Chapter 526: Publicly Flirting with Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong, Who Else Dares?!
Chapter 526: Publicly Flirting with Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong, Who Else Dares?!
In the central square of Spirit City, one hundred thousand spectators listened in solemn silence.
The referee knelt on one knee, looking extremely respectful.
Above the highest golden steps of the Supreme Pontiff Palace, an extremely noble figure slowly stood up.
Bibi Dong’s brilliant purple-gold Supreme Pontiff robe rustled in the wind.
She held the Spider Emperor scepter, which symbolized Supreme power.
Her expression was holy and cold.
Majesty permeated the entire square.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei, the two Titled Douluo, stood on either side, not daring to even take a deep breath.
Bibi Dong’s violet-blue beautiful eyes overlooked the entire audience, and her cold voice, containing vast spirit power, spread across the clouds.
"The grand champion of this Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament is — Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"
The announcement rang out.
The originally dead silence in the square erupted into roaring cheers that pierced the skies.
"Ooh!!!"
The spectators cheered hysterically!
The nobles of the two Empires and the Elders of various Sects on the stands on both sides stood up one after another.
Everyone’s gazes focused on the center of the arena.
On that ground smashed into dust, the seven members of the Royal Fighting Team stood safely.
What was extremely absurd was that,
after such a tragic finals,
the Heaven Dou members didn’t even have a speck of dust on their bodies.
Xiao Wu hugged Lin Qingmo’s arm, playfully rubbing her fair rabbit ears.
Dugu Yan crossed her arms, her green hair fluttering, looking relaxed.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong looked at each other and smiled; they had looked forward to this moment for a long time.
At this moment.
Three red-robed attendants of Spirit Hall walked onto the platform respectfully, holding carved mahogany brocade trays.
The brocade trays were covered with red silk.
As the attendants reached out to pull away the red silk, three blindingly dazzling rays of light surged violently.
Those were three top-tier Spirit Bones exuding terrifying energy fluctuations.
The one on the left was a violent fiery red, a seventy-thousand-year Furious Strength Right Arm Bone!
The one in the middle had cyan light flowing like the wind, a sixty-thousand-year Swift Shadow Right Leg Bone!
The one on the right had a deep, captivating blue light, a fifty-thousand-year Mind Condensing Wisdom Skull!
The breathing of the entire audience suddenly became heavy.
"Gulp!"
Countless Spirit Masters had red eyes, and the sound of swallowing saliva rose one after another.
"Please invite the representative of Heaven Dou Royal Academy to the stage to receive the award!" shouted the red-robed referee.
Liu Erlong smiled brightly, reaching out to gently push Lin Qingmo’s back.
"A-Qing, go ahead."
"This glory belongs to you."
Xiao Wu blinked playfully even more, and shoved Lin Qingmo into the passage ahead.
"Brother, hurry up and get our loot!"
Dugu Yan covered her mouth and chuckled, "Captain, don’t keep Her Majesty the Supreme Pontiff waiting anxiously."
Lin Qingmo touched his nose, "Fine, then I’ll just go through the motions."
With elegant and calm steps, he stepped onto the stairs leading to the highest Supreme Pontiff stage.
Step by step!
The youth’s slender and upright figure appeared particularly eye-catching under the sky full of light and shadow.
Above the high platform.
Bibi Dong gazed down from above at the youth walking toward her.
In the eyes of outsiders, she was the unattainable, ruthless, and love-forswearing Supreme Pontiff.
But when that youth’s figure was reflected in her violet-blue pupils,
the Supreme Pontiff’s face, which had been frozen for a millennia, quietly melted.
An extremely secretive gentleness flashed deep within her eyes.
She thought of last night’s absurdity and madness.
This audacious youth, after stripping away all her disguises, tossed and turned her for the whole night.
Until this moment, the youth’s firm residual warmth seemed to still linger within her body.
The corners of Bibi Dong’s mouth curved into an extremely slight, exquisite yet charming arc.
Ordinary Spirit Masters simply could not perceive this extremely subtle emotional change.
But on the side of the stands, a golden figure was struck as if by lightning.
