"I appreciate Your Holiness's kindness, but I simply cannot bear the title of Holy Son or Holy Maiden. Besides, you're pushing me straight into a pit of fire!"
Ling Chen decisively refused. If that bootlicker Yan found out that he stood on equal footing with Hu Liena as the Holy Son, he would certainly find a way to cause him trouble.
Bibi Dong frowned slightly. Authority, power, even women—she had tried all three angles, yet none of them moved Ling Chen.
"Then tell me, how exactly am I pushing you into a pit of fire?"
Bibi Dong crossed her legs and listened attentively.
"First, there's Yan from your Golden Generation. He practically worships Hu Liena, and there's already bad blood between us. If I become this so-called Holy Son, he'll definitely target me."
"Second, that soul bone in your hand... if my guess is correct, it belongs to Yu Yuanzhen, doesn't it? Even if you personally give it to me, I don't believe others won't covet it."
"Lastly, I am Sword Douluo Chen Xin's disciple. If I join Spirit Hall, I will inevitably face retaliation from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Ling Chen wore an expression of great difficulty, but Bibi Dong gave an amused smile.
"Then why did you provide weapon blueprints to our Spirit Hall?"
Ling Chen displayed his second Soul Ring, making his meaning perfectly clear.
"This is merely a transaction. I traded the blueprints for a Soul Ring. It's perfectly fair."
"Perfectly fair? Stop playing dumb with me. The power of your firearm far surpasses the iron crossbows confiscated by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. What exactly do you mean by this?"
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. Ling Chen had placed his bets on both sides, his stance unclear. His intentions were clearly far