Jialing Pass.
Above the fortress, the scent of war smoke mingled with the stench of blood, permeating the air.
Qianyu, dressed in a plain white robe, stood with her hands behind her back, gazing calmly at the distant battlefield.
His face was exceptionally handsome, as if sculpted by a god.
Behind him, a beautiful figure dressed in magnificent palace attire stood quietly; this was "Jing".
"My lord."
Jing's voice was clear and melodious as she handed over a scroll.
"This is the latest intelligence from Miaoyinfang."
Qianyu took the scroll and slowly unfurled it.
The handwriting was neat and beautiful, but the content was shocking.
"In the Battle of Jialing Pass, Tang San and the Shrek Academy team suffered repeated defeats, and the Heaven Dou Empire's army was showing signs of weakness."
"Tang San will set off soon for Seagod Island to seek to complete the ninth trial of the Seagod."
Qianyu's gaze lingered briefly on the scroll before she softly uttered three words.
"Bibi Dong".
These three words conveyed no emotion whatsoever.
Jing bowed slightly and continued her report.
"According to reports from our spies in the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong has been behaving strangely lately, and it seems... she wants to secretly meet with Yu Xiaogang."
The words had barely left his mouth.
A sharp, angry shout came from the side.
"She dares!"
A stunningly beautiful woman in a maple-red dress strode over; it was Gongsun Li.
Her figure was graceful, and every step she took was swaying and elegant, as if she were taking invisible dance steps.
Those jade-like legs, encased in long stockings, were long, straight, and had smooth, rounded lines.
Every inch of her skin exudes a breathtaking smoothness and elasticity, causing her skirt to sway as she walks, radiating charm that is enough to make anyone's blood boil.
At this moment, Gongsun Li's pretty face was frosty, and her beautiful eyes were full of contempt and anger.
"That woman is an ungrateful wretch!"
"My lord, how much have you sacrificed for her? That's why she's where she is today! And now she actually wants to betray you and go to that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang?"
Gongsun Li was so angry that her chest heaved, feeling sorry for Qian Yu.
Qianyu remained silent.
He simply gazed into the distance, lost in thought.
More than 30 years ago, he traveled to this Douluo Continent.
His identity is that of a distant relative of the Qian family of the Spirit Hall, and the nominal nephew of Pope Qian Xunji.
At the age of six, the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony took place.
When twelve radiant and holy wings stretched out from his back, the entire Spirit Hall trembled.
Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul!
The six-winged angel, surpassing the inheritances of thousands of families, is an unprecedented divine-level martial soul!
In order to conceal this talent that was enough to overturn the continent's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure of the continent), the high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall, including the Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, unanimously decided to declare to the public that his spirit was just an ordinary four-winged angel and to hide his true strength.
In order to win over this most brilliant genius in the history of his family, Qian Xunji betrothed his most outstanding disciple, Bibi Dong, to him.
At the age of sixteen, he reached level ninety in cultivation and quietly became a Title Douluo.
In the same year, he married Bibi Dong.
Not long after, their daughter was born and named Qian Renxue.
Now, he is over thirty years old, and his strength has long since broken through the shackles of the Title Douluo, reaching the realm of demigod.
Over the years, he has been extremely kind and righteous to his wife, Bibi Dong.
He offered her countless forms of help, both overtly and covertly.
She suffered a qi deviation while cultivating the Rakshasa divine power, and he used his own divine power to straighten her meridians and save her life.
She wanted to vie for the papacy, and it was he who personally intervened, persuading the stubborn Qian Daoliu and overcoming all opposition to place her on that supreme throne.
Moreover, in order to consolidate her power, he secretly placed his own faction around her.
Those mysterious and unpredictable Soul Masters under Bibi Dong's command were almost all her people.
He can summon characters from another world, "King's Continent".
Jing and Gongsun Li are both like this.
Based on this, he secretly established the "Jixia Academy," scattering many powerful individuals like chess pieces throughout the continent, creating a vast intelligence and power network covering the entire Douluo Continent.
But he didn't expect that.
So many years of dedication, so many years of gentle treatment.
Ultimately, it's impossible to warm a heart that's already frozen.
In Bibi Dong's heart, he was perhaps just another cage that the Qian family used to imprison her.
Yu Xiaogang was always the unforgettable white moonlight in her heart.
And all her husband's efforts over the years were ultimately in vain, a mirage.
Now, for that man, she is willing to betray everything, betray the Spirit Hall, and betray him as well.
What an ungrateful wretch...
In the depths of Qianyu's eyes, the last trace of warmth slowly dissipated, turning into a silent void.
He turned around and gave instructions to Gongsun Li and Jing.
"Keep an eye on Jialing Pass, I'll be right back."
With that, he flashed, tore through space, and vanished from his spot in an instant.
Wuhun City, Papal Palace.
Inside the magnificent palace, Bibi Dong, dressed in a purple papal robe inlaid with gold patterns, sat regally on her throne.
She wore a purple-gold crown, held a scepter, and had a dignified and noble expression, exuding a powerful aura of ruling the world.
Even the magnificent robe could not completely conceal her stunning figure, her full curves outlining an astonishing arc.
At the slit in the hem of the long robe, a pair of long, shapely legs were faintly visible, wrapped in purple silk, adding a touch of mystery and allure, full of the ultimate charm of a mature woman.
At that moment, she was listening to her subordinate's report, her brows slightly furrowed.
Suddenly, she felt something and abruptly raised her head.
The space in the center of the hall distorted slightly, and a figure in white quietly appeared.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Bibi Dong's expression instantly became complicated, and her imposing aura faltered.
What are you doing here?
Her voice carried a subtle, almost imperceptible detachment.
Qianyu did not answer her question, but simply looked at her calmly, her gaze as indifferent as water.
"Let's get a divorce."
These five simple words, however, struck like a thunderclap in the empty hall.
Bibi Dong was stunned.
She stared at Qianyu's expressionless face, and for a moment, a strange sense of panic welled up inside her.
After so many years together, she had long been used to having this man behind her.
She had grown accustomed to his strength, his protection, and his silent way of resolving all her troubles.
Although she never admitted it, she knew that without Qianyu, she would not be able to hold onto the papacy.
divorce?
She instinctively refused.
"no!"
Bibi Dong stood up, looking down at Qian Yu, trying to intimidate him with the authority of a pope.
"Qianyu, do you know what you're saying? You and I are symbols of the Spirit Hall, how can we treat this like a joke?"
Her reasons were plausible, but the real reason was that she could not lose the prestige represented by Qianyu and the support from Qiandaoliu.
(End of chapter)