"Uh... Your Holiness the Pope."
"Did you just say that after the New Year..."
"You want Old Ghost and me to go to Elf City and spar with Yunxiao?"
Hearing Bibidong's outrageous statement, Yue Guan was utterly speechless.
Good heavens, good heavens, truly good heavens.
What in the world had he just heard?
She wanted him and Old Ghost to gang up on Yunxiao?
To fight their own Spirit Hall's son-in-law?
This was just... unbelievable!
Let it be known that Yunxiao, the Spirit Hall's son-in-law, was no pushover.
Yunxiao, the Elf Douluo, twenty-two years old this year.
A Peak Douluo at level 96, with a soul ring configuration of three black and six red.
As for him, Yue Guan, and Guimei - the Spirit Hall's unfortunate wage slaves...
Never mind that they were getting on in years, never mind that they'd be two against one.
Just considering their level 95 Titled Douluo strength and their soul ring configuration of two yellow, two purple, and five black...
Even with their Spirit Fusion Skill...
The so-called Two Extremes Stasis Domain...
They still had no confidence in defeating this son-in-law Yunxiao.
Each level between Titled Douluos was like a chasm, and Yunxiao already surpassed them by one soul power level.
Not to mention the absolute gap in their soul ring configurations.
A regular level 95 Titled Douluo fighting a level 96 Peak Douluo?
Two yellow, two purple, five black against three black, six red?
Could he and Old Ghost possibly win?
Without a doubt, they'd be utterly crushed.
Seeing Yue Guan's existential crisis expression, Bibidong remained unfazed.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan?
Ghost Douluo, Guimei?
Hah, merely two underlings in her employ.
"Hmph, if he wants to become our Spirit Hall's Elder of Consecration and enjoy equal status with me..."
"Then this Elf Douluo Yunxiao naturally needs to demonstrate some capability."
"Otherwise, how will this honorary Elder of Consecration..."
"Command respect when the time comes?"
Could Yue Guan and Guimei defeat Yunxiao?
The answer was obvious - of course not.
But so what?
Regardless of the outcome, Yunxiao would still become the Spirit Hall's Elder of Consecration.
Rather than letting Yunxiao assume the position easily, she might as well stir up some trouble and annoy both Yunxiao and Qian Daoliu.
Besides, even if Yue Guan and Guimei couldn't defeat Yunxiao...
She'd say it again - so what?
After all, it wouldn't be her, Bibidong, who'd be embarrassed.
The shame would fall on Yue Guan and Guimei, on the entire Spirit Hall.
Yue Guan: "..."
Hearing Bibidong's tone that brooked no argument, Yue Guan was once again rendered speechless.
Knowing full well that he and Old Ghost stood no chance against Yunxiao, Bibidong still insisted they charge headlong into battle.
This was just... absolutely ridiculous.
I think you're just trying to make things difficult for me, Fat Tiger.
Though these were his internal thoughts...
Yue Guan still steeled himself, clasped his fists in salute, and reluctantly replied:
"Understood, Your Holiness the Pope."
"When the time comes, I'll go to Elf City with Old Ghost."
After the New Year celebrations, a trip to Elf City was absolutely necessary.
Similarly, exchanging a few moves with Yunxiao was also unavoidable.
But as the saying goes,
"Where there's a policy, there's a countermeasure."
Though they would indeed spar with Yunxiao, the esteemed son-in-law of Spirit Hall,
no one had specified how intense the fight needed to be!
When the time came, as long as he made his intentions clear,
both sides would surely recognize each other as allies.
At that point, Yunxiao—Spirit Hall's son-in-law—
probably… wouldn't give Old Ghost and him too hard a time, right?
Then, they could just trade a few first and second Soul Skills.
That would count as a friendly exchange, fulfilling the requirement of "crossing blows."
"Ahem, Your Holiness,"
"is there anything else you need me to handle?"
"If not, then I shall take my leave now?"
At the moment, Yue Guan just wanted to get out of the Papal Hall as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, Bibidong might come up with some new scheme.
"Mm, that's all for now."
"Take full responsibility for the matters we discussed earlier."
Not wanting to waste any more time, Bibidong dismissed Yue Guan.
"As you command, Your Holiness."
"Then, I shall take my leave."
Hearing that Bibidong had no further demands, Yue Guan secretly sighed in relief again.
Without delay, he sped out of the Papal Hall at the speed of a Titled Douluo.
Once he confirmed the direction of the Saintess Hall, he charged forward without looking back,
terrified that if he slowed down even a step, Bibidong might call him back.
After Yue Guan left the Papal Hall, Bibidong sat on her papal throne, murmuring to herself.
"Heh, chaos… let there be chaos!"
"Let the entire Douluo Continent descend into utter turmoil."
"After all, with the Rakshasa God Trial no longer functioning properly,"
"the only option left is to plunge the continent into chaos."
"Only war and disorder can shatter all obstacles."
"Only then can a new order be forged!"
"And only a new order can give rise to new Gods!"
Having said this, Bibidong turned her gaze toward the Hall of Elders.
Ever since her Rakshasa God Trial had been forcibly interrupted, she had long prepared alternative plans.
After all, on the Douluo Continent, there was more than one way to become a Deity.
And no one had decreed that ascending to Godhood required completing trials bestowed by existing Gods.
Exceptional talent, winning the favor of a Deity,
inheriting a Godhood, completing divine trials—
these were merely shortcuts to becoming a Deity.
Just like the First Generation Angel God, one could gather the faith of the entire continent, create a new Godhood, and ascend that way.
Back then, the Rakshasa God had revealed to her, Bibidong,
that for a human to gather enough faith from nothing and forge a new Godhood would take a thousand years.
Given human lifespans, this was simply impossible.
And precisely because of this, the founder of Spirit Hall, the ancestor of the Angel Clan—the First Generation Angel God—
had sought a shortcut to divinity.
She had drawn the Angel Holy Sword, unleashing endless darkness,
plunging the entire continent into shadow, war, and chaos.
With his formidable strength, the First Generation Angel God managed to eradicate all darkness and turmoil across the continent in less than a hundred years.
Seizing this opportunity,
the First Generation Angel God also gathered sufficient faith from scratch, accomplishing this feat in under a century.
Then came the creation of his own Godhood, ascending as a Deity, and soaring to the God Realm to enjoy eternal life.