Bibi Dong's New Target, Qian Renxue the Little Woman

After fleeing Spirit City, Bibi Dong had continued escaping northward across the continent. Due to her severe injuries, the Rakshasa Divine Sense's possession was gradually weakening, and it could no longer sustain long periods of flight.

"Bibi Dong... This god cannot help you for much longer. Complete your Rakshasa First Trial as soon as possible and open the Rakshasa Secret Realm!"

As the divine sense's possession weakened, Bibi Dong gradually regained consciousness. Looking at her mangled back and her left arm, severed at the root, her eyes brimmed with unwillingness.

"But... all three generations of the Qian Family are there. How am I supposed to make a move...?"

The Rakshasa God fell silent for a moment before continuing to send its voice into her mind. "Actually, this god has another candidate."

"Who?!"

"Do you remember that silver-haired, red-eyed boy from back then?"

Bibi Dong froze slightly. "That bastard's playmate? But he doesn't have an Angel Martial Soul..."

"Hehehe... Although he does not possess an Angel Martial Soul, his first Martial Soul is filled with sacred angelic aura. In other words, it is like another manifested form of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul." The Rakshasa God's strange laughter echoed through Bibi Dong's mind.

"So that's how it is... Then why didn't you let me kill him back then?!" Bibi Dong suddenly understood and asked again.

This time, the Rakshasa God's voice was noticeably lacking in confidence. "A Transcendent God-tier Martial Soul... His second Martial Soul is no simple matter. Even I do not know which god bestowed it upon him, but it could never have been that woman Qian Luoxia!"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong curled her lips into a strange smile, seemingly not taking in the latter half of the Rakshasa God's words. "Rakshasa God, then can you sense his location?"

"...Bibi Dong, are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Bibi Dong was very confident.

Even though her Soul Power had plummeted, she was still a seven-ring Spirit Saint. That little brat Qian Yuxi had only been level sixteen three years ago. What could he possibly be now? At most, a Soul Elder, right?

Even with one arm missing, I, Bibi Dong, am still a peak seven-ring Spirit Saint with Twin Martial Souls. Could I really fail to take down a three-ring little brat? Impossible!

"Very well... Bibi Dong, but once this strand of my divine sense helps you scan for him, I will no longer be able to help you fight. Subduing that little brat will be entirely up to you."

This was the Rakshasa God's final warning.

"Don't worry." A cruel, bloodthirsty expression appeared on Bibi Dong's face.

The Rakshasa God's divine sense slowly dispersed, or rather, flowed into Bibi Dong's head, amplifying her perception and marking the trail of light aura.

The Rakshasa Divine Sense could no longer support flight, so Bibi Dong spread her Six-Winged Violet Light Wings and continued flying along the aura.

The speed of a peak seven-ring Spirit Saint was at least several times faster than a carriage.

Following the Rakshasa Divine Sense's guidance, Bibi Dong locked onto a direction and raced forward. Her Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul activated, and eight spider legs crazily clawed at the ground, causing her speed to abruptly multiply severalfold.

"It's this direction. Maintain this speed, and you should find him in about five hours!!"

The Rakshasa God sent the message into Bibi Dong's mind.

Bibi Dong did not stop moving and continued running toward her target. Before she knew it, she had already ventured deep into the forest, yet no soul beast dared block her path.

The scene returned to Spirit Hall. A Temple Guardian Knight arrived outside the Pope's Palace and knocked on the door. "His Holiness the Pope, a letter has arrived from Death Camp."

Whoosh...

A gust of wind swept past, and the letter in the Temple Guardian Knight's hand drifted through the gap in the door. A dignified voice sounded in his mind. "You've worked hard. You may leave."

"Yes." The Temple Guardian Knight respectfully bowed toward the doors before returning to his post.

Inside the grand hall, Qian Daoliu picked up the envelope and looked it over. The words "For Sister Xue" on it were particularly conspicuous.

