Bibi Dong's Choice

Inside the illusion, Bibi Dong was walking toward Yu Xiaogang step by step, A look of happiness gradually appeared on her face, her eyes growing hazy, while Yu Xiaogang's smile became increasingly radiant.

At this moment, A flash of light flickered, A cute little boy suddenly appeared between the two, Instantly interrupting the rather eerie atmosphere between them.

Shang An first looked at his own body, surprised that he had actually manifested his form; theoretically, he shouldn't have been able to appear within someone else's heart until his favorability reached ninety.

It seemed that he had managed to manifest early by borrowing the power of this strange illusion. After sensing it carefully, he realized the composition of this illusion was quite complex, formed by Bibi Dong's heart and the Rakshasa Demonic Thought. Because of the Seed of Heart, he also occupied a certain share of it.

"Are you, Xiao An?"

Looking at the little boy before her, Bibi Dong vaguely remembered that this seemed to be her disciple.

"Teacher."

Shang An looked at Bibi Dong with a warm smile, walked to her side, and consciously took hold of her delicate hand.

"Teacher, let's go. Na Na is still waiting for us to go eat together."

"Na Na?"

Bibi Dong was a bit dazed.

"Dong'er? Come here!"

Yu Xiaogang spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of urgency, the sense of bewitchment even stronger.

"Teacher, didn't you say we are your family and that you would accompany us for dinner?"

Shang An gripped Bibi Dong's hand a little tighter.

"Besides, Teacher, you still have government affairs to handle. You said being the Pope is so tiring."

Bibi Dong's eyes gradually cleared.

At this, "Yu Xiaogang" could no longer hold back, or rather, the Rakshasa Demonic Thought could no longer hold back.

For this illusion, although Shang An had arrived via the Seed of Heart, he was effectively a stowaway and a target for elimination; the fact that he was acting so arrogantly was intolerable.

Like a third party forcing their way in, he naturally triggered a counterattack from the Rakshasa Demonic Thought, especially since he had disrupted the plan.

"Yu Xiaogang" lunged forward in a flash, pouncing on Shang An and pinning him down with a ferocious expression.

"Go to hell, intruder, go to hell!"

Bibi Dong was currently struggling between clarity and confusion, unable to react for a moment.

Shang An was, after all, just a child; he "could not resist" within this illusion and was pinned to the ground by "Yu Xiaogang."

Shang An struggled to push "Yu Xiaogang" away, but unfortunately, this "Yu Xiaogang" was a manifestation of the Rakshasa Demonic Thought combined with the image of Yu Xiaogang in Bibi Dong's heart, making him far less pathetic than the real Yu Xiaogang.

He gradually fell into a disadvantage, his neck being fiercely choked by "Yu Xiaogang." Veins bulged on his body, his face turned crimson, and his limbs thrashed continuously, though the movements slowly grew weaker.

"Tea... Teacher!"

Shang An barely managed to squeeze out two words, then struggled again to break free, but ultimately failed. His head lolled to the side, and he fainted, his eyes fixed on the bewildered Bibi Dong before he lost consciousness.

"Yu Xiaogang" continued to choke Shang An's neck with all his might, as if he wouldn't stop until he was dead.

At this moment, An aura surged up from the side, and "Yu Xiaogang"'s movements faltered.

Hearing the two words Shang An had squeezed out with all his remaining strength, and stung by that look in his eyes, Bibi Dong finally cleared her mind completely.

A gust of wind swept past, and Yu Xiaogang was instantly sent flying, crashing into two or three large trees behind him. He lay there bleeding profusely, looking utterly miserable and pathetic.

Bibi Dong paid him no mind, instead picking up the unconscious Shang An. She gently stroked the bright red handprint on his neck, her eyes filled with pity and guilt.

If not for her inaction, Xiao An would never have been persecuted to the point of fainting by Yu Xiaogang.

"Xiao An, Teacher is sorry."

"Teacher will avenge you right now."

With that, Bibi Dong turned to look at the blood-spitting Yu Xiaogang on the ground, eight Spider Spears emerging from her back. Her expression was cold, devoid of any remaining tenderness.

Yet, the unconscious Shang An in Bibi Dong's arms quietly revealed an imperceptible smile, though it vanished as quickly as it appeared, and Bibi Dong did not notice.

So that's how it is! Shang An was feigning unconsciousness, but he was currently using his heart to sense the mysteries of this illusion.

The contact had been too brief earlier to feel it clearly, but now he had the time to carefully examine its secrets.

This was an illusion constructed by the Rakshasa Demonic Thought based on Bibi Dong's heart, and it was also a hidden move by the Rakshasa God.

If Bibi Dong had truly walked toward Yu Xiaogang just now, the divine trial would have succeeded, but she would have been influenced by her obsession, treating Yu Xiaogang as the person she loved most in her heart—much like Qian Renxue's Angel God trial, or perhaps even worse.

Furthermore, with Bibi Dong's mind clouded by the Rakshasa Demonic Thought, she was prone to making irrational decisions, and having been bewitched by the demonic Yu Xiaogang, if he hadn't intervened in time, Bibi Dong might have eventually sunk into the beautiful dream named Yu Xiaogang.

Then, she would have embarked on the same path as the original story, thinking of that Yu Dash even at the moment of her death.

Hiss, looking at it this way, the Bibi Dong in the original work was definitely sabotaged by the Rakshasa God. Tsk tsk, giving Tang San a resurrection cheat and the villain a "love-induced stupidity" halo.

Bibi Dong's loss in the original story was truly unjust!

On the surface, her enemy was Tang San, but in reality, it was the Asura God and the Sea God, while her own patron, the Rakshasa God, was stabbing her in the back.

