In a secret chamber of the Spirit Hall, a woman was cultivating. She had a beautiful appearance, fair skin, and a tall, graceful figure — but her entire body was shrouded in a sinister green aura, and her otherwise flawless face had a somewhat terrifying look to it.
After a while, once she had finished her cultivation, she slowly opened her eyes, exhaled lightly, and said,
"Finally digested… The first trial of the Rakshasa God is complete as well. With one more spirit ring, I can break through to Title Douluo."
"Qian Daoliu, do you think I would be grateful to you for letting me go? You're wrong! When that bastard imprisoned me and I gave birth to Xiaoxue, you ignored it. Your fate is already sealed. I will kill you sooner or later — and then destroy the very foundation of your Angel Clan."
The speaker was Bibi Dong, the current Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. Her eyes were blood-red, like a ghost crawling out of the depths of hell, her tone brimming with an endless killing intent.
After she left the secret chamber, her face was calm, as though nothing had happened. She called over a cardinal to inquire about recent events.
"Reporting to Your Holiness, the High Priest failed to hunt down Tang Hao, and the Clear Sky School has gone into hiding. The High Priest also brought back a child, who appears to belong to Tang Hao."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong sneered inwardly.
A Tang Hao who had only just broken through to Title Douluo… and you still couldn't kill him with a Demi-God? Is Tang Hao truly defying the heavens, or did you let him go on purpose?
Still… Tang Hao's child was interesting.
Meanwhile, in another room, a baby stared blankly at the ceiling, crying when hungry, falling asleep after drinking milk.
Not long after, a woman dressed in a luxurious black robe embroidered with gold patterns, wearing a golden crown inlaid with purple and curved into nine arcs, walked toward the Pope's Palace. This was Bibi Dong, newly ascended to the papal throne — yet her mood was clearly poor.
Damn it… Qian Daoliu is truly insufferable. The Popes of all generations could mobilize all elders except the Worship Hall, yet now only two Title Douluos were here — Ghost and Chrysanthemum. Even if she wanted to borrow someone to obtain her ninth spirit ring, it would be impossible.
At that moment, Bibi Dong suddenly heard the sound of a baby crying. She looked toward the neighboring room, opened the door, and stepped inside.
There, she saw a baby crying loudly.
A baby? Could this be Tang Hao's son?
Soon after, a woman smelling faintly of milk entered — the wet nurse caring for the child. Upon seeing Bibi Dong, she immediately knelt in respect.
"Greetings, Your Holiness."
"Rise."
"Thank you, Your Holiness."
"I ask you, was this baby brought back by the High Priest?"
"Reporting to Your Holiness, I do not know about that. I was merely ordered to nurse the child."
Bibi Dong nodded. "Do what you should."
Watching the wet nurse carefully feed the baby, Bibi Dong's eyes dimmed, her expression complex. After a moment's silent observation, she left.
That night, after finishing her affairs, she once again passed by the room — and hesitated before entering.
By now, Bibi Dong had confirmed the child's identity. This was indeed Tang Hao's son.
The baby still stared blankly at the ceiling, while in her mind, Bibi Dong wondered what would become of him — raised by Spirit Hall to become a mere killing tool, or executed if he resisted.
Although Tang Hao had abandoned him, Bibi Dong did not hate Tang Hao for it. She knew well that Tang Hao had not done so willingly.
She heard footsteps, and the baby's dull eyes met hers.
Something stirred in Bibi Dong's heart. The baby's expression reminded her of herself. His mother dead, his father gone — no parents at all. The teacher he trusted most was a beast.
Without thinking about why the baby looked at her that way, she walked closer and gently caressed his face.
The baby already knew who she was, thanks to the wet nurse's words that morning. Feeling her touch, he smiled at her — for in his mind, Bibi Dong was a benefactor who might one day help him avenge his mother's death.
Even though she was the Pope of Spirit Hall, she was far kinder than the family he hated. The killers of his mother had all been slain, save for one gravely injured Title Douluo.
If even ordinary people could make a baby smile at them, how could a benefactor not?
That smile… changed the place this child held in Bibi Dong's heart.
At present, Bibi Dong had no disciples, no friends, and her own daughter was absent. Her heart was filled only with hatred. The smile was like a ray of sunlight warming the ice that had nearly frozen her completely.
For the first time since leaving the secret chamber, Bibi Dong smiled — a smile that seemed to brighten the whole room.
She played with him for a while, then coaxed him to sleep.
He was still small, with little energy. Though her technique was clumsy, he fell asleep. Before leaving, she looked at the sleeping baby, her face softened with a mother's gentleness.
"So cute… every baby is so cute."
Then her tone changed.
"Xue'er, for you to gain my approval, you must abandon your arrogance and serve — but I truly don't know how to face you."
Bibi Dong's expression turned pained. She lowered her head, a tear falling, then looked at the baby one last time before leaving.
From then on, Bibi Dong often visited to play with him. A few months later, once he was weaned, she took him into her own chambers, gave him toys, and fed him herself.
"Little one, have you been good? I brought you new toys."
Her face now often bore a smile, bright and warm.
"I can't keep calling you 'little one.' I need to give you a name. Tang… no, why would I give you the Tang surname? You're raised by me — you should take my name. Xuehua? Bingxue? Hanxue? Hmm…"
She chuckled softly.
"From today on, I'll call you Bibi Han. Han'er. Xiao Han. How's that?"
The baby smiled, seemingly approving of the name. As for the surname Tang, he had long forgotten it.
Two words came from his mouth:
"Mom."
Bibi Dong's whole body trembled. She lifted him in both hands, her voice trembling with longing:
"Say it again."
The baby didn't hesitate. The woman who raised him should be called:
"Mom."
"Good… good! I have a child now. I'm not alone anymore!"
From that day forward, the baby named Bibi Han grew up under Bibi Dong's care — taught to read and write by her, and accompanied through his childhood.