194: Chapter 194 The Relationship Between the Pope and the Holy Son

"Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff!"

"His Highness the Holy Son!"

Nearby, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo flew over one after another, bowing respectfully toward Bibi Dong.

"Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff, Sea Turtle is leading people in pursuit of the Hundred Thousand Year Ice Jade Scorpion!"

Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

A Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast has a very powerful perception; generally, if its tracks are discovered, it is at most observed from a distance, and a Spirit Master will not actively approach or track it at close range.

Otherwise, if a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast launches an attack, no Spirit Master can easily survive.

When the Cardinals of the Spirit Hall follow, they also track the traces left by the target; only when a Titled Douluo arrives will they search with great fanfare.

And these traces can only judge that a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast has lived nearby.

At Bibi Dong's signal, the group searched for several days.

On this day, a strong wind blew in the Extreme North Land, and heavy snow covered the earth under the unbridled impact of the gale.

In a cave, a crackling sound could be heard.

The firelight of the campfire shone on Su Wen and Bibi Dong's faces, dispelling the cold of the night.

Su Wen was roasting an Ice Silkworm Spirit Beast in his hand, lightly cutting off a piece and putting it in his mouth; it was full of bursting meat juice.

It tasted like chicken.

"I wonder what Tianmeng Ice Silkworm tastes like!"

Su Wen muttered softly.

He didn't know if in this timeline Tianmeng Ice Silkworm had been caught by Di Tian and the others to be used as a power bank, absorbing its nearly million-year Soul Power.

If not.

Su Wen felt he could send someone to look for it and bring it to the Spirit Hall.

Vicious Beasts can all absorb the Soul Power of the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm.

The Titled Douluos of the Spirit Hall should also be able to!

As long as they guard against the target's mental methods and place it in the Heavenly God Temple, letting Qian Daoliu watch it day and night, it would suffice.

As a Limit Douluo, even if an accident occurs, Qian Daoliu has Divine Power protection; he is the best choice.

With such a good power bank, Qian Daoliu would probably like it very much too.

Although Qian Daoliu can no longer increase his Soul Power, he certainly hopes that the Spirit Hall will grow stronger.

Or he could let Bibi Dong put it into the Rakshasa Secret Realm.

"I'll know once I go back and ask Bi Ji!"

Thinking this, Su Wen noticed Bibi Dong staring at him.

He gave a mischievous grin.

He handed over the Ice Silkworm in his hand.

"Teacher, it's roasted and ready to eat!"

"What were you muttering about?"

Bibi Dong asked.

"Nothing!"

Su Wen changed the subject: "Teacher, after searching for so many days, could this Ice Jade Scorpion have already returned to the Core Area?"

"Perhaps. Let's look a bit more. Since there are still traces of it living around here, it might come back even after returning. We'll search for another ten days; if there's no news, we'll go find that Ice Bear."

Bibi Dong didn't reach out, just looked at him. Su Wen understood her meaning, took out a small knife from his spirit tool, and sliced the Ice Silkworm meat into pieces.

"That Ice Bear, huh!"

"Teacher, to be able to reach a hundred thousand years, it's probably no ordinary Ice Bear."

Su Wen took out chopsticks, tentatively picked up a piece, and held it in front of Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's ears felt slightly warm.

She opened her mouth.

Her rosy lips gently bit down.

She swallowed it and chewed slowly.

"What Teacher wants is also no ordinary spirit ring!"

"That's true!"

Seeing the successful feeding, Su Wen continued to feed her.

By the third piece, Su Wen suddenly joked with a smile: "Teacher, aren't we being a bit too intimate?"

Bibi Dong's movement stiffened, and the faint red on her face gradually dissipated.

Her expression became serious, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone changed: "Indeed, don't do this next time..."

After saying that, Bibi Dong stood up, regained her usual Supreme Pontiff aura, and turned to walk toward the prepared tent.

"Teacher is full; you should also pack up and rest soon."

Her voice drifted over lightly, cold and indifferent.

Su Wen watched Bibi Dong's sudden change and was speechless; he knew he shouldn't have spoken too much.

Having been together for so long,

he finally understood,

that no matter how intimate they were, it was fine,

but as soon as it was said out loud, it was impossible to go any further.

She would no longer cooperate.

"I don't know what Teacher is thinking!"

"Sigh, I can't figure it out!"

"A woman's heart!"

Su Wen picked up the Ice Silkworm and feasted on it.

After eating and drinking his fill, he walked toward the tent.

As for the night watch,

Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others were nearby; there was no need for a Spirit King like him to keep watch.

In the tent, Bibi Dong had already lied down, her back to him, with half the space beside her empty as if left for him.

"Teacher?"

Su Wen took off his outer coat and lay down beside her.

His large hand climbed onto Bibi Dong's slender waist.

That smooth touch also made him addicted, wanting to hold her tightly.

Seeing Bibi Dong remain silent,

Su Wen didn't know if the previous matter had been settled.

He carefully turned her over to face him.

With no resistance, Su Wen's courage immediately surged.

Bibi Dong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair cheeks were moist and lustrous.

Little Wen actually didn't cover his eyes this time.

She was a bit displeased; like this, she didn't dare to open her eyes boldly.

If there were black gauze,

she could still vaguely see his silhouette.

Now she could only rely on her Mental Energy to feel him closely.

Bibi Dong didn't like this way very much.

She preferred to be able to look at Su Wen, even if her vision was blurred.

"Teacher?"

"It's really warm here, unlike the chilly outside. Actually, days spent searching for Spirit Beasts with Teacher like this are not bad."

Bibi Dong heard the voice but didn't respond, though there was a blush on her neck.

This Disciple was becoming more and more out of line, having forgotten the principles of respecting one's teacher.

It was also because she had spoiled him too much.

She shouldn't have gone along with it when entering the tent.

At this moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo arrived at the cave entrance.

There was a trace of anxiety on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face.

As they stepped into the cave, a strange sound came through.

The two couldn't help but stop.

How sharp was the hearing of a Titled Douluo; even at the cave entrance, they could hear some sounds.

"This... seems to be the Supreme Pontiff's!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo wanted to walk further in, not knowing what was happening, but Ghost Douluo had already grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the cave.

"Old Ghost, what are you doing? The Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast has been found; we must report to the Supreme Pontiff quickly... Why does your face look wrong?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Ghost Douluo strangely; the latter took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions in his heart, and tried to speak calmly: "It's nothing, let's wait first. Sea Turtle and several Cardinals have already targeted it; the opponent won't get away."

"Old Ghost, is something going on? And what happened just now? I faintly heard the Supreme Pontiff's voice!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo knew Ghost Douluo too well; he was clearly not normal right now.

"You'd better not mention just now!"

Ghost Douluo's heart trembled, his eyes carrying a rare warning.

He didn't dare to think further.

The relationship between the Supreme Pontiff and the Saint.

Perhaps, that soft sound just now was an illusion.

Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo also realized something was wrong.

Recalling the cave just now,

the volume seemed a bit abnormal.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils suddenly widened.

Oh my god!

They seemed to have discovered something incredible.

This... this...

Chrysanthemum Douluo didn't even dare to imagine.

That high and mighty, cold Supreme Pontiff would actually make a trembling sound!

And the Supreme Pontiff was with the Saint?

Chrysanthemum Douluo thought about how the Supreme Pontiff's attitude toward the Saint in recent years seemed abnormal.

"What are you thinking? You'd better stop those thoughts."

"Old Ghost, just now... the Supreme Pontiff shouldn't have noticed us, right?"