Bibi Dong walked to the mirror, looking at her own stunning yet cold face in the reflection, her fingers unconsciously stroking her flat abdomen.
There, words of humiliation had once been written, and her belly had been filled with a lot of warm milk, Heir Soup.
Thinking of that strange sense of fullness, and the soreness in her sister’s mouth brought on by the attack of the long spear, a cold light condensed into substance in her purple eyes.
The comprehensive investigation had been rolled out, secret investigations into the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluos had also been launched through special channels, and the search for ancient records and secrets was underway…
She was also accelerating her Rakshasa God God Trial, laying down multiple nets.
“That damned Time Thief, no matter how deep you hide, or how eerie your abilities are, as long as you are still in Spirit City, still spying on something…
This Seat will definitely drag you out, make you taste the most painful torture in this World, and you will never be reincarnated!”
Time slipped away quietly over a week in a delicate balance between high alert and a calm facade.
Since that day of comprehensive registration and investigation, the atmosphere in the Supreme Pontiff Palace and its surrounding areas had remained as taut as a pulled bowstring.
The frequency of patrols, the density of hidden sentries, and the occasional sweep of powerful mental force probes had not relaxed in the slightest.
However, apart from making all the Guard Knights and staff more cautious and nervous, it seemed that no substantial shadow had been caught.
Su Xu acted like the most inconspicuous screw in this tense atmosphere.
He strictly followed his shift schedule, performing his duties in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace or on the palace perimeter, his gaze focused, his posture standard.
He was taciturn during meals, and after returning to his lounge, he would engage in long periods of meditative Cultivation, consolidating his Rank 42 spirit power, and repeatedly savoring and cautiously attempting to guide the weak “devouring” characteristic of his Clock Martial Soul.
He was extremely patient, suppressing the restlessness and desire that had built up again and were about to overflow, keeping it tightly under his calm facade.
On this day, the afternoon sun shone through the tall buildings in Spirit City, casting long shadows on the clean stone road.
Su Xu and Roger were standing as usual at the guard post at the entrance of the east cloister outside the Popes Palace, their armor reflecting a cold, hard light.
The surroundings were as quiet as always, with only the rustling of wind through the leaves in the courtyard.
Just then, a figure slowly walked over from the archway at the other end of the cloister, gradually becoming clear.
It was a woman.
She was dressed in a simple yet luxurious white long dress, the hem of which swayed slightly with her steps, outlining a tall, slender, and near-perfect figure. Read this novel at novelping . com for the best experience.
What was most striking was her golden long hair, which was as bright as flowing sunlight.
It had no excessive decoration, just naturally draped behind her, shining with a dazzling luster in the afternoon light.
Her face was extremely beautiful, a beauty completely different from Bibi Dong’s majestic splendor or Hu Liena’s charming allure.
Her features were as exquisite as if meticulously carved by a Divine Craftsman, her skin as fair as snow, and there was an inherent nobility and aloofness between her brows.
Her eyes were clear yet deep, as if able to see through people’s hearts, yet seeming to maintain a faint indifference toward all things.
Her walking posture was composed and elegant, every step seeming to have been measured, carrying an indescribable air of holiness and arrogance, like a goddess walking out of an ancient mural.
With just one glance, Su Xu confirmed her identity in his heart—Qian Renxue.
The daughter of Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji, a peerless Genius with Innate spirit power of Rank 20, possessing the Divine Rank Spirit Seraphim, and also the one who had been lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire for many years, disguised as the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.
“Why would she appear here?” Su Xu’s thoughts raced, “Did Bibi Dong sense a crisis and secretly summon her back?
Or did Qian Renxue herself sense that the atmosphere in Spirit Hall was wrong and return specifically to investigate?”
Regardless of which possibility it was, it meant that an already complex situation had gained a variable that could not be underestimated.
Su Xu quickly focused his mind and, along with Luo Ge, tightened his grip on his long spear, leaning his body slightly forward in a standard alert posture; Luo Ge clearly did not recognize the blonde woman before them.
Qian Renxue had left the core of Spirit Hall very early on, and her existence and true appearance were high-level secrets within the hall; aside from a very few high-ranking officials, ordinary Guard Knights had no way of knowing them.
But Luo Ge was no fool; he could clearly feel the vast, abyss-like fluctuations of spirit power coming from her, even though they were restrained—an oppressive feeling far exceeding that of a Spirit King or even a Spirit Emperor!
This was an expert whose strength was at least at the Spirit Emperor level or above!
“Halt!” Luo Ge suppressed the inexplicable trembling and pressure in his heart, taking a step forward to block the entrance to the corridor.
His voice remained as steady as possible but carried an unquestionable weight, “This is the Supreme Pontiff Palace Forbidden Land.
No one may enter without the Supreme Pontiff’s decree or a summons!
Please identify yourself and state your purpose, Your Excellency!”
Su Xu also shifted a step at the right moment to form a pincer position with Luo Ge, saying in a deep voice, “Please stop, Your Excellency.” Qian Renxue did not stop her pace until she was a few steps away from the two of them. This chapter was taken from novelping . com without permission.
Her golden eyes swept indifferently over Luo Ge and glanced at Su Xu beside him; her gaze was calm and rippleless, as if she were merely looking at two talking armored statues, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
“Step aside.” Her voice was cold and pleasant, yet it carried a detached indifference that brooked no disobedience, as if she were merely stating a simple fact rather than making a request.
Luo Ge’s forehead broke into a light sweat; the other party’s attitude and strength put immense pressure on him, but duty was duty.
Gritting his teeth, he braced himself and said, “Your Excellency, it is our duty; without the Supreme Pontiff’s command, we cannot let you pass.
Please do not make things difficult for us.” Su Xu also stood silently to the side, showing his stance through his actions.
Qian Renxue’s beautiful brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, seemingly feeling a hint of impatience that these “ant-like” guards actually dared to block her.
She did not release her spirit power pressure, but the invisible Aura around her made the air feel as if it had stagnated.
Just as she seemed prepared to take action and force her way in, a cold and majestic voice rang directly in the ears of the three, carrying a trace of hard-to-detect complex emotion: “Let her in.” It was a voice transmission from Bibi Dong.
Luo Ge and Su Xu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, immediately retracted their spears, stepped aside to clear the path, and bowed, “As you command, Supreme Pontiff.”
Qian Renxue did not spare them another glance, as if they were merely inconsequential pebbles by the roadside.
With her composed stride, she stepped into the depths of the corridor, her white skirt soon disappearing behind the trees and flowers of the courtyard.
Luo Ge straightened up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and whispered to Su Xu with lingering fear, “My god, what is that woman’s background?
Her Aura is terrifying; she feels even stronger than vice captain Lei Meng!
The Supreme Pontiff actually personally transmitted her voice to let her pass.”
Su Xu shook his head and whispered back, “I don’t know.
Perhaps she is an Elder we haven’t seen before, or…
a distinguished guest from elsewhere.
Regardless, it’s not our place to inquire.”
Of course, Su Xu knew Qian Renxue’s identity very well, and he also knew that this was a mother and daughter whose relationship was complicated to the extreme.