Qian Renxue’s delicate body stiffened in place.
She stared fixedly at that aloof woman on the Supreme Pontiff stage.
"She... smiled?"
Ever since she could remember, that woman called mother had never smiled at her even once.
What she was always given was only indifference, disgust, and ruthless reprimands.
But now...
that cruel and bloodthirsty Supreme Pontiff actually revealed that kind of look toward an outsider!
Qian Renxue’s mind went blank.
"Why..."
"Why would she look at Lin Qingmo with that kind of gaze?"
"She has never given even a shred of a pleasant expression to me, her own biological daughter!"
"What on earth is their relationship?"
Qian Renxue’s nails dug deep into her palms, her delicate body trembling violently.
At this moment.
Lin Qingmo had already crossed the final step and stood before Bibi Dong.
The two were separated by a mere foot.
The fragrance of cold and elegant night-dew flowers drifted in the air.
Lin Qingmo sniffed, his gaze unscrupulously sweeping across her luxurious Supreme Pontiff robe.
He had to admit, he really wanted to thoroughly appreciate and experience Master Bibi Dong in this majestic Supreme Pontiff posture.
He just didn’t know if there would be a chance in the future to let Master wear this outfit for a deep communication session.
He paused for half a second at Bibi Dong’s slender, tightened waist.
He was conveying flirtation through his gaze that only the two of them understood: "Is your waist still sore?"
Bibi Dong perceived the youth’s mischievous thoughts.
Her beautiful eyes glared at him, her earlobes faintly burning hot.
On the surface, she still maintained the Supreme Pontiff’s majesty and composure.
Bibi Dong slightly extended her slender, fair hand, picking up the mahogany brocade tray holding the Spirit Bones.
"Lin Qingmo, you are very outstanding."
"Your performance exceeded this seat’s expectations."
The cold voice resounded through the square.
It sounded like an Elder’s praise for a Junior.
Yet only Lin Qingmo could hear the trace of imperceptible coquettishness carried in the ending notes.
"Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff flatters me too much."
Lin Qingmo extended both hands to take the brocade tray.
At the instant of the handover,
the youth’s index finger very naturally hooked against Bibi Dong’s tender palm,
tracing a teasingly itchy stroke.
"!"
Bibi Dong’s delicate body shuddered imperceptibly.
She almost lost her grip on the Supreme Pontiff scepter.
This little scoundrel is truly daring!
This is right in full view of the public!
Who would believe anyone would dare to flirt with and seduce the Supreme Pontiff in front of tens of thousands of spectators?
She fiercely glared at this little scoundrel, quickly retracted her fair hand, and placed it behind her back.
Holding the brocade tray, Lin Qingmo lowered his eyes to glance at the three Spirit Bones in the tray.
Crimson, verdant, deep blue.
The lights reflected off one another, creating an imposing momentum.
"This is the reward of Spirit Hall exhausting its resources; it’s much better than in the original work."
Lin Qingmo sighed inwardly.
He felt this was specially prepared for him by Bibi Dong,
one each of fifty, sixty, and seventy thousand years.
In the eyes of ordinary Spirit Masters, it was indeed an astronomical Supreme treasure.
Pity that in his eyes, they were purely a few better-looking pieces of bone firewood.
"They aren’t as fragrant as my Master."
With no ripples in his heart, Lin Qingmo supported the brocade tray with one hand.
He turned around, overlooking the entire Great Spirit Arena from above.
The sunlight spilled over his shoulders, outlining a golden contour.
The one hundred thousand spectators in the audience immediately raised earth-shattering cheers.
"Imperial Team! Imperial Team!"
The sound waves were like a tide, overwhelming the sky.
Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that his teeth bit until they bled.
Yu Xiaogang collapsed limply onto the chair, his eyes unfocused and soul-lost.
Tang Xiao, the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, hid in the shadows, his eyes narrowed slightly, killing intent intertwining crazily.
The awards ceremony had ended.
Yet some small fry hidden in the dark seemed to already be unable to suppress the impulse to jump out.
(End of Chapter)
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