In Douluo, Already the Pope, Joining the Chat Group

To mobilize a few Title Douluo to protect himself—that much, Qian Xunji could still manage with his current status. After all, the current Pope of Martial Soul Hall was still him, not Bibi Dong.

However, Qian Xunji could not guarantee whether those fellows would remain loyal to him once they saw his severely injured state, or if they would simply defect to Bibi Dong instead!

Therefore, for the sake of caution, after much deliberation, Qian Xunji decided against calling for guards and chose instead to seek help from his predecessor's father.

After all, the man's strength was sufficient to protect him, and he could be one hundred percent certain that he would never harm him!

But before he could even begin his self-rescue operation, he heard a light sound of footsteps coming from outside the secret chamber.

At the same time, a crisp and melodious voice drifted into Qian Xunji's ears along with those footsteps.

"Teacher, it is time to take your medicine!"

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Qian Xunji couldn't help but shudder, and his face turned pale in an instant.

It wasn't out of excitement, but out of fear!

Because the owner of this voice was none other than... Bibi Dong!

The beloved disciple whom his predecessor had personally cultivated for over a decade!

The Bibi Dong who would betray Martial Soul Hall for the sake of a piece-of-trash scumbag!

The Bibi Dong who would kill him in the future!

What should he do?!

Should he pretend there was no one in the secret chamber? Or should he simply refuse to open the Gate of Opening?

If he pretended there was no one, would she just barge in to check?

If he spoke up to refuse, what if he completely enraged her? He couldn't beat her in his current state!

For a moment, a thousand thoughts surged through Qian Xunji's mind, leaving him completely unsure of how to decide.

That was until Bibi Dong's crisp, melodious voice rang out from outside the door once more.

"Teacher, I know you are inside!"

Hearing this, Qian Xunji's expression darkened; he knew he could no longer hide.

Gritting his teeth, Qian Xunji made his decision.

Since he couldn't hide, he would just have to gamble!

He refused to believe that he, a dignified transmigrator, couldn't handle one woman!

Thinking this, Qian Xunji took a deep breath, stood up, and opened the door to the secret chamber. "Come in."

As the door to the secret chamber opened, a stunning figure came into Qian Xunji's view, holding an ornate tray with a porcelain bowl from which a faint fragrance wafted.

Fair skin, exquisite features that looked as if they had been carved by the gods, near-perfect facial contours, long legs, and a perfect silhouette—everything about her spoke of her beauty.

In particular, the intangible, noble, and sacred aura she exuded made one feel an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

Everything about her made her appear so extraordinary.

Seeing such a stunning beauty, even Qian Xunji, who considered himself to have seen countless women, couldn't help but be momentarily dazed.

Fortunately, Qian Xunji hadn't forgotten that she was here to kill him, otherwise, he might truly have been blinded by such beauty.

Forcing down the agitation in his heart, Qian Xunji took the tray from Bibi Dong's hands and said "gratefully," "Dong'er, you are very thoughtful! But didn't servants usually bring the medicine before? Why are you delivering it yourself today?"

As he spoke, Qian Xunji returned to his previous position and casually placed the tray on the table beside him.

Drinking it was out of the question!

The example of Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian was still fresh in his mind; how could he dare to drink it!

Heaven knows what was put inside! What if she added some kind of potent poison capable of killing a Title Douluo?

He didn't want to die suddenly less than a day after transmigrating!

As for the possibility that nothing was added and it was just a simple medicinal broth?

Sorry, Qian Xunji dared not gamble, and he couldn't afford to!

"It is nothing. Serving you, Teacher, is an obligation I should fulfill as your disciple. I have already been derelict in my duties by not coming before; how could I let the servants continue to do it for me?"

Seeing that Qian Xunji hadn't drunk it but had instead set the medicine aside, Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes flickered slightly. Could it be that this guy had noticed something? Or was his injury a pretense from the start, just to trick her?

Whether it was a real injury, a pretense, or if he had truly noticed something, a test would reveal the truth.

Thinking this, Bibi Dong took a light step forward and arrived at the table where the medicinal broth was placed.

"But Teacher, will you not drink it now? If the medicine gets cold, its efficacy will not be as good."