Chapter 402: Bibi Dong’s Ruthless Methods, Tai Tan, Dead!

Spirit City, Supreme Pontiff Palace.

The moment Bibi Dong stepped through the palace gates, she had not yet fully removed the black robe from her body.

She had rushed back from Heaven Dou City, traveling day and night, with almost no rest.

But she did not go to her bedchamber first; instead, she headed straight for the council hall.

She knew that given Hu Liena’s temperament, the moment she learned of her return, she would come rushing over.

Sure enough.

She had just sat down, not even having time to have tea served, when the doors of the council hall were violently pushed open.

"Teacher!"

Hu Liena practically charged in, her long golden hair draped messily over her shoulders from running in such a hurry.

Her face bore an anxiety and impatience that had been suppressed for several days as she walked quickly to Bibi Dong and knelt on one knee.

"Disciple requests that Teacher issue an order to execute Tang San!"

Her voice echoed in the empty council hall for several seconds, her tone resolute, carrying a ferocity as if she wished to chew Tang San’s name to pieces.

Bibi Dong sat on the Supreme Pontiff’s chair, looking down at her most prized Disciple with an expression that did not change in the slightest.

"The reason?"

"Tang San will destroy Spirit Hall in the future!"

Hu Liena raised her head, her eyes rimmed with red.

"Everything that Lin Qingmo said, Disciple has seen it all."

"That Tang San, he will cause me to betray my master, cause Spirit Hall to be destroyed, and will even cause you, Teacher—"

She could not continue.

In that ending, Spirit Hall was destroyed, and Bibi Dong also died.

Bibi Dong calmly finished the sentence: "It will cause me to die for saving Qian Renxue."

Hu Liena bit her lip and nodded.

"So you want to kill Tang San before I am killed by him?"

"Yes!"

Hu Liena answered without hesitation, her eyes filled with an almost desperate, earnest expression.

"Disciple will absolutely not be an ungrateful wretch, and will absolutely not betray Teacher!"

"Lin Qingmo said I would fall for Tang San, so I will kill him before I ever meet him!"

"That way, I will never fall for him, and Spirit Hall will not be destroyed!"

"..."

Bibi Dong looked at Hu Liena kneeling before her, at those stubborn yet anxious eyes, and a flash of indescribable emotion crossed her heart.

Nana had been raised by her own hands.

She knew that the child’s loyalty was genuine.

She also knew that her determination to kill Tang San was genuine.

But now was not the time.

A-Qing was not yet ready, and she had other plans for Tang San.

More importantly, she could not let Nana disrupt A-Qing’s layout.

"Get up."

Bibi Dong’s voice remained cold, but her tone was a few degrees softer than usual.

Hu Liena did not move.

"Listen to me."

Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly, her deep purple pupils staring straight into Hu Liena’s eyes.

"Executing Tang San is inevitable, but when to act and how to act is not for you to decide."

"Remember one thing: you are not allowed to act rashly."

"If you go to find Tang San on your own, regardless of whether you succeed in killing him or not, do not come back to see me."

Hu Liena was stunned.

Teacher’s expression was very serious, more serious than ever before.

"...Disciple understands."

She lowered her head, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of reluctance but also the grievance of someone who dared not disobey.

Bibi Dong stood up, and as she passed by her, she lightly patted her shoulder.

Then she walked out of the council hall without looking back.

...

Dungeon.

The stone steps extended downward, and the light of the torches cast dim, dancing shadows upon the damp walls.

The air was damp and cold, carrying a strange scent of mixed rust and mold.

Bibi Dong walked down the stone steps step by step, followed only by two personal maids.

Behind the iron bars at the deepest part of the dungeon, four people who had been imprisoned for dozens of days heard the footsteps and simultaneously looked up.

The iron chains rattled; they were specially used to suppress the spirit power of Spirit Masters.

