85. Ceremony

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Faced with Qian Renxue's sacred fire, Qian Renjue didn't dare to move, fearing that a single mistake would cause him to go bald.

He allowed them to take care of him, enjoying their spoiling effort.

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As night deepened, Qian Renjue was mentally worn out by the two women and had started to doze off.

He lay on the bed, nestled in Qian Renxue's arms.

His breathing was long and smooth.

His golden hair spread out over his resplendent golden gown.

The gown was adorned with various gemstones, lightweight and textured, spacious yet well-fitted.

Creak!

Bibi Dong emerged from the bathroom.

Wearing a purple halter dress, her delicate feet stepping through the misty water.

Her arms were exposed, her skin tender was glowing, and her legs long and slender.

Her curvaceous body emanated a refreshing fragrance.

A crystal-like pendant hung between her pale, flushed cheeks, which now radiated a vibrant glow, replacing her previous fatigue.

"Xiao Xue, you should get ready too," Bibi Dong said softly, directing her gaze towards the bed.

"Okay."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly.

She gently released Qian Renjue from her embrace and walked towards the bathroom.

Bibi Dong reminded her:

"I have already prepared the clothes."

"Thanks, Mom."

Qian Renxue entered the bathroom.

Bibi Dong, watching the sleeping Qian Renjue, smiled warmly.

She tidied up the clothes Qian Renjie had changed out of before sitting by the bed.

Ignoring her damp hair, she lay down in the spot where Qian Renxue had been.

She moved closer to Qian Renjue, pressing him gently against her.

Sensing the familiar sweet scent, Qian Renjue instinctively leaned forward and reached out to hug.

Bibi Dong smiled indulgently.

Her expression slowly turned cold and solemn.

She lifted Qian Renjue's chin, gazing at his innocent face.

Her red lips moved, emitting a firm and cold whisper.

"From now on, Mom will never harm you again."

As her words fell, her warm lips lightly touched his tender face and moved to his ear.

Breathing out warm air, her voice, however, was chillingly cold and filled with murderous intent.

"If anyone dares to harm you, Mom will make them all die!"

"Even gods will be killed if they harm you~"

Her gentle yet icy voice was melodious.

Bibi Dong slightly pulled away, her smile taking on a dazed quality.

She tenderly smoothed out the furrowed brow of Qian Renjue.

Though her divine trial hadn't been perfectly executed, it was acceptable.

The power meant for revenge, awakened by Qian Xunji's death, would be used to protect these two children.

"Heh."

Bibi Dong chuckled softly, changing her position to nestle into Qian Renjue's embrace.

This was a warmth she almost lost.

By the time Qian Renxue was done, Bibi Dong had already fallen asleep.

Nestled in Qian Renjue's arms, she could not distinguish between the adult and the child.

Seeing her spot taken, Qian Renxue didn't mind, gently pressing against Qian Renjue's back.

She reached out to hold both Qian Renjue and Bibi Dong.

Particularly speaking, she was the eldest among the three.

In the quietness of the night, only then could Qian Renxue completely set aside her worries and embrace her family.

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The next morning.

Qian Renjue remained sound asleep on the bed.

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue were already seated in front of a large mirror.

Qian Renxue was personally brushing Bibi Dong's hair.

Their conversation rarely strayed beyond the topic of a certain person who liked to sleep and wake up later.

"Xiao Xue, have you talked to Jue about it?"

Bibi Dong asked softly, looking at her daughter in the mirror.

"Not yet."

Qian Renxue shook her head lightly.

Bibi Dong hesitated for a moment, gently covering Qian Renxue's palm that was on her shoulder with her hand.

"This matter still needs to be finalized by the Great Priest."

She didn't know how to persuade.

In the end, she passed the responsibility to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Renxue nodded slightly, asking, "Then do you agree, Mom?"

"My opinion seems to carry little weight to you."

Bibi Dong smiled bitterly.

She knew Qian Renxue, although she was very young, but she was also very determined.

For now, all she could do was offer some advice:

"Xiao Xue, remember that protecting yourself is the most important thing."

"I will."

Qian Renxue assured her once more

Half an hour later.

Bibi Dong had changed into her Pope's gown and was ready to leave for the succession ceremony

"Alright, Xiao Xue, I have to go first. Jue is in your care now."

"Don't worry, Mom. I won't let Jue be late."

Qian Renxue nodded, already holding a towel soaked with cold water.

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The entire Spirit City was solemn, dignified, and filled with festive cheer.

Representatives from various forces who had left not long ago gathered once more in Spirit City.

They were here to witness Bibi Dong's succession to the position of Pope.

Qian Renxue and her brother hid among the crowd, observing the grand event.

"Sister, Mom looks so beautiful."

Qian Renjue exclaimed, admiring Bibi Dong in her gown.

On the high platform.

Bibi Dong was wrapped in a resplendent golden gown.

From head to toe, it fit her perfectly.

The dazzling gown sparkled with more than a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones.

The nine-curve purple-gold crown on her head shone brightly, and the two-meter-long scepter she held was engraved with various flying and walking creatures.

Her fair skin and almost perfect features exuded an intangible air of nobility and holiness.

Qian Renxue looked at Qian Renjue beside her and smiled.

"You're not bad yourself."

"Look, Sister! Mom saw us!"

Qian Renjue excitedly jumped and waved his little hand at the high platform.

"Jue, don't shout!"

Qian Renxue's expression changed slightly.

She immediately covered Qian Renjue's mouth and pulled him away.

Bibi Dong's face showed surprise, though she found it amusing.

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The succession ceremonies for the Pope and the Holy Son were quite different.

As Pope, Bibi Dong had to appear in public.

Qian Renjue, however, did not need to do so, as his information was kept confidential for his protection.

The succession of the Holy Son was appointed internally by the Pope.

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At noon.

In front of the Pope's palace.

Twelve red-clad cardinals and many elders stood.

All were internal and trusted members of the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong, holding Qian Renjue's hand, walked slowly out of the Pope's palace.

Qian Renjue's resplendent golden gown seemed to be woven from golden sunlight, warm and dazzling.

The standing collar design highlighted his youthful face with a touch of dignity.

"After discussions with the elders,"

"From now on, the position of Holy Son the Saint of the Spirit Hall will be taken over by the former Pope's son, Qian Renjue."

The imposing voice echoed across the plaza, Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with cold severity.

At such a moment, she would not tolerate any opposition.

Her concern, however, proved to be unnecessary.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo both knelt on one knee, showing extraordinary respect.

They supported Qian Renjue's appointment as the Holy Son of the Pope's Hall.

"Subordinates pay their respects to His Highness the Holy Son!"

With their lead, the entire process was merely a formality.

In the plaza, Qian Daoliu and Ye Renxin stood in one corner, quietly observing.