Douluo: The Venom System Is Awesome Chapter 49

Chapter 70: Returning to Martial Soul City

She skillfully changed the bedsheets, rolling up the fabric stained with certain traces and tucking it away.

Her movements were swift and light, devoid of any unnecessary curiosity or hesitation, revealing a high level of professionalism and discretion.

During the process, her gaze inadvertently swept over Qian Renxue, who was arranging her hair crown in front of the mirror.

Although the Crown Prince was dressed neatly at this moment, the languor of one who had been thoroughly satisfied was evident in her brows and eyes.

Furthermore, the overly plump and rosy luster of her lips was something that could not be concealed no matter what.

The maid's face flushed even deeper, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look again, though she clicked her tongue in secret.

The Crown Prince... and the Holy Son are truly... intense...

Soon, the bedchamber returned to its usual tidiness and solemnity, as if everything from last night and this morning had never happened.

"Crown Prince, Holy Son, everything has been taken care of."

The maid reported in a low voice, still not daring to look up.

"Mm, you may withdraw."

Qian Renxue's voice returned to its usual indifference.

"Yes."

As if granted an amnesty, the maid bowed, carried the items she had replaced, and retreated from the bedchamber silently and swiftly.

From start to finish, she did not say an extra word, perfectly fulfilling her duties. The chamber doors closed once more, leaving only Mu Junyu and Qian Renxue inside. Mu Junyu walked behind Qian Renxue, wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and smiled as he looked at their intertwined reflections in the mirror.

"Our people are certainly efficient."

Qian Renxue glared at him reproachfully in the mirror, but she did not push him away, merely sighing softly.

"There is still a mountain of government affairs to handle today, and the aftermath of the Third Prince's situation needs attention as well... all because of your meddling."

Despite her words, there was little reproach in her tone; instead, it carried a hint of imperceptible sweetness and helplessness.

"By the way, Sister Xue, I need to leave the Heaven Dou Empire for a while..."

Hearing Mu Junyu say he had to leave for a period, the expression on Qian Renxue's face, which had still held a trace of languid, amorous sentiment, changed instantly.

She turned around abruptly, no longer caring about maintaining the demeanor of the Crown Prince, her beautiful golden eyes fixed intently on Mu Junyu.

They were filled with astonishment and a hint of imperceptible panic, her voice even carrying a trembling note of grievance.

"You're leaving? Where are you going? We've only... only just reached this point, and you're already planning to abandon me, aren't you?"

To better play the role of the Crown Prince and fathom the minds of various people, she had indeed read many of the romantic novels circulating among noble ladies.

She had read plenty of stories about heartless men, and at this moment, she subconsciously associated him with them.

Coupled with the fact that she had just experienced extreme intimacy and was at her most emotionally dependent, Mu Junyu's words were undoubtedly like a bucket of cold water poured over her.

Mu Junyu looked at her rare display of a young woman's grievance and panic, finding it both amusing and heart-wrenching.

He reached out to pinch her smooth cheek and laughed.

"What are you imagining? Abandoning you? I think you've been reading too many novels! How could I ever not want you?"

He suppressed his smile, his tone becoming more serious.

"It's official business. Elder Yue Guan sent word that he has preliminary results regarding the hidden effects and deep applications of those immortal herbs, and I need to go back."

He paused, then continued.

"Besides, the line regarding the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is difficult to handle; they don't have any favorable impressions of our Martial Soul Hall."

"The subsequent contact and recruitment plans need detailed coordination, which isn't something that can be finished in a day or two."

"Teacher needs manpower, and I must return to assist her."

Hearing that he was returning to Martial Soul Hall to help his mother with official business, Qian Renxue's tightly wound heartstrings relaxed slightly, but the sense of loss and reluctance remained heavy.

She lowered her head and muttered softly, "Oh... so you're going back to help Mother... then how long will you be gone?"

"It won't be for long."

Mu Junyu pulled her into his arms, patting her back soothingly.

"I will come back to see you every so often. Don't worry, I am very reluctant to leave Sister Xue; how could I ever not want you?"

Feeling his comfort and promise, the grievance in Qian Renxue's heart dissipated somewhat, but she still gripped his lapels tightly, saying sullenly.

"Then... then come back early. And... when you see Mother... you are not allowed to... not allowed to treat her the way you treat me!"

She said this with little confidence, her voice growing smaller and smaller as her cheeks flushed red again. She was vaguely aware that her mother's attitude toward Mu Junyu was also somewhat unusual.

Furthermore, during this time, Mu Junyu had even made her roleplay as Bibi Dong in bed...

Although she had been cajoled into agreeing... after all, it was truly stimulating...

But it was also from this point that she realized Mu Junyu's ambitions...

This brat wants to have his cake and eat it too with both mother and daughter.

He knew he couldn't stop himself, so offering a slight reminder not to go too far was the absolute limit.

Mu Junyu chuckled, lowering his head to kiss the top of her hair.

"Silly girl, a teacher is a teacher, and you are you. In my heart, Sister Xue is one of a kind."

Although she knew there might be some exaggeration in those words, Qian Renxue was still immensely pleased, finally breaking into a smile through her tears and giving him a light punch.

"Smooth talker! Hurry up and go, you heartless man~"

Mu Junyu looked at Qian Renxue's small face and rubbed his hands together.

