Bibi Dong, Oscar-Winning Actress

On Sword Peak, a Soul Saint hurried up and dropped to one knee. "Eldest Young Master!"

"What is it?" Qian Renhan opened his eyes and asked calmly.

The Cardinal said in a trembling voice, "His Holiness the Pope returned severely wounded after attempting to capture a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Elder Yuxiao died in battle, while Elder Vajra is still receiving emergency treatment. Most of the Papal Palace Soul Masters who went on the mission also perished. It is said that Tang Hao successfully broke through to become a Title Douluo and possesses a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring. Tang Hao did all of this."

"I understand. You may leave."

Qian Renhan waved a hand, his expression remaining utterly calm. He had long expected this outcome. As long as Qian Xunji had not changed his fighting style and insisted on confronting Tang Hao head-on, even if his cultivation had reached the peak of Rank 95—let alone Rank 96—the result would most likely have been the same. Back then, Qian Renhan had even descended Sword Peak and urged Qian Xunji to bring another Title Douluo along. Yet Qian Xunji had confidently said that Tang Hao was merely a Soul Douluo, and sending three Title Douluo to deal with him was like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken. He had told Qian Renhan to wait at home for good news and see what a transformed hundred-thousand-year soul beast looked like. In the end, he got hammered into an idiot.

At the Papal Palace, Qian Xunji lay on a hospital bed, his face pale and his chest sunken in. Spirit Hall's most skilled Healing Soul Master stood beside the bed, continuously casting healing soul skills on him.

Qian Renxue stood nearby, tears welling in her eyes, her face full of worry.

As for Qian Daoliu, perhaps he found it too embarrassing that Qian Xunji had lost a three-on-one fight and could not be bothered to visit him. Still, the two Title Douluo standing guard outside the ward showed that Qian Daoliu was concerned.

After a round of treatment ended, Qian Renxue knelt by Qian Xunji's bed and sobbed, "Dad."

Qian Xunji rubbed Qian Renxue's head and forced a smile. "Don't worry, Xiaoxue. Dad's injuries will heal in a few months at most."

"Xiaoxue, don't disturb the Old Man while he recovers. He needs rest right now."

At that moment, Qian Renhan entered after completely concealing his aura, silently looking at Qian Xunji on the bed.

"Brother."

"Xiaohan." Qian Xunji looked at Qian Renhan, his expression somewhat awkward. If he had listened to this son and brought along another Title Douluo, Tang Hao probably would not have escaped.

"The deed is done. Regret is useless. Instead of brooding over your failure, you should recover first. After all, you cannot have two Title Douluo elders doing nothing but guarding you and delaying their cultivation." Qian Renhan spoke indifferently, then took Qian Renxue by the wrist and headed out. "Come on, Xiaoxue. Time to cultivate."

Just as the two were about to step out, a graceful purple figure entered. It was Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong clearly had not expected to run into them upon entering and froze for a moment. However, when she saw Qian Renxue, undisguised disgust surfaced in her beautiful eyes.

At the sight of Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue's entire body tensed. Ever since that slap, she had avoided Bibi Dong for three years and never met her again. Perhaps due to the suppression of bloodline and her young age, she still did not dare mock Bibi Dong for her false kindness in coming to show concern for Qian Xunji.

Qian Renhan merely raised his eyes and glanced at Bibi Dong before pulling Qian Renxue away. In the original story, the Pope would die in three months. That meant this was Bibi Dong's chance to show concern and win trust. After all, with two Title Douluo stationed outside the door around the clock, she would have no opportunity to make a move even if she wanted to.

Bibi Dong felt a complicated mix of emotions at the siblings' attitude, unable to tell whether she was angry or pleased.

Watching the siblings' retreating backs, Bibi Dong stepped into Qian Xunji's ward.

"Teacher, Teacher, are you all right?" Looking at Qian Xunji's pale face, weak aura, and sunken chest, Bibi Dong felt indescribable joy and killing intent surge from the depths of her heart. Qian Xunji is badly injured. Qian Xunji is badly injured. Nine years, nine years... she had finally waited for this day. Kill Qian Xunji, devour Qian Xunji's soul, and complete both the Rakshasa God's trial and her revenge.

"Dong'er."

Qian Xunji, who had been asleep, opened his eyes again and apologized, "Dong'er, I'm sorry. Your teacher failed to capture that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and bring it back for your Spirit Ring."

"Teacher, it's all right. Your health is what matters most. Dong'er knows about all the compensation you have given her." Bibi Dong gazed at him tenderly, suppressing her nausea as she took the initiative to grasp one of Qian Xunji's hands.

Hearing this, Qian Xunji stared at Bibi Dong's worried face and froze inwardly. Had he... had he successfully moved Bibi Dong?

Before Qian Xunji could think further, Bibi Dong gently tucked the blanket around him. "Teacher, get some proper rest. Dong'er will come see you again later."

Over the following days, Bibi Dong came every day to care for Qian Xunji. She also brought medicinal soup she had prepared to help him recover. She was like an attentive and considerate wife, her attitude having undergone a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree change. Even her attitude toward Qian Renxue improved somewhat.

Her actions left the two Title Douluo guards at the door baffled. Could it be that if a simp persisted to the end, he would eventually have everything?

Her flawless performance even made Qian Daoliu of the Worship Hall begin to think that Bibi Dong had truly put aside her grievances and was gradually accepting Qian Xunji. A gratified smile appeared on his lips.

As for Qian Renxue, there was no need to mention her. When it came to emotions, she was the easiest to deceive.

However, upon learning the news atop Sword Peak, Qian Renhan could not help but smile. Bibi Dong's acting was truly impressive. No wonder she had managed to kill Qian Xunji in the original story. While Title Douluo were protecting Qian Xunji, she acted like a virtuous wife and brought genuinely restorative medicinal soup. Once Qian Xunji's injuries improved and he no longer needed Title Douluo protection, Bibi Dong would bare her fangs. And that restorative medicinal soup would become deadly poison.

No wonder Qian Renxue had coldly mocked Bibi Dong after the undercover mission in the Heaven Dou Empire failed: He is already dead, and you got what you wanted. It all traced back to this.

Qian Renxue believed that Bibi Dong had treated her slightly better only for the position of Pope. She had turned herself into a virtuous wife, waiting for Qian Xunji to die so she could succeed him as Pope, then reveal her true face again.

She truly was a spider. If she did not move, she was harmless; once she moved, she killed.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed. Carrying a basket that gave off the scent of medicine, Bibi Dong arrived at Qian Xunji's ward on schedule with the medicinal soup prepared.

"Saintess."

The two Title Douluo spoke respectfully. In their eyes, after Bibi Dong's behavior these past few days, she was eighty percent likely to become the Pope's wife in the future. They could not help but respect her.

"You two elders have worked hard. Please inspect it as usual." Bibi Dong lifted the basket, voluntarily allowing the two Title Douluo to inspect whether there was anything wrong with the medicinal soup.

"There's no need, Saintess." The two Title Douluo waved their hands. Bibi Dong's attentiveness toward Qian Xunji over the past few days had raised their trust in her to eighty percent.

Bibi Dong said solemnly, "Please inspect it anyway, Elders. We absolutely cannot be careless when it comes to Teacher's safety."

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