"This seat announces the stripping of everything given to Bibi Dong by Spirit Hall.

Strip her of her position as Saintess, destroy her Martial Soul, sever her meridians, cripple her cultivation, and reclaim her Soul Bone."

Qian Xunji's voice was filled with rage, while Bibi Dong's face was full of disbelief.

"No! Teacher, you... you can't do this!"

Bibi Dong panicked, but Qian Xunji sneered, "Hahaha, were it not for this seat, you would have died at the hands of Evil Soul Masters long ago.

That this seat allows you to live is already the greatest mercy.

As for everything Spirit Hall gave you, that belonged to the Saintess, not you!"

"No, it's not like this.

Teacher, you are just scaring Dong'er, right?

You must be scaring Dong'er."

Bibi Dong truly panicked. She was a Soul Master; she couldn't be without a Martial Soul, and she couldn't be without cultivation.

But Qian Xunji gave her no further chance for excuses.

Golden light pierced into Bibi Dong's Dantian, and the light in her eyes instantly turned hollow.

Immediately after, intense heat erupted from her left leg as a Top-Grade Soul Bone, radiant with brilliant light, popped out.

"No!!!!!"

Angel Soul Power was inherently sacred and fiery, completely incompatible with Bibi Dong's Martial Soul.

Qian Xunji possessed the strength of a Level 99 Peerless Douluo; crippling Bibi Dong's Martial Soul and Soul Power was child's play for him.

The entire process was so fast that before many could even react, it was already over.

Bibi Dong's aura withered, and she plunged from midair, slamming heavily onto the ground.

Blood quickly stained a large area red.

In Spirit City, countless Soul Masters stared in shock.

The Pope... was doing this for real?

Under the Sky Screen, Pope Bibi Dong felt as if she were experiencing it herself; panicked, she checked her body up and down: "No, no, it's not me.

Thank goodness it's not me."

She felt infinitely relieved that her cultivation was still intact.

Yu Xiaogang had abandoned her; if she, who had lived in luxury since childhood, lost her Martial Soul and cultivation as well, she wouldn't know how to survive.

Shrek.

Yu Xiaogang reached out, seemingly wanting to touch the Sky Screen.

"Dong'er, my Dong'er.

Qian Xunji, you deserve to die! How dare you hurt my Dong'er!"

He was grief-stricken, yet his actions only invited disgust and revulsion from everyone.

Just moments ago he drew a clear line, and now he's putting on this fake act?

However, the destruction of Bibi Dong's Martial Soul, the crippling of her cultivation, and the shattering of her meridians were still not the end.

Within the Sky Screen, Qian Xunji looked down at Bibi Dong: "You asked this seat to fulfill your wish.

This seat grants your request. From this day forth, you, Bibi Dong, have no connection whatsoever with this seat or Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong coughed up a mouthful of blood and stared blankly at her left leg.

It was already empty, her originally pure and flawless long dress stained red with blood.

"Reclaim all belongings on Bibi Dong, expel her from Spirit City, and leave her to fend for herself."

Qian Xunji's voice rang out once more, and the light in Bibi Dong's eyes faded completely.

"Teacher, I... hate you!"

*Slap!*

A loud slap landed on Bibi Dong's face. Yue Guan's voice was shrill: "Traitor, do you still have the nerve to hate Your Holiness the Pope?

Your fate today is entirely your own doing!

Get out of Spirit City and go pursue your love."

Yue Guan took away the Soul Tools on Bibi Dong's person, grabbed her collar, and dragged her like a dead dog all the way from the square outside the Pope's Palace out of Spirit City.

Had it not been for the fine material of Bibi Dong's clothes, the friction along the way alone would have shredded her flesh and left her exposed.

"Traitor!"

"Ungrateful wolf!"

"Disgraceful, heartless creature!"

Rotten vegetable leaves and smelly eggs rained down from everywhere.

While Yue Guan was present, the Soul Masters of Spirit City didn't dare act like this, fearing these Titled Douluo might still harbor lingering affection.

But as soon as Yue Guan left, the people of Spirit City erupted instantly.

"Restrain yourselves a bit, don't let her die."

"Dying just like this would be too easy on her."

"Hahaha, the grand Saintess of Spirit Hall actually fell in love with a piece of trash, and even betrayed Spirit Hall and her own teacher for him.

What an absolute joke!"

"By the way, I think I saw Yu Xiaogang flee Spirit City earlier."