"Before I go, let's sow the seeds one more time~"

"Ah?" Qian Renxue's face flushed, but thinking that Mu Junyu was leaving immediately... maybe... she could indulge herself for one day...

"Th-then... alright... what are we roleplaying this time? Is it still mother..."

Once Qian Renxue gave in, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

Mu Junyu could no longer hold back; with a playful laugh, he tossed her back onto the bed he had just tidied up.

"No roleplay today~"

He breathed hot air against her ear, his voice deep and filled with power.

"Just be my Sister Xue... let me remember you well..."

The curtains fell, shielding the room from view.

Mu Junyu, who had originally planned to depart at dawn, did not quietly slip out of the Crown Prince's Bedchamber until evening, feeling refreshed and thoroughly satisfied.

Qian Renxue, meanwhile, lay paralyzed on the bed once more, lacking the strength to even lift a finger.

An inseparable aura of attachment permeated her entire being; she could only gaze in the direction he had left, drifting back into a deep sleep filled with sweet exhaustion.

Two days later, a travel-worn Mu Junyu finally arrived at Martial Soul City.

The moment he stepped into this grand city that belonged entirely to Martial Soul Hall, Mu Junyu felt an invisible restraint suddenly vanish.

He no longer needed to disguise himself as anyone else, nor did he need to constantly watch his words and actions to ensure they fit the environment of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Here, he was the Pope's personal disciple, the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall, and he could be himself to the fullest extent.

He shed all his disguises, revealed his true face, and swaggered down the wide streets of Martial Soul City.

The soul masters and residents who passed by bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with awe and adoration.

This feeling of returning to his own turf made him feel exceptionally at ease.

He did not return to his own residence first, but instead headed straight toward the Pope Palace.

Yue Guan's research results and the follow-up plans for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect both needed to be reported to his teacher as soon as possible.

Furthermore, he truly did miss that teacher of his, who appeared cold on the outside but might harbor ripples in her heart because of him.

Chapter 71: The Disdain of the Rakshasa God

Mu Junyu arrived in front of the Pope Palace in high spirits, preparing to walk straight in as usual, but was respectfully stopped by the guards outside.

"Holy Son, please stay your step."

Mu Junyu paused, raising an eyebrow at the guard: "Hmm? What is it?"

The guard bowed, his tone respectful but tinged with difficulty.

"Holy Son, Her Holiness the Pope gave orders some days ago that she has gained some insights and needs to go into seclusion for a period of time. During this period, no one is to disturb her, including..." Including you, Holy Son. Her Holiness specifically instructed that if you returned, you should handle matters yourself and need not report to her.

Seclusion?

Mu Junyu was stunned upon hearing this, the smile on his face fading slightly.

What a coincidence? She went into seclusion the moment he returned?

Based on his understanding of his teacher, this was nine times out of ten an excuse to avoid him.

Presumably, the loss of control at the edge of the Sunset Forest last time left her unsure of how to face him even now.

He felt a bit disappointed and helpless, but upon second thought, he could understand. Bibi Dong was proud and extremely self-disciplined; that incident must have been a massive shock to her.

She needed time to digest it and rebuild her psychological defenses.

Pressing too hard would only be counterproductive.

"Forget it."

Mu Junyu sighed softly, muttering to himself.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future; no need to rush."

He quickly adjusted his mindset and waved a hand at the guard.

"Understood. In that case, I will not disturb Teacher's quiet cultivation. If Teacher comes out of seclusion, notify me immediately."

"Yes! Farewell, Holy Son!"

The guard replied hurriedly.

Mu Junyu turned and left the Pope Palace, heading toward his residence. Although he felt a slight sense of regret, he did not dwell on it too much.

However, he did not know that deep within the Pope Palace, inside a secret chamber completely sealed off by a powerful soul power barrier.

Bibi Dong was not in deep seclusion as the outside world claimed.

She was sitting cross-legged in the center of the quiet room, her body suffused with dense, purple-black Rakshasa God power, yet her aura was far from stable.

Floating before her was a light mirror condensed from divine power, which clearly displayed the entire process of Mu Junyu's arrival outside the Pope Palace.

From his conversation with the guards to his eventual departure in resignation.

Watching his slightly dejected back as he walked away, Bibi Dong's slender fingers tightened instinctively.

A complex and indescribable emotion flickered in her purple-gold eyes—there was struggle, guilt, and a trace of something she herself was unwilling to admit... dejection.

She had indeed received the letter Mu Junyu sent back in advance, and she knew he would return today. The so-called "seclusion" was indeed to avoid him.

The reason was none other than the fact that in the process of undergoing the Rakshasa God Trial, she had encountered a hurdle she never expected—the Heart Demon Trial.

She had originally assumed that her heart demon would be the long-dead Qian Xunji.

However, when she truly faced her inner self, she discovered with horror.

The one who occupied her mind, constantly stirring her emotions, inciting her desires, and throwing her into disarray, was none other than the disciple she had watched grow up and raised with her own hands—Mu Junyu!

His aggressive gaze, those bold and reckless acts of intimacy, those words that made her blush, and that time on the edge of the forest when she had completely lost control...

All of this had intertwined to become an unprecedented heart demon.

She had developed a possessiveness, a protective instinct, and even... love for him that transcended the bond between master and disciple.

This made her feel panic and self-loathing. She was the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, the successor to the Rakshasa God.

How could she harbor such sordid thoughts toward her own disciple?

And to steal away her own daughter's lover, no less?