Douluo: Bibi Dong Abandons, Snow Empress Raises to Adulthood

"What do you want to say?"

Oscar knew he was just an ordinary food-type auxiliary soul master.

Even within the talent-filled Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he wasn't considered exceptional.

For someone like him to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, unless the upper ranks personally opened the doors for him, it would be incredibly difficult.

After all, there were too many auxiliary soul masters across the continent eager to join the sect.

Oscar would have to wait in line.

This had always been a deep pain in his heart.

"What I want to say is…"

Tang San sneered. "You, a mere auxiliary soul master, want to marry Ning Rongrong? Do you think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would agree?"

Oscar's expression froze, his face flushing red.

This question had always been his inner demon.

Now, hearing Tang San expose it so directly, he felt deeply uncomfortable.

Even he knew that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was unlikely to approve.

But Oscar had always believed that as long as he kept fawning over Ning Rongrong, in the future, as long as she agreed, it would be enough.

After all, she was the sect's beloved princess!

Even the sect master wouldn't refuse her requests.

That was why Oscar had to become the ultimate bootlicker.

It was his only way to marry Ning Rongrong.

"You're no saint either!"

Oscar had no way to refute Tang San's words, but he could attack from another angle.

"Don't think I don't know. Your trash Blue Silver Grass, other than having some control effects, what else can it do?"

"Even if I'm an auxiliary soul master, I might struggle to protect Ning Rongrong, but you think your waste martial soul Blue Silver Grass can?"

"Do you even know? Blue Silver Grass is a common trash martial soul! Without Ning Rongrong's favor, you would never have been accepted into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Oscar couldn't hold back any longer. He went all out against Tang San.

They had lived together and knew each other inside out.

That was why their words cut deep.

Because they struck right at the heart.

"You never saw me as a brother!" Oscar roared, finally voicing the thoughts in his heart.

And with those words, Tang San's hypocrisy was laid bare.

Tang San's expression changed drastically.

Oscar had seen through him.

And he had no way to refute it.

At this moment, Oscar was completely enraged. He screamed toward the sky as if to release all the resentment in his heart.

"We came to help you save Xiao Wu, and this is how you treat me?!"

"Even Boss Dai is injured like this, and you don't even care!"

Oscar's last sentence dragged Dai Mubai into the argument.

Severely wounded, Dai Mubai instinctively shrank to the side, afraid that this life-and-death-level conflict would involve him.

Now, Oscar and Tang San had completely lost their composure, their eyes red with rage.

All brotherly ties were gone.

Dai Mubai watched anxiously but was powerless.

If he joined in, he'd be the next one targeted.

Better to just recite his ID number and be done with it.

He didn't have deep ties to Ning Rongrong.

At this moment, watching the argument escalate, Xue Tianyu could no longer understand their words.

They were like two fishwives bickering.

Right or wrong didn't matter—momentum did.

Xue Tianyu coldly interrupted them.

"Enough! Quiet down!"

His words were effective. As soon as he spoke, Oscar and Tang San immediately stopped.

After all, Xue Tianyu was the one in charge here.

If they didn't obey and got executed early, they wouldn't have any chances left.

Ignoring the flushed and furious Tang San and Oscar, Xue Tianyu turned to Ning Rongrong and raised an eyebrow. "Now then, who will you choose to die?"

"Do I have to choose?"

Ning Rongrong's voice trembled as she spoke, tears in her eyes. "I-I don't know…"

Though she said this, deep down, she felt a strange sense of delight.

After all, she was the one holding all the power now.

This kind of authority—the power to decide life and death—was intoxicating.

Especially watching Tang San and Oscar fight over her while she sat above it all, judging them.

Such a feeling was rare.

Xue Tianyu silently watched Ning Rongrong's fake tears, a cold sneer in his heart.

He had long seen the excitement hidden in her eyes.

Give Ning Rongrong the power to choose?

How ridiculous.

The final decision would always be in Xue Tianyu's hands.

This was the beginning of their fracture.

Under Xue Tianyu's pressure, Ning Rongrong looked toward Oscar.

A bad feeling immediately rose in Oscar's heart.

Was he about to be forced into the role of a clown?

After everything he had done for Ning Rongrong, was this how it would end?

"Oscar, I might have to…"

Ning Rongrong hesitated, but every word she spoke drained the color from Oscar's face.

Tang San was practically laughing on the inside.

But he was a good actor—he only let his mouth twitch uncontrollably, barely holding in his excitement.

Oscar panicked completely.

With a pleading voice, he turned to Ning Rongrong. "Rongrong!"

"Since we met, do you know how much I've done for you, how much I've sacrificed?"

"You know this in your heart."

"Rongrong, think about it—who was there to comfort you when you were sad?"

"Me!"

"Who was the first to help you when you were in trouble?"

"Also me!"

Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong with pitiful eyes. "You wouldn't… choose me, would you?"

…

Spirit City. Late at night.

The Spirit Hall archives.

Bibi Dong sat in a chair, wearing a long robe. Her beautiful legs, wrapped in black stockings, stretched lazily. Her regal figure exuded an irresistible allure, tempting anyone to steal a glance at the Pope's beauty.

But the madness in her eyes made them hesitate.

She was scanning through documents.

Though the moonlight bathed the room, it didn't affect her reading.

Yet, a trace of anxiety flickered across her flawless face.

For some reason, she felt restless.

There should have been nothing wrong, but her thoughts were in disarray.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu arrived silently.

Bibi Dong's expression stiffened for a moment but quickly returned to normal, masking everything.

"What are you here for, Qian Daoliu? If you have nothing to do, don't bother me."

Her voice carried annoyance and impatience.

Usually, Qian Daoliu would leave without paying her any mind.

But this time, he wouldn't let it go.

He needed answers.

He needed the truth.

That child had to be revealed.

He sat opposite Bibi Dong, eyeing the pile of documents before her. "What are you looking for?"

"Nothing."

Bibi Dong calmly lifted her gaze, meeting the eyes of this man—Spirit Hall's Grand Worshipper, a Level 99 Peerless Douluo, and the enforcer of the Angelic lineage.

Also, the father of Qian Xunji.

She had always believed that all her suffering was tied to the Qian family.

"Do you need something?"

Qian Daoliu nodded, his expression serious.

"Bibi Dong, answer me…"

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly, his gaze fixed on her.

"Do you have… another child?"

Bibi Dong's movements froze. Her hand hung in the air for a long time before she slowly lowered it.

A flicker of unease flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, restoring the Pope's majesty.

"What are you talking about?" Bibi Dong sneered, crossing her legs, her gaze icy.

Qian Daoliu slowly stood, looking down at her as an invisible pressure spread through the room.

"Bibi Dong, I ask you—besides Xue'er, do you have… another child?!"