Bibi Dong was near fainting. With all her meridians shattered, her Martial Soul crippled, and her left leg missing, she was only alive thanks to her formidable physical constitution.

But that was all. Her current state was barely enough to deal with a one-ring Soul Master.

Who knows how much time passed before Bibi Dong, buried under rotten leaves and smelly eggs, crawled out.

She wanted to enter Spirit City, subconsciously shouting at the gate guards.

"I'm only going inside to look for someone! Who dares stop me?"

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

The gate guard laughed, "Oho, do you still think you're the Saintess?

Without Spirit Hall, what the hell are you?

Haven't you heard?

Yu Xiaogang fled Spirit City long ago.

Get lost!"

"Heheh, it's a good thing it's just the two of us on duty, otherwise washing you clean would actually be quite a sight."

The other guard was even more lecherous. Bibi Dong immediately backed up two steps, but forgot she was missing a leg and fell straight to the ground.

"You... how dare you!"

"Why wouldn't we dare? The former Saintess, reduced to this today... tsk, just thinking about it is exciting."

The lecherous guard seemed genuinely tempted, his gaze turning fervent as he looked at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong scrambled away; she couldn't stay here any longer.

She had to leave as soon as possible; otherwise, with her looks, she would definitely attract endless disaster.

Watching Bibi Dong's departing figure, the lecherous guard grew increasingly restless, "Hey, brother, keep watch for me for a bit?"

"Don't mess around, do you want to die? She's the former Saintess. Even if she sinned, beating, cursing, or killing her is fine.

But if you violate her, even if His Holiness the Pope says nothing on the surface, would he still have a good impression of you?"

The other guard warned him, and only then did the lecherous guard suppress the restlessness and evil thoughts in his heart.

Under the Sky Screen.

Pope Bibi Dong breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's good that she left, it's good that she left.

Truly... foolish!

I hope you die in a corner and never appear on the Sky Screen again."

Saintess Bibi Dong was far too wretched; even across the Sky Screen, it greatly affected her image.

Even now, there must be many people across the continent talking about her, right?

Yet she was also relieved—relieved that Qian Xunji hadn't forcibly done that to her on the Sky Screen.

Otherwise, if such a scene were broadcast, she would be completely disgraced.

She was even glad that her Martial Soul and cultivation hadn't been crippled, and that she hadn't fallen to the same state as Saintess Bibi Dong.

"Hehehe, to think I am actually feeling glad over Qian Xunji's mercy... how laughable."

The evil thoughts in Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly flared up, her expression turning gloomy and cold once more: "I would rather die than be humiliated like this!"

But soon, she gripped her scepter tightly again; her Soul Power vibrated, causing the scepter to emit a low wail.

"Yu Xiaogang! I gave up so much for you, angered my teacher, and suffered indignity and torment.

Yet you abandoned me!

Don't ever let me see you again!"

The Rakshasa evil thoughts festered. Outside the Pope's Palace, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other.

"Old Ghost, do I... still have a way out?"

He had treated Bibi Dong like that in the comments...

Ghost Douluo was silent for a long time before finally uttering: "Pray for good luck."

...

The scene on the Sky Screen returned once more to the Pope's Palace.

Night fell, yet the Pope's Palace was magnificent and brightly lit, its golden glow perfectly balanced—luxurious without being lavish, bright without being blinding.

Qian Xunji sat upon his throne with a joyless expression.

Bibi Dong, in whom he had placed high hopes, turned out to be ruined. In this world, who else possessed the Talent to become a god?

Tang Hao? From the Clear Sky Sect, so naturally he wouldn't do.

Could it be that he had to wait twenty years for that batch of Geniuses to be born?

No!

Qian Xunji disliked waiting, and even if he waited twenty years, there would still be no one among Spirit Hall's younger generation worth relying on.

Twenty years was enough time to make one himself.

After a long time, Qian Xunji slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two Douluo, Ghost and Chrysanthemum, waiting quietly in the hall.

The two of them immediately raised their heads and respectfully awaited orders: "What are Your Holiness the Pope's commands?"

"Who is the contemporary inheritor of the Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul? How old is she?"

Qian Xunji had made up his mind: with his Seraphim Martial Soul, as long as he chose a woman with outstanding Talent to bear his offspring, how could the child's natural gift be poor?

If there were none ready-made, he would create one himself!