
"Deploy fully in the Star Dou Great Forest; you must find the trace of that escaped fish." Her voice, though soft, carried an undeniable authority, "Before the operation in Heaven Dou is completed, you must pinpoint its exact location."
The halo of the gilded candelabras cast varying shadows on her exquisite face: "Additionally…" A meaningful curve appeared at the corner of her lips, "Find a way to 'coincidentally' let the news of the Star Dou Great Forest's anomaly reach Heaven Dou City."
Gui Mei's figure under the black robe stiffened slightly: "Your Majesty, this…" His hoarse voice held hesitation, "If we alert the enemy…"
Bibi Dong's eyes shifted, and she indifferently scanned the two kneeling figures, her voice as clear and cold as an icy spring: "Once the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is annihilated, the major forces will undoubtedly be on edge and preoccupied." Her fingertip gently stroked the gem on the Supreme Pontiff's scepter, "And the news of the Star Dou Great Forest's anomaly is precisely bait carefully prepared for certain 'interested parties'."
A sharp glint flashed in Yue Guan's eyes, and he immediately bowed: "Your Majesty's foresight is profound; your subordinates are impressed!"
"Go." Bibi Dong gently waved her hand, and the gilded patterns on her Supreme Pontiff's robe shimmered in the candlelight.
In an instant, the two figures, one gold and one black, vanished like smoke, and the vast Supreme Pontiff Palace returned to silence.
Only the flickering candles remained, casting Bibi Dong's solitary figure onto the gem-encrusted walls, like an inviolable Divinity.
Outside the window, a cold crescent moon quietly climbed to the zenith, casting a mysterious silver glow over the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest.
"Xue'er…" Bibi Dong's eyes dimmed slightly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the patterns on the scepter, "Perhaps this will disrupt your plans, but Mother wishes you true happiness even more."
In the halo of the gilded candelabras, a rare softness appeared on her exquisite face.
In a trance, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in her mind—that elegant young man who always held a book, his brows forever etched with an unresolvable melancholy.
"Xiaogang…" she murmured softly, a complex emotion flashing in her purple eyes, "Soon… you too will be free from this pain."
The night wind swept through the hall, stirring her fallen hair.
Bibi Dong turned to look out the window, the moonlight elongating her figure, casting a lonely shadow on the cold marble floor.
The gems on the scepter reflected an eerie light, as if silently narrating the unspoken tenderness and obsession deep within this woman who stood at the pinnacle of power.
Deep night, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Dragon Valley.
The inky blackness of the night enveloped the entire Dragon Valley like thick ink, and the howling mountain wind stirred up withered leaves, swirling and moaning at the valley entrance.
Heavy dark clouds completely obscured the light of the stars and moon, plunging the entire land into death-like darkness.
At the valley entrance, two patrolling disciples walked slowly, their steps weary.
The Blue Lightning badges on their chests were dim in the night, and their young faces were etched with fatigue.
"This damn weather…" One of them yawned, rubbing his sore eyes, "Can't even see a single star."
As one of the most renowned Upper Three Sects in the current Spirit Master's world, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had clearly become the most potential attack system Sect, given the Clear Sky Sect's reclusion and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's fame for support.
Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School currently bore the title of "Number One Sect in the World," every Blue Lightning disciple knew clearly—that was merely relying on the prestige of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, two peak powerhouses.
The night wind swept fallen leaves past their feet.
Dragon Valley had been peaceful for too long, so long that these patrolling disciples had long forgotten to be vigilant.
They ambled along carelessly, their long spears dragging on the ground, leaving shallow marks.
The patrolling disciple on the left suddenly shivered, lowering his voice to complain to his companion: "Is it really necessary for us outer Sect disciples to patrol every day? Does someone actually dare to come to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to cause trouble?"
The disciple on the right tightened his collar and said helplessly: "Alright, less talk.
Although those guys in the Inner Sect look down on us, at least the treatment they give is not bad."
"Hmph, if it weren't for the generous rewards…" The left disciple pouted, then suddenly squeezed his legs, "You stand guard here first, I'm going over to that bush to relieve myself."
"You're so troublesome." His companion waved impatiently, "Hurry up and come back."
After his companion's figure disappeared into the dark bushes, the remaining disciple boredly poked the ground with his long spear.
This area at the valley entrance had an open view and simply didn't require much vigilance.
