Return to Bibi Dong's Bedchamber

Deep night.

Two figures streaked across the sky above Martial Soul Hall at high speed, startling many guards.

By the time Chen Xing woke up again, he was already in the living quarters of a healing-type Spirit Douluo.

The old man was nearly a hundred years old, yet he still had to treat the wounded in the middle of the night.

For some reason, many juniors in Martial Soul Hall had been getting injured over the past two days.

At first, it was that boy named Yan; the old man was already very familiar with him because he often got into fights, covered himself in injuries, and then came back to him for treatment.

But two days ago, he had actually had an arm severed by someone, and his neck had nearly been snapped by a kick.

It had taken a great deal of effort, along with the help of many other healing-type spirit masters, to barely patch him up.

Then there was the Saintess of the Pope Hall, who had suddenly come to see him this afternoon, insisting that her spirit skills had failed, even though there was absolutely nothing wrong with her.

Besides, he was a healing-type spirit master, not someone who could solve every obscure ailment.

Now, another boy had been sent over with three broken ribs and two fractured sternums, though fortunately, his internal organs were fine.

After a round of treatment, Chen Xing had now regained consciousness.

Watching the confused expression on the boy's face, the old man shook his head helplessly and returned to his own room.

"Ghost Elder? Chrysanthemum Elder?"

"Where am I?"

Since he had been taken in as a disciple by Bibi Dong, Chen Xing had naturally changed his address for these two Title Douluo to the two elders.

In his dazed state, his purple eyes darted between the two of them, his face full of bewilderment.

Wasn't I kicked flying by Bibi Dong? Why are Gui Mei and Yue Guan both here? And has the recovery speed of the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone really become this fast?

Seeing the boy's blank expression and realizing he didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, Gui Mei breathed a sigh of relief.

When he had brought Chen Xing over just now, he had thought the kid was done for.

Fortunately, the healing spirit masters of Martial Soul Hall knew their stuff.

He let out a long breath and asked.

"Did you provoke the Pope?"

"How did you end up beaten like this?"

"It's a good thing your internal organs weren't damaged; the healing spirit masters of Martial Soul Hall saved you, otherwise you would have lost your life today."

So that was it. After hearing Gui Mei's explanation, Chen Xing finally understood why he had woken up so quickly.

It wasn't the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone doing the work; it was someone else entirely!

On the other side, Yue Guan leaned against the doorframe, let out a yawn, and looked at Gui Mei.

"Hurry up and send him back, I'm exhausted!"

"If we're late, we might even get punished by the Pope."

Chen Xing, still in a state of shock, immediately sat bolt upright upon hearing that they were going to send him back.

"Wait... send me back? Send me where?"

"To Bibi... er... to the Pope?"

Hearing Chen Xing's last sentence, the face hidden beneath Gui Mei's dark shadow furrowed slightly.

No wonder this kid got beaten like this; he actually dared to call the Pope by her name. This beating was well-deserved!

But for some reason, he felt a sense of affinity toward the boy and couldn't bear to see Chen Xing keep getting beaten.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't help but offer a word of warning.

"Chen Xing, the Pope's mood is sometimes unstable. You must speak less when you are by her side."

"Even if you know she is wrong about something, do not argue with her..."

"Enough, Old Ghost!"

"Why are you telling him all this? Aren't you afraid of being sold out?"

Ignoring Gui Mei's attempt to persuade him, Yue Guan directly scooped up Chen Xing's body and tucked him under his arm, walking out the door as if he were carrying an object.

"Let's go! We have to send him back sooner or later, so let's get it over with so we can go to sleep."

"I hate staying up late the most!"

"Wait... so soon?"

"Chrysanthemum Elder, what did the Pope say? Do I really have to go back right now?"

Yue Guan frowned slightly; it really was easier to carry people when they were unconscious.

Ten minutes later.

At the entrance of Bibi Dong's bedchamber.

Yue Guan still had a shred of conscience; he didn't just dump Chen Xing onto the ground, but instead lowered him down slowly.

The two Title Douluo knelt on one knee upon the stone tiles, with Yue Guan speaking first.

"Your Holiness!"

"The person has been brought back. Elder Li said he is out of danger, but he still needs a few days of rest."

As his words faded, the air fell into silence once again.

There was no wind at night, and the moonlight shining into the courtyard made the shadows of the three men look exceptionally clear.

At this moment, the standing Chen Xing and the two kneeling Title Douluo formed a sharp contrast. Gui Mei wanted to speak up to remind him, but since they had already reached the door, he found it difficult to open his mouth.

Before long, a cold, stern female voice drifted from inside the room.

"Chen Xing, come in. You two may return."

"Yes!"

Receiving the order, Yue Guan turned around first, ready to leave immediately.

Seeing that Gui Mei hadn't moved yet, he even gave him a tug.

In the end, Gui Mei took one last deep look at Chen Xing before following Yue Guan away.

Only Chen Xing remained in the courtyard.

Recalling his actions from just moments ago, he dared not enter under any circumstances.

But...

It seemed he didn't really have a choice in the matter anymore.

What should he do? Would it be too late to run away now?

No!

If Bibi Dong wanted to kill me, why would she have a healing soul master save me?

Could it be that I haven't crossed her bottom line yet?

Or is it that I still have some other use to her!

Some other use!

A flash of inspiration struck Chen Xing's mind, and he suddenly thought of how Bibi Dong had reacted to his golden energy earlier.

She couldn't actually be addicted to my skill, could she?

The moment this thought appeared, it grew wildly in his mind like weeds.

"Come in!"

A cold shout suddenly interrupted his train of thought.

Chen Xing's body tensed, and he felt that the night was particularly cold.

Seeing that she was already urging him, he figured the outcome wouldn't be any better if he didn't go in.

Screw it! At worst, I'll just respawn!

As if having made up his mind, Chen Xing gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and pushed open the door.

Moonlight followed him into the room, draping over the woman's calves and making her jade-like feet appear exceptionally fair.

She had changed into a new nightgown; different from the dark purple one from before, this dress was pure black with white lace trim along the edges.

The young man swallowed involuntarily and stammered, "T-Teacher!"

"This disciple knows he was wrong. I really didn't mean to..."

"Shut up!"

A stern shout cut him off directly.

Bibi Dong had intended to stop mentioning the matter, so why did this brat keep bringing it up?

Her purple eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Chen Xing's somewhat flustered face.

He looks decent enough, yet he acts so lewdly. If it weren't for the fact that you are still useful, I would have killed you long ago.

"Come here! Come to my side!"

"Huh?"

Chen Xing was stunned. Could the earlier incident just be treated as if it never happened? That shouldn't be possible, right!

Is she waiting for me to get close so she can punch me again?

"I said, come to my side. Do not make me say it a third time!"