Chapter 325: The Family Stain That Qian Daoliu, Who Lived an Upright Life, Cannot Erase
Chapter 325: The Family Stain That Qian Daoliu, Who Lived an Upright Life, Cannot Erase
The hem of the Supreme Pontiff’s robe brushed over the cold jade steps, leaving only the starlight falling from the dome in the empty hall.
Bibi Dong walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window, her fingertips tapping the glass rhythmically, a crisp and cold sound.
Spirit City spread out beneath her—the towering city walls like the spine of a giant beast, the wide streets winding with lights, and countless Spirit Masters hurrying about, their voices boiling into a distant hum.
This was the Holy Land in the hearts of Spirit Masters across the entire continent.
But she didn’t see the city in her eyes.
Strength, Defense, Agility, and Breaking—the Four Single-Attribute Clans were now all held within her palm.
These four clans rooted in the Heaven Dou Empire had once been mentioned casually by Lin Qingmo.
So, she remembered, and she took action.
"I wonder how A-Qing will react to this surprise?"
The murmur escaping her lips was so light that only she could catch it.
Should she send a direct message to inform him?
Or wait for that child to come to Spirit City and present this great gift to him personally?
At the mention of that name, the knuckles tapping the window frame suddenly stopped.
On her cold, hard lips, a soft curve like spring water quietly emerged.
But then, this curve was tightly covered again by the re-congealing frost.
Inside and outside the Spirit Hall, across the Douluo Continent, only Lin Qingmo could make her lower her guard.
The newcomer made her feel even more disgusted.
"Boom—"
The main gates of the hall were violently smashed open.
Two thousand-pound stone doors slammed against the walls, creating a loud noise that shook the entire palace.
A blinding golden light, carrying overwhelming fury, shot straight inside.
Upon landing, it actually stepped out spiderweb-like cracks that spread across the jade floor.
Qian Daoliu’s figure stepped out from the light.
On his white High Priest robe, the Seraphim patterns flowed with golden light, and a phantom surged behind him; a holy pressure poured out like a tide in all directions.
In stark contrast to his holy aura was the anger on his face; Qian Daoliu’s rage almost burned through the glazed tiles of the hall’s roof.
"Bibi Dong!"
A roar like a great bell exploded in the empty hall.
The echoes on the four walls collided repeatedly, causing the hanging candle flames to dance wildly.
"Why did you take action against the Four Single-Attribute Clans without authorization!"
Qian Daoliu’s eyes, filled with fire, looked directly at Bibi Dong, issuing a majestic interrogation.
Bibi Dong slowly turned around, her skirt tracing a semicircle on the jade tiles.
She raised her chin and met those fiery eyes without flinching.
"High Priest, you break into my Supreme Pontiff Palace late at night just for a few small clans that left the Clear Sky Sect?"
"Small clans?"
Qian Daoliu took a heavy step forward, adding new cracks to the jade beneath his feet.
"Do you know that the Strength Clan is only a stone’s throw from Heaven Dou City? If the Spirit Hall uproots four clans overnight, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family will surely be furious and investigate thoroughly—"
"And so what?"
Bibi Dong cut him off, her tone as flat as if she were discussing tomorrow’s weather.
"So what?"
The Seraphim phantom behind Qian Daoliu suddenly flared up, plating the entire hall in a layer of golden light.
"Xue’er has been undercover in Heaven Dou for over ten years, and the plan to seize the nation is on the verge of success!"
"With this move of yours, her identity could be exposed at any time, and over ten years of hard work might come to naught—and you actually ask’so what’?"
After Bibi Dong finished listening, a faint smile actually appeared on her lips.
She saw through it.
Qian Daoliu didn’t care about those few small clans.
All he ever worried about was his precious granddaughter, whom he held in the palm of his hand.
Back then, Qian Daoliu agreed to send Qian Renxue to Heaven Dou to complete some grand plan of seizing the nation.
In fact, Qian Daoliu didn’t care for the Heaven Dou Empire at all.
He just wanted Qian Renxue to stay away from her, this "madwoman."
Lest the blood debt of his son, Qian Xunji, fall upon his precious granddaughter’s head.
"Is the High Priest finished?"
Bibi Dong stood in the center of the hall.