Bai He, Yang Wudi, Niu Gao, and Tai Tan—the Clan Chiefs of the four single-attribute clans—once spirited and powerful figures in their own right, were now disheveled and unkempt, their clothes long since filthy.

Yet their eyes remained piercingly bright, filled with hatred and rage.

Bibi Dong stood still before the iron bars, the hem of her robe landing just at the edge of a dent on the stone floor.

"This Supreme Pontiff will give you a chance to live."

Her voice was not loud, but in the enclosed stone chamber, it was as clear as a blade striking bone.

"Submission is your only way out."

There was a moment of silence behind the iron bars.

Then Tai Tan lunged violently at the bars, his hands gripping the iron railing tightly, his thick knuckles turning white from the exertion.

His eyes bulged like copper bells, and his face, which still retained its flabby flesh after being imprisoned for dozens of days, was filled with wild rage and disdain.

"Submission?! Bullshit!"

Tai Tan’s voice shook the torches on the stone walls until they flickered.

"I, Tai Tan, have only one master—Lord Haotian!"

"The Strength Clan has been loyal to our master for generations; what kind of thing are you to think you can make me submit?"

"You Spirit Hall slut, if you have the guts, release me and fight me head-on."

"Hmph!"

A black Spider Lance thrust out from the Void Realm.

No one saw where it came from; it was so fast that there wasn’t even an afterimage.

Tai Tan’s roar stopped abruptly at its peak, like a copper gong being smashed.

His hands, which had been gripping the bars, froze there, and he lowered his head to see a fist-sized hole in his chest.

Blood gushed out from that hole, flowing down along his lapel and dripping onto the cold stone floor.

"Puchi!"

The black Spider Lance was withdrawn cleanly and decisively, bringing out a spray of blood mist before dissipating into the air.

"Thump!"

Tai Tan’s massive body crashed to the ground, the heavy thud echoing around the dungeon several times.

His eyes were still open; he died with grievances unavenged.

"Old orangutan!!!"

Three tearing cries exploded simultaneously.

Yang Wudi was closest to him; he lunged over and grabbed Tai Tan, placing his hand over the hole in his chest, blood gurgling out from between his fingers.

Niu Gao stood to the side, his hands trembling uncontrollably, while Bai He knelt on the ground, completely stunned.

They had been bickering with Tai Tan for decades.

The four clans did not see eye to eye, but the friendship forged from fighting side by side for decades was carved into their bones.

Now, Tai Tan had just died like this.

One sentence, one instant, and he was gone.

No one had expected Bibi Dong to be so ruthless and decisive.

Bibi Dong withdrew her hand, the black Spider Lance scattering into a fine, fragmented light that dissipated at her fingertips.

"This Supreme Pontiff already gave him a chance, but he did not cherish it."

"The entire Strength Clan will also be exterminated because of this Clan Chief’s foolish choice; not one will be left."

She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling upon the remaining three.

That gaze was very faint, as if she were looking at three documents waiting to be stamped.

"The lives of your three clans, the lives of all the young and old in your clans, are all in your hands; make your decision."

Yang Wudi’s hand was still pressed against Tai Tan’s cold chest; the blood on his fingertips had already turned cold.

Niu Gao gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face twitching.

They all knew the strength of Spirit Hall; they knew that even if they disregarded their own lives, the hundreds of people in their clans would still need theirs.

Bibi Dong seemed very satisfied with their silence; she turned slightly, and her gaze finally landed on Bai He.

She paused, a hint of playfulness entering her tone: "Bai He, you still have a granddaughter named Bai Chenxiang."

Bai He’s body was struck as if by lightning; he raised his head abruptly, his eyes shrinking suddenly.

His lips trembled violently, and from his parched throat, he squeezed out a hoarse, guttural roar: "What have you done to her?!"

Bibi Dong did not answer.

She only slightly curled the corners of her lips, a curve that appeared exceptionally cold in the flickering light of the torches.

"Your choice will determine her fate."

(End of Chapter)

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