Chapter 17 Bibi Dong enters the room at night, Rakshasa God's thoughts

Bibi Dong's words fell.

Gui Mei, Yue Guan and several other Titled Douluo from the Pope's faction were originally waiting for Bibi Dong to speak, and upon seeing this they also spoke out to express their support.

The Titled Douluo of Qian Daoliu's lineage had already supported Ling Kuang to become the eighth priest.

As a result, all the Titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall supported Qian Daoliu's decision without any objection.

Ling Kuang becoming the eighth priest is an irreversible and set-in-stone thing.

"very good!"

Qian Daoliu sat on the main seat, his face indifferent, but with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he said: "Since everyone agrees, from now on, Demon Bear will be the Eighth Worshiper of the Spirit Hall!"

Ling Kuang stood up at the right time, bowed to everyone, and said: "Thank you for the promotion of the Great Priest, and thank you all for your recognition. I, Ling Kuang, will be the Eighth Priest of the Spirit Hall from now on, and I will definitely take on the responsibilities of a priest!"

The meeting continued, and everyone had a chance to discuss important matters currently concerning the Spirit Hall.

After the meeting, Bibi Dong called Ling Kuang again: "Mr. Ling, can you please spare me a moment to talk?"

Although Ling Kuang was full of doubts, he still followed Bibi Dong to a remote and quiet corner.

Bibi Dong looked serious and said slowly: "Worshiper Ling, now that you have become a worshiper and Ling Ye is gifted, I hope we can put aside our past grudges and work together to carefully plan for the future of Spirit Hall."

Ling Kuang responded in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Your Excellency the Pope is too kind. As the Eighth Priest of the Spirit Hall, I should take the rise and fall of the Spirit Hall as my top priority."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly and continued, "Ling Ye has great potential. I intend to focus on training him. What do you think, Lord Ling?"

Ling Kuang thought for a moment and said calmly: "It is a great honor for Xiaoye to be valued so much by the Pope, but everything depends on his own efforts and luck."

Bibi Dong smiled, her eyes revealing determination and expectation, and said: "Of course, but I believe that with Ling Ye's qualifications, he will definitely not let us down."

After saying that, Bibi Dong turned and left, her graceful figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

Ling Kuang looked at her back, his eyes flickering slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

……

Ling Kuang returned to his residence, unable to hide his excitement, and told Ling Ye about his successful appointment as the eighth priest and what Bibi Dong had said.

Ling Ye's face was filled with joy, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and his little face was filled with smiles. He said, "Grandpa, it's a good thing that the Pope took the initiative to show goodwill."

"Now that you have become the eighth priest, your status has risen a lot, and your relationship with the Pope has eased. You will undoubtedly feel more secure and comfortable in the Spirit Hall than before."

"Moreover, with the support of the Pope, you will be able to mobilize more resources in the Spirit Hall, which will be extremely beneficial to you, my parents, and me."

Ling Kuang nodded slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and said: "You are right, but Grandpa can feel that the Pope's attitude has changed because of you."

Ling Ye said nonchalantly, "So what? With you and the other seven priests here, the Pope will definitely know that he can't harm me. In other words, what she said should be true, and we don't have to worry."

Hear the words.

Ling Kuang thought it made sense and nodded, "That's true. Pope Bibi Dong is a very smart woman. Grandpa is overthinking."

Ling Ye patted his chest, his eyes burning like flames, and said solemnly: "Grandpa, don't worry, I understand that in this world, only strength is fundamental."

"I will work hard to become stronger, step by step towards the top, and become the strongest!"

"By then, no matter whether other people are sincere to us or not, nothing will change, and the fake will become true!" Ling Kuang looked at his precious grandson in front of him with focused eyes. His energetic and confident face was filled with an excited expression. Listening to his passionate words, he was stunned for a moment.

He seemed to see his younger self, and the long-dormant passion in his heart seemed to be rekindled, and he even felt his blood boiling.

"Damn it, I feel like I'm on fire for no apparent reason. It's outrageous!"

……

the other side.

Bibi Dong returned to her palace, thinking back to her conversation with Ling Kuang, and had her own thoughts in mind.

Ling Kuang became the Eighth Priest, this was Qian Daoliu’s decision.

She had agreed before, partly to ease the relationship with Ling Kuang, after all, he was Ling Ye's biological grandfather.

On the other hand, Qian Daoliu, as the great priest and the true controller of the Spirit Hall, could not change his decision. Even if she was the Pope, she could not stop it, so she simply agreed.

Although this was a big deal, Bibi Dong's mind was completely focused on the 'heir of the God of Destruction'. She couldn't wait to confirm whether Ling Ye was that person.

"Sir, can you feel the breath of the God of Destruction?" Bibi Dong suddenly asked.

An enchanting and evil figure suddenly appeared in the silent hall. It was the Rakshasa God.

He said calmly, "No, the Ling Ye you mentioned, even if he is the heir of the God of Destruction, I have to see him in person to confirm it. At the very least, he has to be within my sensing range."

“Although this Ling Kuang is his grandfather, it is impossible for him to be tainted with the aura of the God of Destruction. It is useless to just meet him.”

This 'Rakshasa God' is actually just a divine thought of the original body and cannot be confused with the real Rakshasa God. Otherwise, it would be easy to cover the entire Wuhun City with his mental power.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly and said thoughtfully: "If that's the case, then I can only find a chance to meet Ling Ye."

……

It was a dark and windy night, and the Spirit Hall was silent.

When everyone was sleeping, a purple figure slowly appeared outside a hall. This was Ling Ye's residence. He did not live with his grandfather.

Bibi Dong hesitated for a moment, but still gently pushed open the door and walked in.

After closing the door, the room was pitch dark, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. However, as a Titled Douluo, Bibi Dong, with the help of her soul power, could clearly see Ling Ye lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

"Now I want to see if you are the heir of the God of Destruction!" Bibi Dong thought to herself.

Think of this.

Bibi Dong called out "Rakshasa God" in her mind, and soon, an enchanting dark purple figure appeared in front of her out of thin air.

The two of them communicated with each other through their mental power.

Bibi Dong: "My Lord, the child on the bed is Ling Ye. Can you sense the breath of the God of Destruction?"

Rakshasa God turned around and looked at Ling Ye who was sleeping soundly. He saw at a glance the faint purple mark of the scepter on his forehead, and then sensed the aura of the God of Destruction on him.

"That's right, this Ling Ye is the heir of the God of Destruction. Look at his forehead, that's the mark of the God of Destruction's inheritance!"

(End of this chapter)