Facing the overwhelming pressure, her posture was as composed as if she were listening to a subordinate’s report.
Qian Daoliu was so provoked by her attitude that the veins on his forehead throbbed: "Bibi Dong, you—"
"In the base of the Four Single-Attribute Clans, I discovered the Vicious Beast that murdered the previous Supreme Pontiff, Qian Xunji."
When the three words "Qian Xunji" left her mouth, Bibi Dong’s voice was suddenly laced with deadly poison, her teeth gritted with a crisp sound, every word sounding as if it were dragged alive from the deepest part of purgatory.
The hatred surging in her eyes almost solidified into tangible darkness.
Even the holy golden light around Qian Daoliu involuntarily retracted a bit.
Using his name as a shield—she wished she could use this shield to drag that beast out and grind his bones to ashes once more.
"..."
Qian Daoliu’s anger froze as he was interrupted.
His tall body seemed to be pierced through the chest by an invisible blade, fixed to the shattered jade floor.
He understood better than anyone that Qian Xunji was by no means killed by Tang Hao; the true culprit stood right there, dozens of steps away from him.
But he couldn’t utter a single word.
What that wretch had done back then made him, a father who had lived an upright life, feel ashamed.
Because of guilt, and because of Qian Renxue, he chose not to pursue Bibi Dong and handed the position of Supreme Pontiff over to her.
Now she was actually using this matter to silence him; Qian Daoliu’s very breathing became as heavy as lead.
Bibi Dong looked coldly at his frozen face,
And continued: "Although these four clans left the Clear Sky Sect long ago, they still collude with the criminal Tang Hao, knowingly breaking the law. According to the laws of the Spirit Hall, they should have been severely punished."
Her tone was flat, without a single fluctuation, as if she were merely stating a fact.
"If the High Priest has any doubts, you can go and question Elder Ju and Elder Gui, who witnessed Tang Hao with their own eyes."
Tilting her head, Bibi Dong’s tone even carried a hint of politeness.
"Once you’ve clarified things, come back and point out whether I am qualified as the Supreme Pontiff or not, how about that?"
"..."
The hall fell into a dead silence.
Qian Daoliu stood where he was, his chest heaving violently, the veins on his clenched fists bulging into hideous ravines.
Tang Hao was recognized by the entire continent as the murderer of Qian Xunji.
The Spirit Hall had been hunting him for over ten years; it was perfectly justified, and no one could find fault with it.
The Four Single-Attribute Clans colluding with Tang Hao and being captured and brought to justice was reasonable and fair.
Even if it were brought before the monarchs of the Heaven Dou and Star LuoEmpires, the Spirit Hall would still hold the high ground of reason.
What else could he do?
Announce to the entire continent that the murderer of the previous Supreme Pontiff was the current Supreme Pontiff, Bibi Dong?
The Spirit Hall’s reputation would be utterly lost.
Qian Renxue’s future succession would also be completely overturned.
"..."
He opened his mouth, his dry lips twitching a few times, but in the end, he didn’t make a sound.
After a silence so long it almost solidified into amber, Qian Daoliu gave her a heavy look.
In that look, there was suppressed pain, suppressed endurance, and a kind of unspeakable exhaustion.
"Bibi Dong."
His voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper: "You truly... are quite something..."
Bibi Dong responded with a faint smirk: "The High Priest overpraises me; everything is for the Spirit Hall."
"..."
Qian Daoliu said no more, his body turning into a golden stream of light that shot straight into the sky.
He had come with sky-high rage but left in silence without a trace.
Bibi Dong gazed in the direction where that golden light disappeared, her lips curling into a cold, sharp arc.
"Heh."
The glory of the Seraphim, the arrogance of the continent’s strongest.
The old fellow who lived his whole life in this halo was, in the end, silenced by a single light remark from her.
She turned and strolled back to the Supreme Pontiff’s throne, picking up the black communication token on the desk.
Condensing spirit power at her fingertips, she branded a line of characters onto the token.
"A-Qing, the Four Single-Attribute Clans have all been brought to justice."
With a flash of spirit light, the characters vanished into the void.
The moment she put down the token, the eyes that were as cold and sharp as a blade just now quietly turned into a pool of deep, still water.
(End of Chapter)
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