Bibi Dong's Sorrow

In midair, the rocks covering his body shattered and scattered everywhere, and his chest caved in!

Having landed his blow, Lu Leng did not pause. Zhan Luo's blade flashed again, stabbing viciously toward Yan's head!

"Stop!"

"Screech!"

Hu Liena appeared in a flash before Lu Leng.

But when she saw the Zhan Luo Blade embedded in the ground, its edge pressed against Yan's scalp, she let out a deep breath of relief.

Pulling the Zhan Luo Blade from the earth, where more than half its length had sunk in, Lu Leng did not even spare the two of them a glance as he said coldly, "I showed mercy this time. Next time, you won't be so lucky."

With that, he turned and left.

Hu Liena helped Yan to his feet. As the two watched Lu Leng's retreating back, their eyes were filled with deep fear.

"Thousand-Year Soul Ring!!"

Yan struggled to utter those four words before fainting beneath the shadow of death.

The next day, Lu Leng arrived at the training grounds.

"You injured Yan?" Bibi Dong asked. She had received word immediately after the incident the previous night.

"Mm."

"Don't strike so heavily next time. This time, you damaged his foundation. He'll need a long time to recover."

"You're not blaming me, Teacher?" Lu Leng asked in surprise. He had thought Bibi Dong would punish him.

"Punish you?" Bibi Dong was surprised instead. "Rather than waste time on that, you'd be better off raising your Soul Power by another level."

"..."

Hearing that, Lu Leng understood. Bibi Dong was the type to fiercely protect her own.

Well, she was beautiful and protective of her own. Having Bibi Dong as his teacher was quite fortunate.

After asking a few simple questions about Lu Leng's condition over the past few days, Bibi Dong began today's lesson. Her teaching method was simple: Lu Leng would attack her, and she would identify his weaknesses during their sparring.

It was the simplest method, but also the most effective.

What Lu Leng lacked now was neither Soul Power nor soul skills, but extensive combat experience. His rapid advancement as a Soul Master meant he did not have enough time to fight, leaving him unable to comprehend the true essence of battle.

Bibi Dong had seen precisely that, and this was truly teaching according to his aptitude! "Your control over Soul Power still isn't precise enough. That move just now could have been even more powerful!"

"You're hesitating and looking back and forth. Your momentum is lacking. Your mind is too unsettled!"

"This attack was fairly powerful, but it still fell short. Combat isn't about blindly charging ahead. You need to balance strength and technique, which can save you a great deal of Soul Power!"

"..."

And so, Lu Leng grew at an astonishing pace through real combat.

A month later, Lu Leng had fully familiarized himself with his own Soul Power and gained a deeper understanding of his soul skill—Drawing Sword Slash.

With his current combat strength, if he faced Yan again, he could attack and withdraw at will. He would not lose control as he had before and end up leaving Yan still wearing diapers even now.

"Alright, we'll stop here for today." Lu Leng had just exhausted all his Soul Power when Bibi Dong took the chance to say so.

Lu Leng glanced at the time. "Isn't it still early?"

"I have something to do today. We'll stop here." With that, Bibi Dong left directly.

Lu Leng stood where he was, watching Bibi Dong's departing figure with a strange feeling. "Teacher's expression isn't quite right. She seems to have something on her mind. She was distracted during our sparring today too. Could something major have happened?"

But after thinking it over, there did not seem to be anything significant happening around this time.

Lu Leng stared thoughtfully at Bibi Dong's figure, only to discover that she was not heading toward the Spirit Hall Grand Hall, but walking somewhere else.

"Strange. Something must be wrong if things are this unusual. Should I follow her and take a look?" No sooner had the thought occurred to him than he acted on it, immediately following her in secret.

After following her all the way, he found Bibi Dong climbing a mountain with a pavilion at its peak. Once she reached the pavilion, she stopped, gazing into the distance with an especially lonely expression.

"What is she doing? I've never seen Bibi Dong like this before." Lu Leng stood hidden in the shadows, unable to understand, so he decided to keep watching.

Night soon fell, yet Bibi Dong remained as motionless as a statue, her gaze fixed on the distance. Only the loneliness around her seemed to deepen.

Lu Leng yawned. He was getting sleepy from waiting. Seeing that Bibi Dong still had not moved, he found it truly boring and prepared to leave.

But just then, he heard a pair of passing maidservants whispering nearby. "Xiao Qian, which hotel did you arrange for tonight?"

"What hotel? Everywhere is fully booked today because it's Qixi Festival."

"Then what are you going to do? You've secretly loved him for so long. With such a perfect opportunity today, aren't you going to win him over?"

"Don't worry, I prepared in advance..."

"Tell me about it..."

Their voices gradually faded until Lu Leng could no longer hear them.

But from that alone, together with Bibi Dong's unusual behavior, Lu Leng roughly guessed the reason. "No wonder the moon is so round today. It's Qixi Festival. Looks like Bibi Dong is thinking about that scumbag Yu Xiaogang."

Lu Leng was filled with indignation. Whenever he thought of Yu Xiaogang's scumbag behavior, anger burned within him. That damned scumbag was ungrateful and heartless, despite Bibi Dong treating him so well. Even before her death, she had still loved Yu Xiaogang.

Hmph, Yu Xiaogang was indirectly responsible for Bibi Dong ending up like that!

No, in this life, he had to protect Bibi Dong properly.

Of course, there was another meaning behind that protection.

Although Lu Leng was only six years old, his mental age was already in his late twenties. At that age, a man's preference in choosing a partner was shifting from youthful beautiful girls to mature, alluring women.

And although Bibi Dong was now in her forties, both her figure and appearance were at their peak. She surpassed even those youthful beauties, while possessing an added mature, seductive charm.

Thus, from the very first glance, Bibi Dong had deeply attracted Lu Leng.

And after these past few months of contact, the seeds of love had quietly taken root in Lu Leng's heart.

"Bibi Dong has a resilient personality, and she still loved Yu Xiaogang even at death. If I want to change her feelings, I can't rush it. I can only wear them away slowly over time. In the end, I'll make Bibi Dong realize that I'm someone she can't live without!"

With that thought, Lu Leng made his decision on the spot.

Thus, he turned back, prepared a few things, and quickly returned.

"Teacher, help me! I can't go on, I'm exhausted to death!" Lu Leng wailed from afar.

Bibi Dong's thoughts were interrupted, and a trace of anger flashed between her brows.

But when she turned, she saw Lu Leng wearing an exaggerated look of pain. He held a large copper pot in both hands, piled high like a small mountain with vegetables and meat. Two jade bowls were balanced atop his head, a string of chilies hung around his neck, garlic was wrapped around his waist, and several potatoes were even tied to his feet.