Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning
Chapter 105: Bibi Dong’s Little Trick

A subtle, unreadable glint flickered through Bibi Dong’s eyes.

So soon...

That person had already come looking for her?

She turned and asked her attendant, “How many people came? Where are they?”

“Only one person, Your Holiness. He’s currently waiting outside the Hall of the Pope, awaiting your summons. Shall I let him in?”

“Bring him in,” Bibi Dong ordered with a wave of her hand and a firm tone.

The attendant bowed respectfully, then quickly turned and walked out of the grand hall.

As she watched the figure depart, Bibi Dong’s thoughts surged.

That man… Can the power backing him truly be trusted?

Was she making the right choice?

A storm of conflicting emotions churned within her. On one side stood Lin Fan, with his immense power and mysterious background.

On the other, her own burning desire to grow stronger—an ambition she'd nurtured for years.

These opposing forces twisted together in her heart, pulling her into torment.

Before she could dwell on it further, a series of crisp, echoing footsteps sounded through the great hall, each step striking the marble like a heavy drumbeat—resonating deep in her chest.

Leaning diagonally on the throne, her slender arm supporting her head, Bibi Dong gazed idly toward the entrance.

Just one look—and her eyes suddenly widened.

That figure...

Had the influence behind him extended this far already?

Even he had joined this organization?

Bibi Dong scrutinized the approaching figure and coldly asked, “Why is it you?”

A soft chuckle responded, “Why wouldn’t it be me, Your Holiness?”

The footsteps stopped.

A handsome, golden-haired youth stood below the throne, gazing up at her with an amused smile. There was no fear in his eyes.

Bibi Dong’s brows furrowed. Her gaze sharpened. “You’re not Dai Weisi. Who are you really?”

The golden-haired youth brushed his long hair over his shoulder and chuckled. “Who else could I be, if not Dai Weisi? I am Dai Weisi, Your Holiness.”

“Hmph! Do you take Spirit Hall’s guards for fools? You think they wouldn't recognize the Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire?”

Hearing this, the young man sighed and shook his head. “So boring. I didn’t expect to be seen through so quickly.”

Rippp—

A ripple spread across the youth’s face like a wave. His facial features twisted and writhed, as though thousands of tiny creatures were crawling beneath the skin.

The undulating motion gradually faded… revealing another face beneath.

Bibi Dong’s expression darkened. Her fists clenched unconsciously.

“Are you trying to test my patience?” she asked coldly.

Standing before her now was no longer the false Dai Weisi—but the unmistakable face of Yu Xiaogang!

“Yu Xiaogang” examined his disguise and nodded in satisfaction.

When he saw Bibi Dong’s expression growing increasingly grim, a faint ripple once again spread across his face.

Only then did Bibi Dong manage to calm herself, taking deep breaths to steady her emotions.

She had to admit—when she saw that face, her heart had truly skipped a beat.

Why?

It had been so many years. She had cut ties with him long ago.

So why did her reaction remain this intense?

She lowered her head, staring at her robe, her eyes filled with exhaustion, resentment, and a deep, icy resolve.

Lin Fan, standing below the throne, took in the entire scene, a calculating glint flashing in his eyes.

So even now… Yu Xiaogang still evoked such a strong response in her?

No matter what, Lin Fan didn’t believe it was love—not true affection.

If anything, it was a twisted psychological fixation.

After suffering two devastating emotional blows, Bibi Dong had subconsciously idealized the time she spent with Yu Xiaogang—believing it to be the only period of genuine happiness in her life.

That illusion had warped into a deep-seated obsession.

If Yu Xiaogang showed even a hint of softness or sentiment, Bibi Dong would likely spiral further into that delusion.

This wasn’t love.

And correcting this kind of psychological damage… was nearly impossible.

Unless—she was remade.

Transformed into the Queen of Blades.

A gleam of hunger flashed in Lin Fan’s crimson eyes as he stared at Bibi Dong. He licked his lips ever so slightly.

Bibi Dong inhaled deeply, then looked up at Lin Fan—now back in his true form.

In a cold voice, she asked, “And this face of yours—is it real?”

Lin Fan met her gaze calmly. “Your Holiness, this is my true appearance. Why would I hide it?”

Their eyes locked, neither side backing down.

Bibi Dong snorted softly but didn’t press further. She gave him a long, meaningful look.

But this sense of being controlled, of being constantly one step behind, gnawed at her deeply.

She felt like she was being led by the nose—utterly powerless to steer the situation.

Lin Fan cut straight to the point. “Your Holiness, do you remember our agreement?”

Bibi Dong nodded. “I’ve already prepared the candidates. And your reward won’t disappoint. So… what’s your next step?”

Lin Fan tilted his head thoughtfully. “Perhaps first, you could tell me what you expect from this arrangement.”

Her eyes flickered.

After a moment of silence, she spoke. “I can provide you with three gifted Spirit Masters. They’ve already advanced in rank but haven’t obtained their soul rings yet.”

“My request is simple: since you claim your organization can provide any level of soul ring—can you grant each of them a 100,000-year soul ring?”

Lin Fan stared into her eyes for a moment, then chuckled softly.

“Of course, Your Holiness. I can assure you, our capabilities will not disappoint.”

“But naturally, I’m curious—who are these talents, and what’s the agreed compensation?”

When Lin Fan mentioned compensation, Bibi Dong finally relaxed slightly.

All transactions in this world were rooted in benefit.

If someone claimed to want nothing, then they were the most dangerous.

But since this man had his price, then he could be dealt with.

Bibi Dong thought for a moment before replying, “Rest assured. As for the reward, according to what you requested, Spirit Hall’s treasury contains three ten-thousand-year soul bones. They’ll serve as your payment. Is that acceptable?”

What she didn’t say was that these soul bones were all damaged or flawed specimens. If absorbed by a typical Spirit Master, their effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

Moreover, none of the three had especially high year levels.

But Lin Fan easily saw through her ploy.

To the Zerg, energy absorption had little concern for quality or compatibility.

Even flawed soul bones contained more than enough genetic material and energy.

He nodded. “That will do just fine. Now then—who are the ‘geniuses’ Your Holiness has selected?”

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