Douluo: The Venom System is Awesome

She paused, her voice dropping a few decibels.

"While I'm away, Mother... I'll have to leave her in your care."

Mu Junyu felt a jolt in his heart and replied with a solemn expression.

"I will."

I'm lying to you; I'll be following you anyway. After all, I still need to go and meet the legendary Shrek Academy!

The two shared a smile, continuing to walk forward in silent understanding.

Chapter 20: Once a week... three times...

The setting sun stretched their shadows long, intertwining them on the stone path. "Right," Qian Renxue suddenly remembered something, "I heard you gave that kid Yan quite a beating today?"

Mu Junyu spread his hands innocently: "He was the one who provoked me first."

Qian Renxue gave him a meaningful look.

"That girl Hu Liena is quite cute, isn't she?"

"Sister Xue, you're joking. She's too young."

Mu Junyu rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Qian Renxue chuckled: "Heh, you're only a year older than her, you little adult."

"How can Sister Xue say that? After all, a person's maturity isn't measured by age~"

That night, Mu Junyu was leaning against the window, lost in thought, his fingers tapping unconsciously against the window frame.

Moonlight spilled onto his handsome profile, reflecting a pair of pensive purple eyes.

Heaven Dou Empire...

He whispered to himself: "How can I get Teacher to take the initiative to send me there..."

Just as he was deep in thought, a light knock on the door interrupted his train of thought.

"Lord Holy Son, an edict from Her Majesty the Pope."

Mu Junyu raised an eyebrow and stepped forward to open the door.

The guard respectfully handed over a letter with gold-stamped purple patterns, then bowed and retreated. He rubbed the exquisite wax seal on the envelope, a sudden sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

He slowly tore open the letter, and familiar handwriting came into view:

[Depart with Qian Renxue to Tiantou City and assist Qian Renxue in completing the infiltration mission. Do not fail.]

Mu Junyu's fingers tightened slightly, the letter paper making a faint crisp sound in his palm.

"This is too much of a coincidence..."

He looked up toward the direction of the Pope Palace, a meaningful smile curling his lips.

"Teacher, are you trying to avoid me?"

Under the moonlight, the line of text on the letter seemed to glow faintly.

Mu Junyu sighed softly and held the letter to the candlelight to ignite it.

The dancing flames illuminated his deep eyes, reflecting a complex mix of emotions.

I still went too far. Bibi Dong is trying to keep me at a distance... No, there's still about a month left. I think I need to do something...

Teacher, do you really think you can hide from me like this?

Outside the window, a bright moon hung high.

Mu Junyu's silhouette appeared exceptionally tall and slender in the candlelight.

And at the highest point of the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong stood quietly on the balcony, her purple robes fluttering gently in the night breeze.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the layers of halls, landing in a specific direction. "Sigh... this is the only way I can do it..."

She whispered to herself.

The night was deep. Mu Junyu stood outside Bibi Dong's bedchamber, took a deep breath, and suddenly fell to his knees on the cold stone steps with a "thud."

"Teacher! I beg you to see your student!" His voice, laced with a sob, was exceptionally clear in the silent night.

There was no movement inside the hall.

Mu Junyu gritted his teeth and began to beat his chest forcefully.

"It's all because I did something wrong... sob..."

His voice choked with emotion, and tears came easily, rolling down his cheeks in large drops.

The student is about to go to the Heaven Dou Empire and won't be able to see Teacher for several years... I beg you... I beg you...

When he reached the height of his emotional display, he even began to lightly bump his forehead against the palace door, creating a dull "thud-thud" sound.

Under the moonlight, his handsome face was covered in tear tracks; anyone who saw it would feel a pang of heartache.

When it came to acting, he was truly unrivaled.

Finally, the palace door creaked open a crack.

"Come in." Bibi Dong's voice remained cold, yet if one listened closely, there was a hint of imperceptible trembling.

Mu Junyu scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he rushed into the hall.

The moment he saw Bibi Dong sitting gracefully on the soft couch, he immediately knelt down again.

He crawled forward on his knees until he reached her.

"Teacher..."

He tilted his tear-blurred face upward, reaching out to gingerly tug at the hem of Bibi Dong's dress.

Bibi Dong lowered her gaze to look at him, a flicker of heartache flashing through her purple eyes.

She instinctively wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from his face, but she stopped herself mid-air.

"Get up." She turned her head away. "A dignified Holy Son, what kind of behavior is this?"

Instead of standing, Mu Junyu buried his face against her knees even more intensely.

"This student doesn't want to leave Teacher... The Heaven Dou Empire is so far away... I won't be able to see you for so many years..."

