Night of the Pope's Assassination

"Eldest Young Master!"

Two streaks of light descended from the sky and landed beside Qian Renhan. They were Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo.

Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo stood to Qian Renhan's left and right, facing Bibi Dong directly as they respectfully said, "Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope."

After saying that, Snake Lance and Pufferfish fell silent. Bibi Dong naturally understood that the two were likely sent by Qian Daoliu to protect Qian Renhan. Sensing their immense auras, her expression turned exceedingly ugly.

Bibi Dong clenched the hand that was not holding Hu Liena's into a tight fist. Strength, strength... If she had possessed strength, how could she have suffered in Qian Xunji's secret room? If she had eloped with Yu Xiaogang and lived happily ever after, who would have dared stop her? If she had possessed strength, how could she have been unable to seek justice even when her disciple was humiliated?

"You're not welcome here. Leave." After coldly speaking those final words, Qian Renhan turned around and resumed cultivating cross-legged.

Looking at that cold, white-haired back, the maternal affection that had surfaced in Bibi Dong's heart when Qian Renhan awakened the Fallen Angel Martial Soul completely shattered. She did not like Qian Renhan—not in the slightest. Qian Renhan treated the feelings of her, his mother by blood, her Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, as well as her precious disciple, the only things she treasured, as worthless trash. And he treated her, his mother by blood, the same way!

Since that was the case, from this day onward, Bibi Dong would no longer consider Qian Renhan her son. Like Qian Renxue, he was merely a damned bastard. Hu Liena was her only family.

"Nana, let's go." Bibi Dong's voice was cold to the extreme as she took Hu Liena's hand and left Sword Peak.

After Bibi Dong left, Snake Lance and Pufferfish turned to look at Qian Renhan, who had already entered meditation and was cultivating Soul Power. Exchanging glances, both were astonished. They had heard his earlier words about throwing Hu Liena to the soul beasts. Their young master was truly cold to the extreme, completely indifferent to his own mother's feelings.

After closing the doors, Bibi Dong stood alone within the Papal Palace shrouded in darkness. Her eyes brimmed with killing intent. "Strength, strength... Qian Xunji, I will use you as nourishment to break through to Title Douluo and open the gates to the Rakshasa God's trial!"

Three months had passed since Qian Xunji returned to Spirit Hall to recover from the grievous injuries Tang Hao had inflicted on him. His complexion had mostly recovered, and he could already wield strength at around Rank 91. The two Title Douluo who had guarded him at all times had also returned to the Elder Hall to cultivate.

In the Medicine Hall, Bibi Dong was brewing medicine as usual. However, unlike before, her beautiful eyes were exceedingly cold. A tiny purple spider rested on her right hand, radiating a purple-black glow.

This spider was Bibi Dong's first Martial Soul, the Death Spider Emperor, with eight Spirit Rings circling around it. The Death Spider Emperor opened its mouth, dripping drops of venom into the medicine, where they dispersed evenly.

When it came to spider venom, the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor's poison was actually stronger than the Death Spider Emperor's. However, Bibi Dong's Death Spider Emperor had absorbed eight Spirit Rings, strengthening its poison until it surpassed the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor's venom.

"Death Spider Emperor venom is colorless and odorless. The two Title Douluo guarding him have left. Qian Xunji, tonight will be the night you die!"

After dinner, Bibi Dong carried a basket into Qian Xunji's room as usual. Taking out the medicine, she softly said, "Teacher, it's time to take your medicine."

Qian Xunji replied just as gently, "Dong'er, didn't I say my injuries had basically healed and that I didn't need medicine anymore?"

"They've only basically healed, not completely healed. Drink it quickly. It won't taste good once it gets cold." Bibi Dong handed him the medicine.

"Alright, alright, Teacher will drink it." Qian Xunji accepted the medicine without the slightest suspicion and drank it down.

As she watched Qian Xunji's Adam's apple bob continuously, a flash of killing intent silently passed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

Yet Bibi Dong did not know that the Death Spider Emperor poison entering Qian Xunji's stomach and about to spread was enveloped by strands of purple Soul Power, then transformed into ordinary water.

Angel Soul Power was golden, so this purple Soul Power naturally could not be Angel Soul Power. It came from a medicinal herb: Aromatic Silk Beauty.

After being consumed, Aromatic Silk Beauty had no effect in increasing Soul Power or Strengthening the Foundation and Cultivating Yuan. It had only one function: detoxification. No poison in the world could have any effect before it.

This was the second trump card Qian Renhan had placed. He had Qian Xunji consume Aromatic Silk Beauty. If Qian Daoliu did not intervene, then Qian Xunji would have to face Bibi Dong's issue himself—either choose to simp himself to death, willingly letting Bibi Dong devour him in hopes of earning her forgiveness, or personally suppress Bibi Dong.

Qian Renhan believed that with his meager strength, he had already done everything he should and given every warning he could. After all, family shame should not be made public. In the original story, Qian Daoliu had also concealed the truth behind Qian Xunji's death himself. If Qian Xunji was willing to degrade himself and die as a simp, then let him die.

"The medicine Dong'er brews is as delicious as ever." Qian Xunji drained it without leaving a drop, smiling as he handed the bowl back to Bibi Dong. Then he reached out to stroke her cheek. He believed that after Bibi Dong had treated him so gently and considerately for the past three months, the two of them should be able to grow closer.

Bibi Dong suppressed the urge to vomit as she took the bowl. Seeing Qian Xunji's outstretched hand, she hurriedly retreated a step in fright, killing intent instinctively surfacing in her eyes.

"Dong'er." Qian Xunji's expression dimmed slightly.

Bibi Dong came to her senses and feigned shyness. "I'm sorry, Teacher. I'm sorry, I... I'm not ready yet."

Hearing this, Qian Xunji sighed in relief and smiled. "I understand, Dong'er. I'll wait. Later, I'll go cultivate in the secret room and strive to recover my strength soon. You've worked hard handling the Papal Palace's affairs these past three months."

"It wasn't hard, Teacher. Not at all."

Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes. A secret room, cultivation... Perfect. There is a road to heaven, yet you refuse to take it; there is no gate to hell, yet you charge right in. This is fate. You ruined me there, so you will repay everything there as well.

"Oh, right."

Qian Xunji suddenly turned around, startling Bibi Dong so badly that she hurriedly regained her composure. The bowl in her hand nearly fell to the floor.

Qian Xunji did not notice anything unusual about Bibi Dong. Apologetically, he said, "Dong'er, I'm sorry about Xiaohan. As his father, I failed to teach him properly."

Bibi Dong secretly sighed in relief and shook her head. "It's alright, Teacher. This is also my fault. I never taught him either."

Qian Xunji rubbed Bibi Dong's head and said, "Once our relationship improves and Xiaoxue and Xiaohan accept you, the four of us will put everything aside and travel for a while, properly building this family."

"Alright, Teacher. I look forward to that day." Bibi Dong said. No matter what, she had to keep Qian Xunji steady.

"You're still calling me Teacher? You already agreed that we'd be a family of four. Can't you call me something else?"

At those words, Bibi Dong felt as though her lungs were about to explode. But thinking that today would be Qian Xunji's final day, she ultimately called out, "Husband."