Douluo Dalu: Transforming Soul Rings into Soul Veins

"We'll wait for you at the cabin in the woods."

Seeing Lin Feng agree, a flicker of excitement flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

But she also knew that everything had to proceed step by step—this was just a foot in the door.

"Don't worry, it's just a bit of strategizing. We'll be done discussing soon."

Watching Lin Feng bid farewell to Qian Renxue and Ling Yuan and then walk toward her, Bibi Dong's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

This was a promising beginning.

Qian Renxue and Ling Yuan now allowed her to be alone with Lin Feng.

She already had the bread—could the feast be far behind?

"Your Holiness."

Lin Feng walked up to Bibi Dong and nodded slightly in greeting.

Bibi Dong gave a gentle smile, putting away her Pope's scepter and the purple-gold crown atop her head into her storage soul tool.

With the formal regalia gone, she looked less solemn and more gentle and graceful.

Lin Feng was momentarily stunned.

Since when did she become this approachable?

A fair jade-like hand casually reached out and took Lin Feng's, leading him toward the table in the grand hall.

Led by Bibi Dong, Lin Feng followed somewhat uneasily.

"Why so tense? Do you think I'd harm you?"

Bibi Dong's voice was soft and broken in tone, her gaze lowered.

Lin Feng was surprised to feel her trembling hand—was she sweating? Was she nervous, or was it something else?

Inside, Bibi Dong was overjoyed—this might be the first time she had held Lin Feng's hand like this.

A unique fragrance and a taller figure than her own.

Turning her head slightly, she saw his chiseled and handsome features.

Especially those star-like eyes that shone brightly beneath his sword-like brows—they stirred something deep within her.

"Your Holiness, I'm not tense, just…"

There was a trace of hesitation in Lin Feng's voice. He looked into Bibi Dong's deep eyes, where countless unspoken emotions seemed to be hidden, prompting him to slow his steps, wanting to read her more carefully.

"It's just a strange feeling. I can't quite put it into words."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's lips curved into a gentle smile. She lightly shook her head.

Strange? That's good. Strange is interesting.

With a hint of relief in her tone, she said, "Lin Feng, between us, there's no need for too many words. If our hearts are in tune, that's enough.

It's just a small talk about how we'll announce Tang Hao's capture."

They finally reached the table. Reluctantly, she let go of Lin Feng's hand, and the two sat facing each other.

Bibi Dong reached up and gathered her long hair, which had fallen loose after removing her crown.

Slowly and deliberately, she observed the changes in Lin Feng's expression.

When she tied her hair into a simple ponytail and saw the subtle shift in Lin Feng's eyes—

Her lips curled slightly. So, you like this hairstyle?

Simple yet fashionable—a perfect blend of classic and lively.

It exuded a clean and capable aura, showing off confidence and poise. The gathered hair accentuated her neckline, making the whole look lighter and more elegant, and it subtly hinted at a casual kind of beauty.

She recalled the appearances of Qian Renxue and Ling Yuan.

So, you like the pure and charming type… and the gentle, demure kind?

Once her hair was tied, Bibi Dong crossed her legs.

A fair calf rested upon the other.

She placed one hand on her lower knee, bent her elbow atop the upper leg, and rested her chin on her hand.

Tilting her head, she looked at Lin Feng.

The eyes that had once been cold were now filled with unprecedented tenderness. Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of teasing:

"So, Xiao Feng, what do you think of this hairstyle? Don't I look a bit younger? More energetic?"

Lin Feng's face turned slightly red at her words. He hadn't expected his gaze to be caught so precisely.

He coughed lightly and tried to keep his voice calm:

"Your Holiness, compared to when you wear the purple-gold crown, you now appear both dignified and graceful.

As for any special thoughts, not really."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyes glimmered with amusement. She patted the chair next to her, signaling Lin Feng to sit closer:

"Oh? Is that all? I thought you'd prefer how I usually look."

Lin Feng remained still, shaking his head:

"Your Holiness's beauty, like that of Xiao Xue, is beyond compare.

No matter the hairstyle, it's all just ornamentation—not worth fussing over."

Bibi Dong's brow furrowed slightly. She didn't like hearing Lin Feng bring up that woman in front of her.

But despite the displeasure in her heart, she couldn't show it.

Her gaze deepened, and she let out a soft sigh:

"Still, every time I'm with you, I feel a sense of ease and comfort I've never known before.

Maybe that's your unique charm."

Lin Feng pursed his lips. You weren't like this before…

Though, come to think of it, in the first few minutes of our very first meeting, you were this gentle and radiant.

But now, you're still under the corrosion of the Rakshasa God's power—who knows when you might snap.

"Your Holiness overpraises. Let's talk about how to release the news about Tang Hao."

Bibi Dong waved her hand casually, her lips parting:

"There's no rush for that. What I want to ask is—how far have you and Xiao Xue progressed? What you said that day… was it true?"

Clinging to a last bit of hope, Bibi Dong asked the question.

There was still a faint glimmer of expectation in her eyes.

Lin Feng awkwardly coughed and nodded silently.

Being asked this kind of question by Bibi Dong just felt… weird!

Bibi Dong's lips twitched. Her heart wasn't too shaken—after all, it was already a done deal.

Her hand on her knee clenched slightly, betraying the emotions within. She chuckled:

"Let's get back to Tang Hao then. What do you think, Xiao Feng?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. That topic shift was fast. As expected of the Pope—he could barely keep up with her.

Little did he know, Bibi Dong had to change the subject or risk feeling even worse.

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said:

"As for Tang Hao, we should just be open and direct about it.

Back when Tang Hao severely wounded the previous Pope, which led to their death, most external factions already knew.

Even the Clear Sky Clan's withdrawal from the world wasn't a shock to anyone.

The so-called 'Three Upper Clans' was more of a title than anything real.

After the Clear Sky Clan secluded themselves, it was only through the efforts of Ning Fengzhi and his manipulation behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan that the idea of a united upper trio was maintained.

Later, I went to Heaven Dou City and reached an agreement with Ning Fengzhi. After that, his efforts for the unity of the Three Clans waned.

Now, even if Tang Hao dies, I doubt it'll cause much stir among the people.

If Your Holiness is still concerned, you can simply list all of Tang Hao's crimes and then announce it to the world.

That way, the Clear Sky Clan won't be able to object."

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with satisfaction and admiration. She nodded slightly and continued asking:

"What about the two empires?"

"No need to worry there. The Heaven Dou Empire has countless nobles—they'd never openly oppose Spirit Hall. Especially since we've already replaced their crown prince.

As for the Star Luo Empire, given that the Clear Sky Clan is in hiding, they won't want to get involved now and stir up unnecessary trouble."

Tang Hao—he's dead for sure. I said it.

Bibi Dong supported her forehead with her hand, watching Lin Feng speak with confidence, a smile forming on her lips.

Indeed, the legacy of the Hidden Chamber Douluo must not be broken.

Xiao Feng, I must have you!

Come to think of it… Bibi Dong still hadn't received her title yet.