192: Contact Ghost Chrysanthemum

The World of "coexistence" that Mo Yuhan depicted was hazy, distant, and even carried a childish idealism.

But... that was ultimately a "different" World.

A World without the dirty plundering of Qian Xunji.

A World... where perhaps unique children like Mo Yuhan could live less burdened, less lonely.

"It's his style."

After a long pause, Bibi Dong slowly spoke, her voice low and clear, carrying the weight of a decision, "Wildly imaginative, yet... stubbornly unyielding."

The corners of her mouth seemed to curve upward ever so slightly, and that momentary arc softened the rigid lines of her face. "Since he has set his mind on this path... then let him try to walk it."

This understated "try to walk it" struck Ah Yin's ears like a clap of thunder.

Her eyes instantly gleamed with surprise.

She knew well what Bibi Dong's identity, status, and experiences meant; to receive even a single "try to walk it" from her, even if only out of support for Mo Yuhan, was already immense recognition and strength.

This carried more weight than any impassioned declaration.

"Sister Bibi Dong!" Ah Yin couldn't help but grasp Bibi Dong's hand resting on her knee. The hand was slightly cool and firm. "Yu Han will be so happy when he knows!"

Bibi Dong's hand stiffened for a moment. She was not accustomed to such intimate physical contact, especially from a woman who had transformed from a 100,000-year Spirit Beast.

But the warmth of Ah Yin's palm and her pure joy ultimately prevented her from withdrawing her hand. She simply let the other party hold it, and a faint warmth, so subtle that even she didn't notice it, flickered in the depths of her purple eyes.

This warmth was both a concern for Mo Yuhan and a complex, subtle acceptance of this Blue Silver Emperor who was so devoted to the concept of "coexistence."

The Star Dou Great Forest's core area was secluded and tranquil, but the flames of revenge and the desire for rebuilding could not remain dormant forever.

Bibi Dong knew that to shake Qian Xunji's deeply entrenched rule in Spirit Hall, her power alone, even as a Titled Douluo, was far from enough.

She needed strength, the old strength belonging to "Saintess Bibi Dong" hidden in the shadow of the colossal Spirit Hall.

Contact had to begin.

The targets were first those former subordinates who had lost power and been suppressed because of her, but who were not necessarily loyal to Qian Xunji.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Guimei, this inseparable pair of Titled Douluo, were once her most capable assistants. They had also suffered collateral damage due to her "fall," finding themselves in an awkward predicament, making them the most likely candidates to be re-recruited.

Especially Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, whose mind was relatively more active. His idle position of guarding the Library Pavilion in the Elder Palace also gave him some room for maneuver.

Night, once again, became the best cover.

Bibi Dong did not choose Ah Yin's vibrant Blue Silver Grass communication method; it was too conspicuous and too easily exposed Ah Yin's existence.

She chose a more fitting and secretive method for her identity—the Death Spider Emperor's associated spider silk.

This spider silk, condensed from her pure Soul Power, was as fine as hair, incredibly tough, and contained the Death Spider Emperor's unique chilling aura and mental imprint. It could not be deciphered without specific techniques and could silently vanish into the shadows under her control.

Inside the secret chamber, only the faint light of a Soul Power lamp flickered. Bibi Dong's fingertips gathered Soul Power, and a nearly transparent strand of spider silk, shimmering with a cold metallic luster, slowly seeped out.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, her powerful Mental Energy like an invisible carving knife, meticulously imprinting information within the spider silk. The message was concise and crucial, bearing her unique mark:

["Old garden still exists, new chrysanthemum awaits?" — Bibi Dong]

"Old garden" subtly referred to her former power base, while "new chrysanthemum" directly pointed to Yue Guan.

A single question, both a test and a summons.

Once imprinted, the strand of spider silk trembled slightly, like a living thing.

Bibi Dong flicked her finger, and the spider silk instantly vanished into the deepest shadows of the secret chamber's corner, like a drop of water merging into the ocean of night, leaving no trace.

It would stealthily travel across the vast Star Dou Great Forest towards Spirit City in a way that was difficult to detect by conventional means.

Several days later, deep within the Elder Palace area of Spirit City.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, in his ornate golden robe, leaned idly against a carved wooden window on the top floor of the Library Pavilion.

Outside the window was Spirit City's magnificent yet cold architectural complex, with the golden dome of the Supreme Pontiff Palace reflecting dazzling light in the setting sun in the distance.

Although his position had not been revoked, his power had long been hollowed out, like a canary kept in a beautiful cage. In his hand, he toyed with a freshly picked chrysanthemum; its petals were vibrant and dewy, yet they could not dispel the gloom and resentment in his brows.

Gui Mei had been exiled to the bitter cold of the far north, while he himself was trapped in this seemingly opulent cage. His former glory and power were like yesterday's faded flowers.

Suddenly, a faint but incredibly familiar chilling sensation came from the edge of the petal he was twirling between his fingers.

Yue Guan stiffened abruptly, his lazy expression instantly vanishing, replaced by an unbelievable gleam in his eyes.

He abruptly lowered his head, only to see that the edge of a petal near the calyx of the Heaven Douluo Chrysanthemum was, at some unknown point, strangely entangled with a tiny strand of silk, thinner than a hair and almost transparent.

The cold, pure, death-infused Soul Power fluctuation emanating from that silk... he would never mistake it.

It was the aura of the Death Spider Emperor! It was Saintess Bibi Dong!

"She's alive... she's really alive!"

A huge shock and ecstasy instantly surged through Yue Guan's body like an electric current, making him almost unable to control his aura.

He clenched his fist abruptly, tightly gripping the flower and the strand of spider silk in his palm. The sharp thorns pricked his palm, bringing a slight pain that barely allowed him to maintain his outward composure, but his pounding heart echoed like a drum in his chest.

He quickly glanced around, confirming no one was spying, then carefully, using his Soul Power to envelop the strand of spider silk, he peeled it from the petal. His powerful Mental Energy, like the most precise probe, cautiously pierced into the silk's interior.

["Old garden still exists, new chrysanthemum awaits?" — Bibi Dong]

The brief message, carrying Bibi Dong's unique, undeniable will, was clearly imprinted in his mental sea.

"Old garden... new chrysanthemum..."

Yue Guan murmured, the flush of excitement on his face gradually receding, replaced by a complex expression mixed with excitement, tension, and determination.

He understood! The Saintess was summoning him!

She was not only alive but had clearly recovered her strength, possibly even becoming stronger. She needed the power of her old subordinates.

Qian Xunji's declaration was a lie.

Bibi Dong was still alive, so what about Mo Yuhan? Was that astonishingly talented young man, whom even the Supreme Pontiff feared, also...? A spark of hope ignited in Yue Guan's heart.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions.

Now was not the time for excitement.

Bibi Dong's message was so secretive, indicating that her situation was still dangerous and required absolute caution.

He had to respond, and quickly, and ensure it was foolproof!