He yawned, thinking that after his shift, he definitely had to go have a couple of drinks to warm himself up.
The night wind suddenly became biting cold, making the back of his neck chill.
For some reason, he always felt that tonight's darkness was exceptionally dense, as if something was lurking in the shadows, peering into this sleeping Dragon Valley.
Suddenly, the patrolling disciple's ears twitched slightly.
As an ordinary outer Sect disciple, he was able to join the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan solely due to the favor left by his ancestors.
But heaven had bestowed upon him a talent that ordinary people could not match—extraordinary hearing.
As his earlobes gently twitched, an almost imperceptible "thump" entered his ears.
Years of patrolling experience allowed him to instantly determine that this was the sound of a human body falling.
"Not good!" His heart tightened, and he immediately held his breath, pushing his hearing to the extreme.
In an instant, countless subtle sounds rushed into his ears like a tide: the rustle of clothes rubbing, the faint clinking of metal, deliberately suppressed breathing.
Although these sounds were extremely faint, they surged towards Dragon Valley from all directions, like rising tides.
The patrolling disciple's pupils suddenly contracted, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to warn, a bone-chilling cold suddenly struck him from behind.
"Ugh—"
The patrolling disciple's eyes widened abruptly, as a cold blade had already pierced through his chest.
Intense pain swept through his entire body like a tide; he could clearly feel the sharp blade churning inside him, crushing his internal organs.
"Enemy attack…" He struggled to move his lips, but could only spit out a few mouthfuls of blood mixed with internal organ fragments.
Hot blood surged into his throat, blocking all warning sounds.
In the darkness, a hand wearing a black glove gently covered his mouth and nose.
In the patrolling disciple's last field of vision, countless crimson eyes suddenly lit up at the valley entrance—like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, silently surrounding the entire Dragon Valley.
His body slowly went limp, his consciousness flickering like a candle in the wind.
In his final moments of life, he heard a muffled groan from his companion's direction—evidently, he too had met with misfortune.
Blood spread on the cold ground, staining the outer Sect badge representing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
The night wind whimpered as it swept through the valley entrance, carrying the scent of blood deeper into Dragon Valley, but no one could sound the alarm anymore.
At the same time, hundreds of dark figures swept across the cliff like specters.
They dispersed in a well-trained manner, each person's hand shimmering with a chilling cold light.
The leading Spirit Master raised a hand and made a gesture; everyone activated their spirit ring at the same time—multicolored lights lit up in the darkness, yet strangely, they made no sound whatsoever.
Deep within Dragon Valley, the disciples on night watch were dozing off.
No one would have thought that this long-planned massacre would descend on this seemingly ordinary night.
When the first poisoned crossbow bolt pierced through the watchtower, the shrill alarm finally pierced the night sky—but it was too late.
"Boom—"
A blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the mountain of corpses piled at the valley entrance.
The torrential rain poured down, but it could not wash away the impending bloodshed.
On the other side, East Palace of the Crown Prince.
Qian Renxue sat on the gilded throne, her slender jade fingers gripping the armrest, her knuckles slightly white from exertion.
Her golden eyes now gleamed with a chilling light, fixed directly on She Long, who was kneeling on one knee.
"Why did she specifically ask Little Feng to go to the Star Dou Great Forest?" Her voice was so cold it seemed to freeze the air.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from She Long's forehead, and he bowed deeply: "Young Master, forgive me, your subordinate truly does not know the Supreme Pontiff's profound intentions." He carefully weighed his words, "Perhaps… she just simply wants to see Little Feng?"
Feng Xiao chuckled softly and slowly stepped forward.
His slender fingers gently rested on Qian Renxue's tense shoulders: "Xue'er, why trouble Uncle She?" His gentle voice carried a soothing magic, "If Her Holiness wishes to see me, I shall go."
Qian Renxue suddenly stood up, her golden hair sweeping up an dazzling arc behind her: "You know she—" The words caught in her throat, and she simply glared fiercely at She Long.
Feng Xiao subtly squeezed her palm, giving her a reassuring look.
Feng Xiao's gaze shifted slightly, giving She Long an understanding look.
She Long immediately felt relieved, quickly bowed in salute: "Your subordinate takes his leave." With that, he carefully retreated a few steps, turned, and quickly exited the hall, not forgetting to gently close the hall door behind him.