Wuhun City.
Wuhun Hall.
Su Bai descended gracefully from the sky, his presence commanding and undeniable.
"Who are you? This is Wuhun Hall; no one is allowed to trespass!" The guards at the entrance immediately stopped him, their eyes filled with suspicion and vigilance.
Without uttering a word, Su Bai calmly produced a token from his robe.
"Greetings, my lord!" The two guards immediately knelt, recognizing the Pope's token in Su Bai's hand.
Seeing the token was as good as seeing the Pope herself. This token had been given to Su Bai by Bibi Dong.
Though Bibi Dong wasn't officially the Pope yet, her authority was nearly equivalent.
"Please, my lord!" The guards, now respectful, invited Su Bai inside.
Su Bai nodded lightly and began to wander through Wuhun Hall, taking in the majestic architecture. He couldn't help but nod in approval.
No wonder Wuhun Hall had been an established force for so many years; its foundation was far beyond that of ordinary forces. His own Dragon God Hall, while powerful, had only one grand building. Even though the Dragon God Hall was imposing, it couldn't compare to the central Pope's Hall of Wuhun Hall.
After wandering for a while, Su Bai lost interest. He extended his senses and quickly located Bibi Dong in the Pope's Hall.
With determined steps, Su Bai headed towards the Pope's Hall.
Upon entering, he saw Bibi Dong sitting on the Pope's throne. Her face was stunningly beautiful, exuding a noble and elegant aura that was utterly captivating. Her presence was like a serene lake, calm yet deep.
Beside her stood a figure dressed in luxurious golden robes, their gender indiscernible. This was a titled Douluo, and Su Bai knew without guessing—it was Ju Douluo, the Chrysanthemum Douluo. Another presence lingered in the shadows, exuding a ghostly aura—Ghost Douluo.
On the Douluo Continent, there was a saying: where there was Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo was usually present.
"Who goes there?" Su Bai's sudden appearance startled Chrysanthemum Douluo, who immediately released his full aura, enveloping Su Bai. Feeling annoyed, he realized this was the Pope's Hall, and someone had silently entered under their watch. If something happened to the Holy Maiden, they would be in serious trouble.
Instantly, Chrysanthemum Douluo intensified his pressure, releasing the full aura of a titled Douluo.
In response, Su Bai just smiled faintly and retaliated with his own pressure, his aura surpassing that of Chrysanthemum Douluo, crushing back.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's face changed drastically. Before he could shout, Ghost Douluo appeared beside him, both releasing their auras simultaneously. However, even so, they couldn't suppress Su Bai. The two were shocked. Where did this powerful individual come from? To overpower them both together was unthinkable.
With such strength, even if they used their martial soul fusion technique, they might not be a match. But they still forced themselves to remain calm. After all, this was Wuhun Hall. Even if they weren't opponents, there was still the presence of the offering hall.
"Who are you to trespass into Wuhun Hall? Leave at once!" Chrysanthemum Douluo demanded.
Su Bai just smiled.
"Silence!" Bibi Dong's voice suddenly came from behind Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Chrysanthemum Douluo breathed a sigh of relief. Although not yet the Pope, Bibi Dong was extremely powerful. Rumor had it that not long ago, this Holy Maiden had slapped the Pope, who did not resist at all. With the Holy Maiden taking action, it should be fine. But then he realized something. Did the Holy Maiden just tell him to be quiet?
After all, from the beginning, Su Bai hadn't spoken a word.
He stiffly turned around, looking for answers from Bibi Dong.
Sure enough, Bibi Dong looked at him coldly and said, "Elder Chrysanthemum, step back. He is my man."
Hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were both shocked. This was the Holy Maiden's legendary lover? They had heard a lot about Su Bai. When Qian Xunji had sent people to assassinate Su Bai, they had been approached too. But they had missions at the time, narrowly avoiding involvement.
Later, they heard that those who went to assassinate Su Bai had either died or been injured. They were extremely grateful they hadn't taken the assassination mission. Otherwise, they might not have returned. Even if they did, the Holy Maiden would have made their lives difficult upon finding out.
But now, this man had dared to come alone to Wuhun Hall? Didn't he know that the Pope dreamt of killing him?
They couldn't understand. But these matters were beyond what an elder could meddle in. The affairs of the Holy Maiden and the Pope were best left to them.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged glances. They nodded in unison and left the place to Su Bai and Bibi Dong.
"Dong'er," Su Bai said softly as he approached Bibi Dong, his tone carrying a mix of warmth and guilt.
Bibi Dong stood up and made room for Su Bai. Su Bai didn't hesitate, sitting directly on the Pope's throne. Then Bibi Dong naturally sat on Su Bai's lap, her hands wrapped around his neck, her long, white legs pressed against Su Bai, her toes gently swaying, drawing beautiful arcs.
With a soft beauty in his arms, Su Bai exhaled, stroking Bibi Dong's fair body. "Dong'er, I missed you."
"Hmph, you missed me but didn't come to see me?" Bibi Dong snorted, her eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and affection.
Su Bai chuckled, trying to change the topic. He saw some documents on the table and curiously asked, "Dong'er, what have you been busy with lately?"
Bibi Dong sighed, a trace of exhaustion in her voice. "The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is about to start. I've been preparing for it."
The Soul Master Elite Tournament? Su Bai's eyes lit up. If he remembered correctly, this tournament would feature many beauties. Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Hu Liena... They were all part of this tournament.
Thinking of this, he got excited. He said to Bibi Dong, "Dong'er, how about I accompany you then?"
"You?" Bibi Dong looked at him suspiciously.
Su Bai explained, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I want to spend more time with you."
"Hmph, you still have some conscience."
"Hehe, Dong'er, I want..."
"Naughty!"
What else could she do for Su Bai's request? Her man, she could only spoil him.
So, Bibi Dong took Su Bai to her boudoir. The room was decorated with elegance and a touch of personal charm, reflecting Bibi Dong's refined taste. As they entered, Su Bai couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart, a sense of belonging.
"Dong'er, I'm sorry for not coming sooner," Su Bai said sincerely, his eyes meeting Bibi Dong's.
Bibi Dong softened, her anger melting away. "Just don't make me wait too long next time."
"I promise," Su Bai said, pulling her closer.
In the quiet of the boudoir, amidst soft whispers and shared warmth, their bond deepened, weaving a story of love, power, and destiny in the heart of Wuhun Hall.
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