Chapter 22: Ling Yuan's Helplessness
At this time, Ling Yuan's voice came from outside Bibi Dong's boudoir, "Your Highness the Saint."
"Come in." Bibi Dong responded softly.
Ling Yuan, who was wearing a black eagle-patterned slim armor and had short hair with bangs to the right, immediately came in from outside. She said with a tired and helpless tone.
"Your Highness, as you requested, I have already checked out places where the target might appear, including Shuiyuan Village, but the man did not show up."
"If he wanted to hide, you wouldn't be able to find him."
Bibi Dong did not show any surprise, except when she mentioned that 'he'.
The longing and love on her face could not help but show through.
That guy named Lin Hanye is just a useless half-level innate martial soul, but he actually attracted so much attention from the Saint. Is the Saint in love?
Ling Yuan couldn't help but complain in her heart.
Bibi Dong watched Ling Yuan's reaction throughout the process. Looking at Ling Yuan's mature and beautiful face, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. She suddenly stood up and walked in front of her and asked, "The Pope doesn't know about this, right?"
Ling Yuan shook her head and said, "According to Her Highness Saint's instructions, I never told anyone else."
Then Bibi Dong said, "That's good, Sister Ling Yuan. If possible, I hope Qianxunji will never know, And you don't want others to know about your Medusa skull, right?"
Bibi Dong looked harmless, but the words she spoke were like those of a demon.
"Please rest assured, Your Highness, Ling Yuan knows the seriousness of the situation."
At this moment, Ling Yuan felt like she was on a sinking ship. She suddenly regretted absorbing the Medusa head soul bone.
Although she don't know what exactly happened between the Saint and His Holiness the Pope.
But it is certain that Bibi Dong holds great hostility towards Qianxunji.
At this moment, Bibi Dong didn't even want to pretend in front of her and actually called Qian Xunji by his name. If she told others about Bibi Dong's search for Lin Hanye, she didn't know whether Bibi Dong would be okay.
But she'll definitely not be okay.
Because Bibi Dong would definitely tell others that she absorbed the soul bone of Medusa's head. Privately absorbing the soul bone obtained during the mission was an extremely serious matter in the Spirit Hall.
Even if she is a Soul Douluo, she will inevitably receive extremely severe punishment.
"Don't worry, Sister Ling Yuan. As long as you listen to me in the future, I promise you will have unexpected benefits. The 60,000-year-old Medusa skull is just the beginning."
Bibi Dong knew very well the principle of giving someone a good reward after a good beating, so after making the threat, she took out a paper introduction about Cockscomb Sunflower from the storage soul guide.
"This is"
Looking at the information about Cockscomb Sunflower on the paper, Ling Yuan's face was filled with shock and excitement, because this magical herb seemed to be prepared for her.
If the above information about the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower is true, once she refines it, she will definitely be able to reach an unprecedented level, and it is not even impossible for her to be promoted to a Titled Douluo within three to five years.
"It looks like you've made your choice."
Bibi Dong knew very well that if she wanted to protect Xiao Linzi and be with him forever, the only way was to control the Spirit Hall.
But if she wants to control the Spirit Hall, she can't do it alone.
She must cultivate her own direct helpers.
And Ling Yuan in front of her is undoubtedly the best candidate.
In her 'previous life', Ling Yuan was given a cockscomb phoenix sunflower by Xiao Linzi, which enabled her martial soul to return to her ancestral home and transform into a fire phoenix.
Therefore, Ling Yuan was very grateful to Xiao Linzi.
Even to this day, Bibi Dong still remembers Ling Yuan's distraught look when she learned of Xiao Linzi's death.
This is also the reason why Bibi Dong chose to use magic grass to cultivate Lingyuan.
"I am willing to serve Her Highness the Saint."
Ling Yuan immediately knelt on one knee to show her loyalty to Bibi Dong. Although she didn't want to betray Qian Xunji, she had no choice but to do so as the other party had the leverage over her.
The most important thing is that the saint gave her too much.
"Go down and find Xiao Linzi, and this magical herb will be yours."
Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction.
"yes."
Ling Yuan responded softly, turned and walked out the door.
"Wait." Bibi Dong called her.
Considering that Xiao Linzi is a unique "theoretical master", even if she has picked the magic grass for him in advance, he will definitely find other ways to transform his martial soul.
In order to prevent Ling Yuan's efforts from being in vain because of Xiao Linzi's martial soul transformation and change in appearance.
After a moment of silence, under Ling Yuan's puzzled gaze, Bibi Dong walked to the desk and started painting.
Half an hour later, under Bibidong's skillful brushstrokes, a peerlessly handsome man took shape on the painting.
"In addition to the person I asked you to check earlier, you should also pay special attention to the person in the portrait. If he shows up, notify me immediately."
Looking at her own painting, Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction, rolled up the scroll, walked to Ling Yuan and handed it to her.
"yes--"
Ling Yuan took the scroll, spread it out and looked at it. On the surface, she remained calm, but when she walked out of Bibi Dong's boudoir, she began to wonder, "Doesn't the Saint like that boy named Lin Hanye? What's the matter with this pretty boy?"
Did she make a mistake?
Her Highness the Saint is not in love?
With doubts in her mind, Ling Yuan put away the scroll and left the Pope's Palace. She was ready to use her authority to ask the people in the various branches of the Spirit Hall to help keep an eye on this person.
Ling Yuan has already thought it through. If the Pope asks about it later, she can just swallow her pride and say that it is her lover.
It's all worth it for the cockscomb sunflower.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan.
The damp dragon tomb. Huge grey dragon statues stood around it, and between the statues, there were crisscrossing rivers. Above the rivers, there was thick fog, and nothing could be seen beyond ten meters.
In the central area filled with thick fog, there is a blue palace.
Yu Luomian, wearing a silver-gray robe, sat on a huge chair. The chair was not made of wood, nor metal, but something like rock. It was extremely hard, and its shape was domineering and steady.
His appearance had not changed much at this time, but because he was not a Titled Douluo at the moment, his temples had a few more gray hairs compared to when he awakened his martial spirits for Lin Hanye and Yu Xiaogang.
Feeling that his potential had been exhausted and that he would never be able to break through to the Title Douluo level in this lifetime, he lost the former heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and his demeanor became more solemn and restrained. The smile on his face that had been there for years had turned into indifference.
Just looking at the young man below who was wearing gray clothes and had his hair parted in the middle.
"Second Uncle!"
The young man's voice was decadent yet respectful, yet also contained a hint of excitement.
Today is the big day when this little anus breaks through level 20.
Fourteen years old, this is absolutely unprecedented for a useless martial soul with only half-level innate soul power.
At least that's what Yu Xiaogang knows.
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