Douluo: Cutting me drops treasures; Bi Bidong got addicted

How many years had it been? He'd rarely come back.

Nobody to greet him was one thing, but not even a word of hello upon meeting?!

I'm your granddaughter, Grandfather!

What could possibly be so important that it takes precedence over your granddaughter's return?

That woman, too—no sign of her anywhere.

Xue Qinghe's mindset collapsed.

He took several deep breaths in succession, struggling to stabilize his emotions.

"The person ahead, is that the Great Priest of the Martial Soul Hall?"

Xue Qinghe called out with furrowed brows and an even, measured tone.

Thousand Waves stopped at the sound of the voice.

Turning around, his expression went from stunned to a surge of joy.

Good Lord! When did my granddaughter get here?!

However, to conceal his granddaughter's identity, Thousand Waves masked his emotions well, "It's the Crown Prince. I apologize for not coming out to meet you, my sincerest apologies!"

Xue Qinghe approached with displeasure in his face.

"Why is the Martial Soul Hall so deserted? Where is Her Holiness the Pope? Where is the Great Priest off to now? Are we still going to talk about our matters or not?"

Thousand Waves' smile froze.

There would be plenty of chances to chat with his granddaughter later, but who knew how long that young man in the city would appear for?

If he delayed, he might miss something crucial.

"That matter, well, we can discuss it another time when we're free. Right now, there's an important person waiting for me to meet them."

"Who?"

How could there be someone more important than your own granddaughter... Xue Qinghe clenched his teeth, the resentment in his heart reaching its peak.

"We'll talk when we get there. Why don't you, Crown Prince, come along and see for yourself?"

Thousand Waves said this and reached out to take Xue Qinghe's hand, but thinking of their apparent identities, stopped himself.

"I'm not going!"

Xue Qinghe declined immediately.

Thousand Waves was taken aback, with his expression turning more serious.

"It would be better for you, Crown Prince, to come with me, to avoid any misunderstandings in the interactions between the Martial Soul Hall and the Tiandou Empire."

You silly girl, your grandfather is taking you to seek an opportunity!

And you're not willing?

Xue Qinghe could tell his grandfather was threatening him.

He glared at Thousand Waves with resentment and compromised, "Fine, this Crown Prince will accompany the Great Priest to see who this person is that has you in such a rush!"

The group left the Martial Soul Hall.

On the way, Xue Qinghe turned around and suddenly realized the Guard Commander had followed.

"Crown Prince, why have you gone out again?"

The Guard Commander called out as he ran after him.

"The Great Priest has to meet an important person and has invited me to join him."

The Guard Commander, concerned, responded firmly, "I shall accompany you, Crown Prince!"

Xue Qinghe looked at him and nodded.

"Great Priest, the stands for that young man are right ahead."

Demon Bear Douluo turned his head to say this.

"I see it."

From the teeming crowd ahead, anyone with eyes could notice the scene.

"This is too much..."

Thousand Waves shook his head slightly, inwardly shocked; the scene before him was even more magnificent than he had imagined.

This was no longer just half of Soul City's soul masters—it was eighty percent of them!

Even Demon Bear Douluo couldn't help but express his awe, "It seems the matter regarding Senior Lin Yi has spread throughout Soul City overnight."

"There are far more soul masters watching today than yesterday."

"Stop talking and keep leading the way."

Thousand Waves was in a great hurry, his eyebrows twisted into the shape of the character "Chuan", eager to witness the young man's divine powers.

"Wait a moment!"

Xue Qinghe suddenly called out from behind.

Thousand Waves and the others turned their heads.

"Grand... Great Priest, is this 'important person' the one who's supposed to meet that... that lunatic?!"

Xue Qinghe pointed incredulously towards the direction of the stands.

"Is he crazy?" mumbled Qian Daoliu, frowning.

"Isn't he? I happened to watch for a while when I arrived. By letting so many people hit him, isn't he sick?"

Xue Qinghe's mentality crumbled even more.

He had never imagined that the important person mentioned by Qian Daoliu would actually be this youth!

These people must be crazy!

Do they just stay in Martial Soul Hall all day because they are too free?

"To tell the truth, I also thought he was just a crazy person..."

Qian Daoliu murmured.

"Then why did you come to show support?"

Xue Qinghe questioned, his eyes wide open.

"You should first take a look at who's standing on that stage."

Xue Qinghe frowned and followed the direction Qian Daoliu was pointing, and was immediately speechless with shock.

Bi Bidong was actually up there on the stands!

Xue Qinghe moved forward a few steps silently, staring at the scene unbelievably.

The usually cold-hearted and reticent Bi Bidong was actually bowing respectfully to the youth at this moment.

In that instant, his image of Bi Bidong shattered.

Qian Daoliu looked at Xue Qinghe with a complex expression, "I also have many questions in my heart. I'm here to verify them, feeling that if I miss this opportunity, I would regret it for a lifetime."

As long as it involved anything to do with the Six-winged Angel Deity, Qian Daoliu would give it top priority.

This was not only about his own future but also concerning Qian Renxue's.

Therefore, he valued it greatly.

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Bi Bidong happily walked down from the stands, carrying one hundred and fifty strands of Black Silk, surrounded by countless envious gazes.

So much for fair treatment, this was their first time seeing Lin Yi giving away extra gifts!

Why him? Jealous, aren't you?

Is it just because the Pope has great power and also looks good?

At this moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo eagerly stepped up onto the stands, "It's my turn, it's my turn..."

"Chrysanthemum, get down!"

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from not too far away.

Yue Guan turned around, looking towards the direction of the slowly approaching figures. The one who had called him was Demon Bear Douluo.

But upon seeing the people behind him, he paused, shocked, and ended up tumbling down the stairs.

"Gr-great Priest?!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo quickly scrambled up and hid behind Bi Bidong.

Qian Daoliu threw a cold glance at these few people, without any intention of communicating, even with Bi Bidong in sight.

He had focused on Lin Yi as soon as he entered.

"Crown Prince."

Bi Bidong greeted calmly, while putting the one hundred and fifty strands of Black Silk into a soul tool.

Xue Qinghe's gaze was cold, not responding to Bi Bidong.

Mad, everyone in Martial Soul Hall has gone mad.

Even his grandfather was nearly mad.

Xue Qinghe simply stood aside, coldly watching the farce that was unfolding before him; he wanted to see what kind of deed this youth could pull off.

Without any hesitation, Qian Daoliu stepped onto the stage via the stairs.

"I heard that attacking you would cause treasures to drop, is that true?"

"Yes."

Lin Yi opened his pair of pitch-black eyes and made eye contact.

Such a resolute gaze... Qian Daoliu was slightly moved internally; it was very rare for someone of this age to have such a gaze.

"I'll be direct. I don't care about these treasures, I only care if you have the abilities of the Six-winged Angel Deity. You only need to answer yes or no."

Qian Daoliu was straightforward and direct.

Lin Yi slightly curled the corners of his mouth, without any hesitation.

"Yes."

Qian Daoliu frowned, his gaze filled with shock.

"Young man, do you know how much responsibility lies in that one word? You might even pay with your life for it!"