389. Become My Husband

Under the guidance of the red-robed bishops, the Heaven Dou Empire delegation of over 200 people was swiftly accommodated in an inn on the west side of Spirit City.

Meanwhile, the Star Luo Empire delegation was arranged on the east side of the city.

This subtle arrangement gave the impression of opposition between the two groups.


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At the same time.

Under the scorching sun, in the resplendent Pope Palace, Bibi Dong sat on her high throne.

Below her stood Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, the two Title Douluos, along with eighteen red-robed bishops, all bowing in reverence.

“Chrysanthemum, is everything arranged?”

Bibi Dong’s commanding yet melodious voice echoed throughout the hall. She leaned lazily against her throne, resting her delicate head on one hand.

“Your Majesty, everything has been prepared,” Chrysanthemum Douluo replied, bowing slightly. His voice was soft yet raspy.

“Very good.”

Bibi Dong’s crimson lips curved slightly as she opened her sharp purple eyes, gazing calmly at the elders and bishops below.

She instructed coolly,
“Tomorrow, bring all the participating teams to the square in front of the Pope's Palace.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a red-robed bishop stepped forward and asked hesitantly,
“But Your Majesty, the elimination rounds are scheduled to take place at the foot of the mountain tomorrow.”

“I am aware.”

Bibi Dong yawned lazily, her expression softening with a playful smile as she continued confidently,
“But our Holy Son said he doesn’t need an elimination round.”

“This...!”

The moment her words fell, the red-robed bishops froze for a moment, then exchanged wry smiles.

Was their Holy Son planning to single-handedly crush the young elite Spirit Masters?

If the Holy Son truly participated, it might actually be possible.

But this was against the rules!

“Once they’re brought here, they will naturally be eliminated,” Bibi Dong said leisurely.

Her warm smile faded, replaced by a calm yet intimidating gaze. Looking down at the bishops, she added in a measured tone,
“Do you all understand?”

“We understand, Your Majesty.”

Though they found it unconventional, the bishops didn’t hesitate. Bowing deeply in unison, they responded respectfully.

They understood clearly: in this grand Pope Palace and within Spirit Hall, the rules were dictated by the Pope and her Holy Son.

“Good.”

Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction and waved her hand dismissively.
“Go now and maintain order.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The bishops slowly retreated from the Pope Palace. As they left, some couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anticipation.

What kind of performance would their Holy Son deliver this time?

After all, Qian Renjue had always been different from his predecessors.
To this day, none of them had witnessed this Holy Son, cherished by both the Pope and the elders, demonstrate his power.

As the bishops exited, Bibi Dong turned to Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo and asked,
“Did the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan send anyone to this tournament?”

“Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin brought a young girl with them,” Ghost Douluo replied respectfully.

“Is that so…”



Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her eyes glimmering with thought.

It seemed she would finally meet the future daughter-in-law that “old fox” had chosen for her tomorrow.


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Meanwhile.

At Spirit Academy, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan were organizing the students, following Qian Renjue’s instructions.

After the championship match concluded tomorrow, they were to lead the group to the base of Central Divine Mountain to watch the match determining the second and third places the day after.

Meanwhile, Ling Yuan Douluo was busy in the alchemy hall, crafting prizes for the runners-up and third place winners. This was meant to give them some motivation to perform well, lest they lose heart after being crushed by Qian Renjue.


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In the frozen northern wilderness.

Qian Renjue once again stepped into this barren, colorless world devoid of vitality.

Inside an icy cavern adorned with frozen sculptures, his figure hovered above a sheer cliff, purple eyes scanning downward.

Splash!

The sound of clear water echoed in the cavern.

From his vantage point, Qian Renjue caught a glimpse of a graceful figure, as white as snow, gliding through the water like a snowfish.

Before he could see clearly, Snow Empress leapt out of the perpetually unfrozen spring, her movements creating a cascade of sparkling droplets.

As the chilling aura radiating from her flawless figure enveloped the water droplets, they crystallized mid-air, forming a curtain of ice.

It was like a snow lotus blooming in the air, ethereal and mesmerizing as it twirled and danced.

Her snowy neck, full curves, slender waist, and elegant hips were all faintly visible. Beneath the icy mist, her translucent, jade-like skin appeared as pure as snow.

As the icy droplets slid off her body, a pair of tricolored beads embedded in her chest glimmered. The beads transformed into an icy blue garment, draping over her snowy form.

A pristine white dress fell gracefully, enveloping Snow Empress' figure like a snowflake descending in a blizzard.

Her round toes lightly touched the shore, her delicate feet pressing against the ground.

The icy crystals in her long white hair shimmered like a galaxy, cascading down to her ankles before melting into the earth.

Snow Empress raised her gaze, looking at Qian Renjue hovering above the icy wall. Her pure, spotless eyes carried a hint of shyness, and her noble, pristine face flushed faintly.

Under Qian Renjue’s guidance, it seemed Snow Empress now understood what it meant to feel shame.

Her soft, pink lips parted slightly.

“Qian Renjue, why didn’t you close your eyes just now?”

Her voice carried a mix of excitement, embarrassment, and playful reproach. She furrowed her delicate brows, her tone confused yet curious.

“Didn’t you tell me only my husband is allowed to see my body?”

“I didn’t have time to see clearly just now—my apologies,” Qian Renjue said with a faintly apologetic smile, descending to the icy floor with the cold wind swirling around him.

He found Snow Empress's changes quite pleasing.

Hearing his response, Snow Empress tilted her head, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.

She pondered aloud, “Didn’t have time to see clearly? Does that mean you actually wanted to see clearly?”

A faint blush crept across her face as her azure eyes locked onto Qian Renjue, their gaze reflecting a golden hue. Her voice softened, carrying a subtle warmth:

“Qian Renjue, do you want to be my husband?”

“Ah, no, that’s not it!” Qian Renjue quickly waved his hands, shaking his head in denial as he faced her innocent yet piercing gaze.

He hastily clarified, “What I meant was that I didn’t have time to react or close my eyes.”

“Is that so...”

Snow Empress frowned slightly but nodded in understanding, though a faint sense of disappointment flickered in her heart.

Didn’t he want to see her body?
Why wouldn’t he want to be her husband?

Qian Renjue pointed at the crystal shoes lying by her feet and spoke gently:
“Snow Empress, put on your shoes first. Then we can discuss this further.”