Fortunately, the Rakshasa God wasn't paying attention to the god trial at this moment; there was only a foolish Rakshasa Demonic Thought present.

The Rakshasa Demonic Thought was, after all, just a strand of demonic intent with no real intelligence. The illusions operated according to a pre-designed program set by the Rakshasa God, and it had blinded Bibi Dong's heart.

However, the "demonic" version of Yu Xiaogang clumsily tried to seduce Bibi Dong, and then, by attacking Shang An, triggered a psychological backlash that shocked Bibi Dong into waking up.

This illusion was built upon Bibi Dong's own mind, making her the majority shareholder. She had merely been blinded; now that she was awake and affected by the backlash, she should have grown even more fond of Yu Xiaogang according to the Rakshasa script, but instead, she began to feel disgust.

Bibi Dong showed no mercy, spreading her eight Spider Spears and stabbing them fiercely into "Yu Xiaogang's" body. "Yu Xiaogang" was powerless to resist and was instantly drained, turning into dust, while Shang An quietly intercepted a portion of the dissipating Rakshasa Demonic Thought.

Shang An felt like laughing out loud.

If the Rakshasa Demonic Thought hadn't actively constructed the illusion, Shang An wouldn't have been able to do anything about it, given the massive gap in strength. But the Rakshasa Demonic Thought had jumped out on its own, blinded and seduced Bibi Dong, and ultimately caused her to develop a sense of loathing for Yu Xiaogang.

As Yu Xiaogang vanished, the illusion gradually shattered.

Inside the secret chamber, Bibi Dong's aura surged, her soul power roiling as she instantly broke through the 97th-level bottleneck.

"Phew, level 98. Next time, with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, I won't even fear Qian Daoliu."

"I wonder how Xiao An is doing."

A look of worry appeared on Bibi Dong's face.

Although she was curious about why Shang An had appeared there, she assumed it was an arrangement of the god trial and didn't suspect him at all.

If Shang An were paying attention, he would notice that Bibi Dong's favorability had reached a staggering level.

One has to say, that Demonic Thought really provided a top-tier assist!

The Rakshasa God's scheme had succeeded halfway; Bibi Dong did indeed develop an unforgettable, life-long love for someone, only the object had changed to Shang An.

And what about Shang An?

Shang An was currently studying the Rakshasa Demonic Thought, attempting to disguise his own power of the mind as the Rakshasa Demonic Thought, and... he succeeded with ease.

Moreover, the disguised Rakshasa Demonic Thought could merge with the portion he had kept. The real Rakshasa Demonic Thought was gradually eroded and assimilated by his fake version, yet it could still link to the Rakshasa divine power.

It could only be said that Shang An's power of the mind was far too advanced. He had realized it through a stroke of luck, and when it came to the application of the mind, even the Rakshasa God was just a novice compared to him.

However, the fact that his power of the mind could be so easily disguised as the Rakshasa Demonic Thought made Shang An breathe a sigh of relief. This would prevent the Rakshasa God from discovering any anomalies, which might otherwise lead to trouble.

In any case, Shang An scoffed at the rule that gods were not allowed to interfere in the lower realms.

The bedroom door opened.

A purple figure snuck inside.

Her movements were light, her footsteps even muffled by soul power, fearing she might make the slightest sound.

If not for her noble temperament, this behavior would make her look exactly like a lecherous thief sneaking into a young man's boudoir in the middle of the night.

Through his mental perception, Shang An sensed Bibi Dong's arrival and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Bibi Dong walked over and stroked Shang An's cheek.

"Xiao An, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Although Shang An's eyes were closed, his racing heart and uneven breathing were as clear as day to Bibi Dong.

Shang An opened his eyes at the perfect moment, two large, blinking eyes staring at the Bibi Dong before him.

"Teacher didn't come, so I couldn't sleep."

Bibi Dong felt her heart melting; she immediately climbed onto the bed and hugged Shang An's small body.

"Xiao An, Teacher had something to attend to today and came back a bit late. In the future, if Teacher hasn't returned, you should go to sleep by yourself first, understand?"

Shang An nodded obediently, then said with a grievance-filled tone.

"But, I want to sleep with Teacher."

"Be good, listen to me. Xiao An, you are going to grow up, and the world is your stage. You must learn to be independent eventually; you can't always sleep with Teacher."

Bibi Dong couldn't bear it, but she said it anyway. Xiao An would eventually grow up, just like a fledgling bird that must leave the nest.

"Teacher, I don't want to!"

"Be obedient, Xiao An. How will you become a powerhouse if you're like this?"

Looking at Shang An's pitiful expression, Bibi Dong's heart trembled.

"Xiao An, you are destined to be a powerhouse who conquers the world; you cannot rely on Teacher so much anymore."

"But... but Teacher is my whole world!"

As Shang An spoke, mist gathered in his large eyes, looking as if he were about to cry.

Bibi Dong could no longer suppress her surging affection. Maternal love and romantic longing gushed out all at once. To hell with independence! To hell with being a powerhouse!

She only knew that she had to hold Shang An tightly; at this moment, it felt as if she were truly embracing the entire world.

"Xiao An, Teacher won't drive you away anymore."

"No matter what storms may come, Teacher will smooth them all out for you one by one."

"Mm, Teacher, we will be together forever and ever."

Feeling the overflowing favorability from Bibi Dong, Shang An revealed a sincere smile.

Accompanied by the moonlight, the master and disciple embraced tightly.

Feeling the surging love from Bibi Dong, Shang An drifted into a deep sleep.

This time, he did not use his Mind Power; it was no longer necessary. He fell into a sound sleep just like an ordinary child.

It felt so good, as if he had returned to his mother's embrace once again.