Bibi Dong's body stiffened, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She could clearly feel the boy's warm tears soaking through the fabric of her skirt.

"This is... a necessary mission..."

Her voice softened involuntarily.

Mu Junyu seized the opportunity to look up, his eyes rimmed with red.

"Then... before this student leaves, can I... can I..."

"Can you what?" Bibi Dong looked at him with pity.

"Can I cultivate with Teacher until the day I leave..."

Mu Junyu blinked his wet eyes, looking completely innocent.

"This student is afraid that you will forget about your disciple in these few years..."

The tips of Bibi Dong's ears turned red instantly; she stood up abruptly, and the hem of her dress slipped from Mu Junyu's grasp.

"No... absolutely not!"

Mu Junyu immediately began to cry again.

"This student is only worried about Teacher... You were very happy last time... I want Teacher to be happy too..."

"You!" Bibi Dong was both embarrassed and annoyed.

Mu Junyu knelt on the ground, tilting his tear-streaked face upward, tears falling like pearls from a broken string.

"Teacher... just this last month... let this student accompany you to cultivate every day, please?"

He reached out with trembling hands, carefully gripping Bibi Dong's fingertips. "This student is afraid... afraid that when I return in three years, Teacher won't remember me anymore..." Bibi Dong's fingers were held by him, and the warm sensation made her heart flutter. She looked down at the boy's reddened eyes, which were filled with sincere attachment and reluctance to part.

"What nonsense are you spouting..."

Her voice softened unconsciously. "How could I..."

"Then Teacher is agreeing?"

Mu Junyu's eyes lit up, and he immediately interrupted her, a cunning smile appearing on his face despite the tear tracks still lingering there.

Only then did Bibi Dong realize she had fallen into a trap, and she pulled her hand back in embarrassment and anger: "You!"

"Teacher~"

Mu Junyu switched back to that pitiful expression. "Look, this student is leaving soon, just agree to this one small request~"

As he spoke, he crawled forward a few steps on his knees, pressing close to Bibi Dong once more, his upturned face looking just like a puppy begging for food.

Bibi Dong turned her face away, a flicker of hesitation crossing her purple eyes: "Every day... is too frequent..."

"Then every other day!" Mu Junyu immediately retreated to the next best option. "Or once every three days is fine too!"

Bibi Dong pursed her lips, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

The bedchamber fell silent, with only the occasional soft crackle of candle flames.

After a long while, she finally gave an almost imperceptible nod: "...Twice... a week."

A light of surprise instantly burst forth in Mu Junyu's eyes, but he suppressed the corners of his mouth from turning up, continuing to play the part of the pitiful one.

"Four times... how about four times a week? Teacher..."

"Three times." Bibi Dong glared at him, her face flushed. "If you bargain again, you won't get any at all."

"Deal!" Mu Junyu agreed immediately, fearing she might change her mind.

He happily rubbed his cheek against the back of Bibi Dong's hand.

"Teacher is the best~"

Author's Note

Feng Que

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Chapter 21: No, I Have to Go Ask

Bibi Dong looked helplessly at this little rascal whose face changed faster than a flipping book, yet she found she couldn't bring herself to be angry at all.

She sighed softly, reached out, and rubbed the top of Mu Junyu's head: "Get up, the floor is cold."

Mu Junyu took the opportunity to stand up, but because his legs had gone numb from "kneeling for too long," he stumbled and fell directly into Bibi Dong's arms.

"I'm sorry, Teacher!" He apologized with his mouth, but his arms honestly wrapped around Bibi Dong's waist, burying his face into her abdomen to take a deep breath.

"This student didn't mean to..."

Bibi Dong's entire body stiffened, yet she did not immediately push him away.

She could feel the youth's rapid heartbeat, and... the faint, lingering power of the Heart-Eroding Venom, which was quietly winding around her wrist.

"You..." She had just wanted to reprimand him, but she saw that Mu Junyu had already pulled away on his own, a smug, mischievous grin on his face.

"Teacher, I'll come to see you tomorrow night then~" He said as he retreated toward the palace doors, afraid that Bibi Dong might change her mind.

"This student takes his leave!"

Before the words had even faded, he had already slipped out of the bedchamber, leaving behind only a gentle breeze and the faint sound of laughter.

Bibi Dong stood where she was, her fingertips unconsciously brushing over the spot where the youth had touched her.

After a long while, she shook her head gently, though the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily: "This naturally lecherous little rascal..."

Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows upon the floor.

The Pope did not notice that her mood had become much lighter than it was just a moment ago.