Soul Land—Chapter 123: Bibi Dong: Is There Such a Good Thing?
She still wasn't willing to call her more intimately. Since birth, from beginning to end, she had always addressed her by her full name.
Qian Renxue cleared her throat and slowly said, "The purpose of my trip should already be stated in the letter. Haven't you checked it?"
Bibi Dong's eyes flickered for a moment. With a slight thought, she disintegrated the letter she had read in her arms until not even dust remained, completely dissipating it into space.
She spoke indifferently, "I haven't. Anything related to you, I never inquire about, never care about, and certainly never touch. That letter was casually thrown aside when it was presented to my desk. If you have something important, just say it now."
"Heh—" Qian Renxue clenched her fist, took a deep breath, and forced a smile, "Alright, then I'll explain everything."
"Have you finished?"
Bibi Dong adjusted her posture, her slender legs slowly crossing as if lying on her side. She propped her head up in a relaxed, extremely seductive pose, gazing at Qian Renxue and the others.
After a glance at Qian Renxue, her eyes lingered on Zhu Zhuqing for a moment, then shifted to Ling Qianyao.
"Fallen soul masters have always been targets that my Spirit Hall must eliminate as soon as possible. The Spirit Hall has never ceased hunting them.
If it's just for this matter, it's not enough for the Heaven Dou Crown Prince to come in person. There's a Spirit Hall branch in Heaven Dou City; you could have discussed it there.
Did you come here just to prove their talent and your judgment? Isn't that making a mountain out of a molehill?"
"Heh," Qian Renxue retorted, "but that's normal diplomacy, isn't it? Besides, now is the time I should return every year.
Are you afraid? The so-called 'golden generation' you're so optimistic about, and that disciple—I'm afraid they can't even hold out a few moves against my Qianyao."
Your Qianyao? Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. The relationship between them was certainly not simple.
What good luck—Qian Renxue had met a handsome, talented young man. She glanced at Zhu Zhuqing beside Ling Qianyao. 'Unfortunately, this guy looks very affectionate, but he must be a heartless person. Your luck isn't that good,' Bibi Dong comforted herself inwardly.
"Your vision is good, but comparing a single talented individual to the golden generation of Spirit Hall is too naive.
If you want, I'll satisfy you. Three days from now, when Nana and the others return, I will arrange a battle for you."
Qian Renxue clenched her teeth. She truly didn't understand why Bibi Dong lavished all her maternal love and care on this disciple.
Is it because she's well-behaved and obedient? Or for some other reason?
On both sides of the hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who had been quietly observing, exchanged glances, shook their heads, and a complex look flashed in their eyes.
Yue Guan sighed softly, unconsciously twirling the golden chrysanthemum in his hand. "If His Majesty hadn't done that, maybe everything would be different. It's hard for Xiaoxue."
"Huh?" The chrysanthemum in Yue Guan's hand suddenly trembled, and his eyes flickered as he looked at Zhu Zhuqing. "This girl also took the immortal herb.
After so long, my Martial Soul can sense this feeling of submission. The quality of the immortal herb she took should be better than the chrysanthemum. Could it be that one?!" He decided to ask later.
Qian Renxue snorted coldly. "I hope you won't be too shocked when the time comes. After all, your vision has always been poor—you'll regret it."
Poor vision? Regret? Bibi Dong's eyes shone with a strange light when she heard this. A red glow flashed in her pupils, and her aura suddenly changed. She appeared beside Qian Renxue in an instant, her momentum surging wildly. The surrounding soul power rippled intensely, forming a formidable pressure.
"Don't be too arrogant."
A hint of scarlet appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes. She clenched the Pope's scepter even tighter as if trying to suppress something.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's expressions changed simultaneously. Seeing that Bibi Dong did not further attack, they both exhaled in relief, though secretly began to gather their soul power.
"Your Majesty the Pope, the young miss and the others have no ill intentions. Please," they pleaded.
Under this pressure, Ling Qianyao and the others felt as if a heavy stone pressed down on their chests, making breathing difficult.
Their Martial Souls emerged involuntarily: the Six-Winged Holy Angel, Hell Star Cat, Star-Breaking Sword, and the gorgeous Soul Rings appeared one after another in the Pope's Palace.
Yellow, purple, purple, black!
Ling Qianyao's remarkable Soul Ring configuration startled everyone, including Bibi Dong.
Her eyes flickered with surprise. She thought that although Ling Qianyao had some skills, his Soul Ring configuration was ordinary. She didn't expect it to be so astonishing—yellow, purple, purple, and black.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan couldn't help but let out a low cry:
"Ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring?!"
Ling Qianyao frowned. The hint of evil thought in Bibi Dong's eyes as she looked at him did not escape his Illusion Breaking Eye.
His Illusion-Breaking Eye could see through souls and martial souls. After visualizing the four constellations, the purification power of the Star-Breaking Sword, amplified by the Azure Dragon Constellation, was not only effective against toxins but also against all evil forces.
Poison, dark attribute attacks, negative mental interference, violent energy—his Star-Breaking Sword could purify them like the sun melting snow.
At this moment, in Ling Qianyao's eyes, Bibi Dong's majestic and noble appearance was surging with a dark tide of evil thoughts.
In her pupils, scarlet and purple-black intertwined like a disturbed abyss. Her soul, which should have been pure white, was now infected with violent, frenzied blood.
Her soul was impure, and her mental strength chaotic.
"Second Spirit Skill, Four Symbols and Constellations Transformation!"
A massive green dragon phantom suddenly appeared, swooping down toward the ground.
"You—!"
Bibi Dong's eyes widened in anger. How dare he release a Soul Skill in front of her? Did he not take her seriously?
But in the next moment, the green dragon phantom turned into thousands of stars at the moment it touched the ground. No attack power was involved—only a purifying force that swept over everyone like a gentle breeze.
It washed over Bibi Dong's soul, which had been eroded by Rakshasa's evil thoughts.
She felt a coolness rising from the depths of her soul as if the dry earth had been blessed with a gentle rain.
Her chaotic thoughts gradually calmed, and the scarlet in her eyes regained clarity.
"This?" Bibi Dong was stunned. The fluctuations of soul power and pressure on her body retracted unconsciously.
She could feel that the evil thoughts of Rakshasa God, which had tormented and corrupted her, were temporarily suppressed.
Although it was only a momentary relief, she had not felt this refreshing in many years!
"Bibi Dong! What are you doing?!" Qian Renxue shouted in anger.
Coming to her senses, Bibi Dong ignored Qian Renxue's shout and immediately fixed her gaze on Ling Qianyao. The desire and possessiveness in her eyes surged like a tidal wave—yet she quickly concealed it.
'It works.' She thought, 'My dear sister, I should thank you for personally bringing him here. In this world, there is such a good thing.'
(End of this chapter)