Become the Archbishop from Douluo

Wuhun City, Pope's Palace.

Qian Renxue walked on the steps in front of the Pope's Palace, her steps seemed a little heavy.

Originally, she was planning to go back to the Tiandou Empire directly, but when she reached the city gate, Yue Guan, who was beside Bibi Dong, came to send a message, saying that Bibi Dong promised to see her, but he would only meet her in the main hall.

The main hall is usually a place where foreign guests are received. What this represents is self-evident, but Qian Renxue doesn't mind. It's good to just take a look at it.

Bibi Dong was wearing formal attire, holding a scepter in her hand, sitting directly above her with her eyes closed and concentrating. Seeing Qian Renxue's figure slowly walking in from the outside, she said coldly: "You're here."

Qian Renxue knelt on the ground and lowered her head: "Mother."

Hearing these two words, Bibi Dong's face was immediately filled with disgust, and she scolded: "Don't call me mother."

"...Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."

"I heard that you came to see me a few days ago. Tell me, what happened?"

Qian Renxue raised her head: "I just want to report the next plan. Xue Qinghe is now at level 29 and will break through soon. I am going to take action on his way to hunt for the soul ring and replace him...

After that, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to come back before the plan is completed, which is possible in five or even ten years."

Bibi Dong remained unmoved: "What does that have to do with me? Qiandaoliu's willingness to support you is his business. If you want to ask me for help, then you are looking for the wrong person."

"No, I don't need His Majesty's help, I just want to... take a look at you again." Qian Renxue looked at Bibi Dong, facing her cold expression and listening to her cold words, she felt very aggrieved and her eyes could not help but turn red.

He started to get angry, but he soon calmed down.

"Oh, you've already seen it, can you go?" Bibi Dong was still very indifferent.

"..." Qian Renxue opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out, so she stood up, bowed deeply, and then withdrew.

Bibi Dong's heart was far from being as cold as she showed. Qian Renxue was her flesh and blood. No mother would truly hate her child, but it was Qian Xunji who forced her to give birth to her child.

The two extreme emotions of hatred and hatred were intertwined together. Even though Bibi Dong was now at the height of his cultivation, it was inevitable that his emotions would fluctuate.

Looking at Qian Renxue's lonely back, her aura continued to rise as her inner emotions spiraled out of control, gradually spreading to the entire Pope's Palace.

Qian Renxue looked back, only to see Bibi Dong's body shaking continuously, and a strong black energy emanating from her body.

"What are you looking at? Get out!" When Qian Renxue stopped and saw that she had lost her composure, Bibi Dong became furious. She picked up a priceless glass lamp from her side and threw it towards her.

Qian Renxue did not hide, nor did she mobilize her soul power to defend herself. She allowed the glass cup to hit her and break into pieces. The sharp fragments scratched her delicate skin, and bright red blood flowed out, but she seemed to be unfazed.

He didn't notice it, just staring blankly at Bibi Dong who was gradually going crazy.

Mother and daughter were connected. At this moment, she felt the complicated emotions in Bibi Dong's heart. Although she didn't know why there was such a huge hatred, she also knew that Bibi Dong still had feelings for her.

This is enough.

A faint smile appeared on Qian Renxue's face, she saluted again and exited the Pope's Palace.

Seeing Qian Renxue leaving, Bibi Dong couldn't bear it any longer and threw the scepter in her hand. Then she smashed the rare treasures around her into pieces. Then she knelt down on the ground and couldn't help but shed tears.

come out.

Why... why would such a painful thing happen to me... That bitch Qian Xunji has been dead for so long, why can't I still open my heart and accept Qian Renxue?

Bibi Dong has been looking for the answer to this question for ten years, but obviously she can't find it.

After an unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong slowly stood up, straightened her appearance, picked up the scepter on the ground, and then said: "Ghost, Yue Guan."

Two figures flashed over and looked at Bibi Dong respectfully, not showing any surprise at the mess around them.

They were used to it, so every time they sensed that Bibi Dong was out of control, they would skillfully seal off the momentum around the Pope's Palace and stay far away so as not to watch her lose her composure.

"Salas...Is Salas here?" Bibi Dong asked.

"Back to Your Majesty, Salas and many bishops from the Tiandou region have returned to Wuhun City and are waiting to be received at any time." Yueguan replied: "If you want to hold an execution meeting on the infiltration of the Tiandou Empire that we have discussed in recent weeks,

We can call the main executive elders over at any time for the final royal meeting before the meeting."

Bibi Dong sat back in her seat and waved her hand: "Go ahead and call everyone over. This matter is for the glory of our Spirit Hall and has nothing to do with Qian Renxue's plan."

Gui Mei and Yue Guan looked at each other and replied:

"As you command, Your Majesty."

...

"Sister Xue, you are indeed here."

As soon as Qian Renxue walked down the steps of the Pope's Palace, she saw Leng Xiyue sitting and waiting.

"Xiaoyue, why are you here?"

Leng Xiyue was just here to try her luck. After all, there was a high chance that Qian Renxue would come to the Pope's Palace to try to say goodbye to Bibi Dong. This was indeed the case, but looking at her embarrassed appearance, it seemed... not very optimistic.

"Sister, leaving without saying goodbye is not what a lady would do. I haven't given you a gift yet."

With that said, Leng Xiyue handed over a big package.

"This is..." Qian Renxue weighed it, and there seemed to be more than a dozen books inside, as well as a box. She didn't know what was inside.

She knew the value of Leng Xiyue's collection of books. No matter how much she coveted this valuable knowledge, she never thought of taking a few books away. After all, once she went there, she didn't know how long it would take to return them.

"Believe me, Sister Xue, you will need the knowledge in these books, as well as a self-defense weapon I made myself, with instructions for use inside."

"No matter what you do, you can't rely on the protection of the elders under any circumstances. With it, the Soul Emperor and below basically don't have to worry." Leng Xiyue explained.

This self-defense weapon is actually a revolver, but it is also the most technologically advanced thing in her hand. Leng Xiyue is made according to Overwatch McCree's fully automatic revolver standard, and is loaded with psychic energy that has been compressed many times.

The bullets are made of high-grade materials, and their performance and power are much better than normal modern pistols.

It's not a problem to penetrate the Soul King's body-protecting Qi.

This thing took her a lot of time to complete. It was originally kept for self-defense, but now she probably has to stay in Wuhun City for a few years, so she might as well give it to Qian Renxue who is about to go to Longtan Tiger Lair.

Qian Renxue took Leng Xiyue's package, and a strange feeling was born in her heart. I don't know how long it took... In other words, no one has ever cared about her so much. Most people are respectful to her, and Qian Daoliu also cares more.

Inheritance, taking her to practice, and not caring about her growth, even if the family relationship is deep, it doesn't matter.

It can be said that Leng Xiyue is the only friend with whom she can talk.

Qian Renxue really wanted to show off her cards, reveal all her plans, and then ask Leng Xiyue to go with her. The two of them would discuss it together and they would definitely be able to implement it better, but she knew that she couldn't. Leng Xiyue's talent was very good.

Yes, this matter must not affect her development.

With her thoughts at this point, she could only hug Leng Xiyue. Even though she was reluctant to let go, she could only condense it into a few words.

"Thank you, sister, take care of yourself."