"That boy..." Old Master Qian, the acting Pope, shook his head with a soft chuckle. Still respecting his granddaughter and god-grandson, he did not open it to inspect it. Instead, he calmly called out, "Someone, personally deliver this to the current Saintess!"

"Yes."

Within the Worship Hall, beneath the Angel God Statue, Qian Renxue was diligently cultivating, striving to break through to the peak of Soul Ancestor. There was less childishness on her little face now and more maturity.

Knock, knock...

The doors of the Worship Hall were knocked upon. Spirit Hall's true Saintess slowly opened her eyes and stopped cultivating. "Come in."

The hall doors were pushed open. Ghost Douluo, Ghost, entered with the letter held in both hands and said in a respectful low voice, "Saintess, this is what the ac... acting Pope asked me to deliver to you."

After taking it and seeing those five conspicuous black characters, a hint of change appeared on Qian Renxue's usually impassive face. She revealed the smile of a young girl. "All right. Thank you for your trouble, Elder."

Ghost held the letter in both hands and handed it to Qian Renxue before withdrawing them. He slowly backed away to the doorway, then gently closed the hall doors again.

Qian Renxue impatiently opened the envelope with her jade-like fingers, took out the letter inside, and slowly unfolded it. The first thing she saw was familiar handwriting—slender yet measured, dignified in form. It had to be said that Qian Yuxi wrote beautifully despite his young age.

Starting from the top, the first thing she saw was the opening line: —To the most beautiful, cutest, gentlest, kindest Sister Xue in the whole world!

The Angel Saintess could not help blushing as she spat softly, "This little brat... always so smooth-tongued."

She continued reading.

Your Little Xi has already been in Death City for four days. Haha, I'm still as invincible as ever—no one can beat me! I've even developed some excellent cooking skills. Hehe, when I return, I'll definitely show you, Grandpa, Master, and the others what I can do. In this damned place, my longing for home and for Sister is truly overflowing. When will we meet again?

"Hmph, that stinky little brother is still so narcissistic. Cooking skills? I've only ever eaten candy that you bought." Qian Renxue gave a soft snort and muttered, "Where exactly did that stinky little brother learn all this? When he comes back, I'll have to interrogate him properly!"

Though she complained about Qian Yuxi, tears welled up in the Saintess's noble blue eyes.

Little Yu Xi was one of only three people in this world who still cared about her. He had gone alone to such a dangerous place and still remembered her. Of course, she was happy.

For an Angel who had come into the world from darkness yet yearned desperately for light, Qian Renxue treasured every person who truly loved her.

Like a guilty thief, she looked around. Only after realizing that she was alone in the room did Qian Renxue let out a sigh of relief. She then steadied herself and continued reading.

In the end, all these countless words can only become one sentence for you...

ich liebe dich

That final sentence left Qian Renxue completely baffled. What kind of words were these? They did not resemble Douluo script at all...

Still... seeing all those sweet words from that stinky little brother above, Her Royal Highness, the Saintess, did not think too much about it.

"Forget it. Although I don't know why I've been able to hear Little Xi's inner thoughts ever since he awakened his Martial Soul, it really is quite useful. When he returns, I refuse to believe I won't be able to get the truth out of him!"

Qian Renxue clenched her little fist, looking like a smug young girl certain of victory.

Savoring Qian Yuxi's sincere feelings between the lines, word by word, the smile on Qian Renxue's face had not faded since she began reading the letter. The heartache and annoyance from dealing with her parents' affairs that morning had all vanished without a trace.

In their place was a soft, tingling sensation, as though she had just received a massage. Her body felt light and weightless, while her heart was as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

After finishing it, she could not help reading it again from the beginning. The corners of her lips never lowered from her pretty face. In the end, she pressed the envelope against her already somewhat developed chest with both hands, leaned back as if all strength had left her body, and collapsed onto the golden floor. Her blue eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, and from time to time, she even let out a soft laugh.

At this moment, the Angel's Saintess still did not understand that she seemed to have been... completely wrapped around that stinky little brother's finger.