This is a very real problem.
Qianyu was a man Bibi Dong didn't want, a man she even drove away.
If this man were to turn around and pull out the number one martial spirit in the world, it wouldn't just be a slap in the face; it would be throwing her dignity to the ground and trampling it.
Qianyu is currently in second place. Although she is also very strong, there is at least one person above her who is keeping her in check.
As long as Qianyu wasn't in first place, she could feel a little better, and even comfort herself that perhaps her initial choice wasn't so outrageous after all.
Hu Liena nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
Looking at Bibi Dong's slightly tired expression, she whispered in agreement:
"The teacher is right."
"It's really too embarrassing to be divorced by the genius ranked first on the Martial Soul Ranking."
Even if it's second place, as long as it's not first, the outside world will still be somewhat lenient in their comments.
Although Hu Liena's words were blunt, they were the absolute truth.
The entire continent is now watching the Spirit Hall make a fool of itself, and watching Bibi Dong make a fool of herself.
If Qian Yu wins first place again, Bibi Dong will probably become the biggest laughing stock in the entire history of Douluo Continent—a foolish woman who is blind to talent and misses out on a prodigy.
Bibi Dong did not blame Hu Liena for her bluntness; she simply gazed quietly at the sky, her eyes flashing with an ambiguous light.
"I hope that the first place winner is an unparalleled old monster, or a descendant of some reclusive family."
"Anyone will do, as long as it's not Qianyu."
...
Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.
Unlike the oppressive atmosphere in the Papal Palace, the atmosphere in the Hall of Worship, while equally shocked, was filled with a greater sense of restlessness and anticipation.
Beneath the enormous angel statue, the High Priest Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his golden robes fluttering even without wind.
He looked up at the sky above, bathed in golden light, his aged eyes filled with awe.
"Ninth on the power rankings, the far north?"
"I never expected that there would be soul beasts in that extremely cold place, and even soul beasts that are 700,000 years old!"
Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in the hall, carrying a hint of disbelief.
As one of the three ultimate Douluo of this era, he is the person closest to godhood, and his perception of power far surpasses that of ordinary people.
A 700,000-year-old soul beast is already beyond the realm of ordinary Limit Douluo; it could even be said that, to some extent, it has already touched the threshold of godhood.
Behind him, the six chief deities stood in a row.
The Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, also wore a solemn expression and said in a deep voice:
"Brother, this far north is so well hidden. If they launch a large-scale southward invasion, the continent will likely be devastated."
"Snow Emperor, Ice Emperor... I've lived for over a hundred years and this is the first time I've ever heard of these names."
Beside him, the Light Feather Douluo played with the Light Feather Divine Bow in his hand, his young and handsome face filled with curiosity.
"Seven hundred thousand years! I wonder if that arrow could even break through their defenses?"
"I really want to go and see for myself."
The only female worshipper, Spirit Iris Douluo, was also wide-eyed with shock, unable to close her mouth.
"Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?"
"We've been staying in Wuhun City for too long; we've really become like frogs in a well, with a limited view of the sky."
The crowd discussed it animatedly, filled with apprehension about this suddenly appearing far northern land.
Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze and gently waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
He turned around, his gaze falling on Ling Yuan Douluo, and his expression softened.
"Spiritual Iris Douluo, I have something for you to do."
Lingyuan Douluo quickly stepped forward and respectfully bowed.
"Great Master, please give your orders."
Qian Daoliu looked outside the hall, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—a mixture of anticipation and guilt.
"Qianyu is about to return to Wuhun City."
"Go to the city gate and meet them for me."
Upon hearing the name "Qian Yu," Ling Yuan Douluo's body trembled violently, and her beautiful face instantly shone with boundless excitement.
"Yes! Young Master Qianyu?!"
Her voice rose several octaves, and she even seemed somewhat out of control.
In the past, Lingyuan Douluo's respect for Qian Yu was purely because he was Qian Daoliu's grandson-in-law and the nominal "young master" of the Spirit Hall.
But things are different now.
Qianyu possesses a twelve-winged angel martial soul!
That is a divine martial soul that surpasses the six-winged angels of a thousand families, an unparalleled existence ranked second on the martial soul list!
In this world that reveres power, Qianyu is now a walking miracle.
Especially for Lingyuan Douluo, who possesses a bird-like martial soul, the suppression and nobility emanating from the depths of her bloodline as a twelve-winged angel filled her with heartfelt respect and admiration for Qianyu.
For her, being able to greet such a powerful figure was an immense honor.
Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction as he looked at Ling Yuan Douluo's excited expression.
"Go, but be respectful."
"The current Qianyu is no longer the child she was back then."
Lingyuan Douluo nodded repeatedly, unable to hide the smile on his face.
"Yes, yes, don't worry, Your Excellency, I'll go right away!"
She was even a little impatient, wishing she could fly to the city gate immediately to wait.
However, just as Lingyuan Douluo turned to leave.
A petite figure suddenly rushed over from the side hall, like a small pink cannonball.
"What? What?"
Is Brother Qianyu coming back?
The person who arrived was Cai Wenji.
She rode in that strange erhu-like vehicle, recklessly speeding along, her large eyes gleaming with a light that was less excitement and more fanaticism.
Upon hearing the news that Qianyu was coming back, Cai Wenji perked up completely.
"I'll go get it! I'll go get it!"
"I want to be the first to see Brother Qianyu!"
Cai Wenji waved her little hands and shouted loudly, directly blocking Ling Yuan Douluo's way.
Qian Daoliu and the others were stunned.
The worshippers in the main hall looked at each other in surprise, clearly not expecting that this little girl with the extraordinary healing ability would have such a strong reaction.
Qian Daoliu frowned slightly, looking at Cai Wenji with a puzzled expression.
"Your Majesty Cai Wenji, do you know Qianyu?"
These two are a mysterious healing-type Soul Master who suddenly appeared in Wuhun City, and Qian Yu, who has just begun to show his talent.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any overlap between them.
Cai Wenji blinked her big eyes and nodded matter-of-factly:
"Yes, I know him!"
"It was Brother Qianyu who asked me to save you!"
Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Even Qian Daoliu's usually calm and composed face showed an expression of extreme shock.
"What?"
"You're saying... Qianyu asked you to save me?"
Qian Daoliu's voice trembled slightly.
He was on the verge of death before, and if Cai Wenji hadn't suddenly appeared and pulled him back from the brink with her magical zither music, he would probably be a corpse by now.
He always thought it was a blessing from heaven, or that this Lady Cai Wenji was kind-hearted.
But to everyone's surprise, behind all of this was actually Qian Yu!
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