Qian Yu: Forcefully Marry Bibi Dong-Who Else Could Do It? Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill, Undying Body?! (Please Add to Favorites!)

Qian Yu fell silent for a moment.

The hall was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

Qian Yu raised his head and looked calmly at Qian Xunji, his voice unhurried:

"Senior Brother, about this matter... let me think it over."

Qian Xunji furrowed his brows slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer, but he didn't lose his temper on the spot.

He nodded:

"That's fine.

"But Qian Yu, you must understand that this matter concerns the future of Spirit Hall, as well as the bond between you and me as fellow disciples.

"I won't treat you unfairly."

Qian Xunji looked at Bibi Dong again, his tone returning to its usual authority:

"Bibi Dong, I'll give you three days to consider it.

"Give me an answer after three days."

With that, Qian Xunji waved his hand:

"Everyone, leave.

"Take Yu Xiaogang to the dungeon. No one is to visit him without my permission."

"Yes!"

The guards took their orders and dragged Yu Xiaogang away, his face ashen.

Bibi Dong stood where she was, watching Yu Xiaogang being dragged away. Her lips trembled slightly, but in the end, she didn't utter a word.

She turned and walked toward the hall's exit. As she passed Qian Yu, her steps faltered for a moment.

Qian Yu felt her gaze.

There was anger in it, as well as resentment, despair, and a trace of something subtle... scrutiny.

She said nothing and walked straight out of the hall.

Qian Yu watched her disappear beyond the doors, his thoughts churning.

"Qian Yu."

Qian Xunji's voice came from behind him.

Qian Yu turned around.

"Senior Brother."

Qian Xunji walked down from his throne and patted him on the shoulder, speaking earnestly:

"Qian Yu, I know you've devoted yourself to cultivation all these years and haven't had much interest in relationships.

"But this matter is no small thing.

"You know Bibi Dong's talent: Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power. If the two of you were to join together, the descendants you had—"

"Senior Brother."

Qian Yu lowered his eyes slightly.

"I understand what you mean."

"Good. I'm glad you understand."

Qian Xunji nodded with satisfaction.

"Three days from now, I hope to hear your answer."

Qian Yu didn't reply. He merely bowed slightly, then turned and left.

After walking out of the Pope Palace, Qian Yu looked up at the night sky.

Bibi Dong's expression from moments ago appeared in his mind.

Given Bibi Dong's hopelessly romantic nature...

She would never agree to marry him!

"Three days..."

Qian Yu murmured to himself.

He suddenly remembered that in the original story, it was after this turmoil that Bibi Dong embarked on her road of no return.

Now, because of his presence, Qian Xunji's "solution" had shifted from taking her by force to playing matchmaker.

It seemed the story was heading in a different direction.

But was that direction really any better?

Qian Yu considered things from his own perspective.

Whether it was Qian Xunji imprisoning Bibi Dong in the original story...

Or Qian Xunji arranging for him to forcefully marry her...

At its core, either way meant going against Bibi Dong's wishes.

And this time, it had happened right in front of Yu Xiaogang.

It might even make Bibi Dong hate him more.

Qian Yu felt utterly helpless about it.

All he wanted was to cultivate and find a way to become a god.

It had taken him twenty years of cultivation to finally make real progress.

He was on the verge of adding a Soul Ring to his Second Martial Soul and rising against the heavens.

And now Qian Xunji wanted him to forcefully marry Bibi Dong?

"In the original story, after Qian Xunji violated Bibi Dong, her overwhelming hatred caught the attention of the Rakshasa God.

"Then, seizing the opportunity when Tang Hao gravely wounded Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong devoured Qian Xunji's body, bloodline, and even his soul.

"That was how she began the Nine Rakshasa Trials."

Qian Yu pondered.

"If I forcefully marry Bibi Dong, will she do the same to me?"

After all, this time it had happened right in front of Yu Xiaogang!

That hatred...

Qian Yu shuddered.

"Forget it. There's no point overthinking it."

"Even if I forcefully marry Bibi Dong and she hates me even more, I'll basically be fine as long as I don't give her an opportunity.

"Besides, given how quickly my strength is growing, I might even become a god in a few years.

"There's no need to worry so much about what might happen."

Qian Yu shook his head and headed toward his residence.

As he passed a corner, he suddenly stopped.

In the shadows ahead, a tall, slender figure stood quietly.

Her purple hair fell to her waist, and her violet eyes were like stars.

Bibi Dong.

She had been waiting here at some point.

The two looked at each other as silence spread on the night breeze.

"Qian Yu."

Bibi Dong spoke first. Her voice was cool, but carried a faint, almost imperceptible rasp.

"There's something I want to tell you."

Qian Yu met her eyes and nodded.

"Go ahead."

Bibi Dong drew a deep breath, looked straight at him, and spoke each word clearly:

"I will not marry you.

"Even if Qian Xunji kills Yu Xiaogang, even if he locks me up for the rest of my life, I will never marry anyone."

Bibi Dong spoke with conviction:

"So you'd better reject Qian Xunji right now.

"Don't make me a stepping stone on your way to the top, and don't make me a bridge to preserve the bond between you and Qian Xunji."

"I will not be your wife, and I will not be your tool.

"I am Bibi Dong."

With that, Bibi Dong turned and walked away.

Qian Yu stood where he was.

After a long moment, he let out a quiet laugh.

"Interesting."

Qian Yu thought to himself.

"'Don't make me a stepping stone on your way to the top'?"

"If I wanted to, I'd already be Spirit Hall's Holy Son and its future Pope!

"I only refused the teacher's arrangements because I wanted to focus on cultivation!"

Still, Bibi Dong's words fit the impression he had of her.

Qian Yu turned and continued toward his residence, his thoughts racing.

Bibi Dong's resolve was exactly what he had expected.

But Qian Xunji was domineering, and Bibi Dong's refusal wouldn't change that.

Three days from now, no matter what answer Bibi Dong gave, Qian Xunji wouldn't let the matter drop.

And he himself had already been swept into the vortex.

"Forget it!"

Qian Yu pushed open the door and entered the quiet chamber. He had already made up his mind.

"Senior Brother has practically delivered Bibi Dong right to my door.

"If I still hesitate, what's the point of cultivating?"

"Cultivation is all about having your thoughts flow freely."

"If I don't marry Bibi Dong, Senior Brother might lock her up in his chambers."

"As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

At the thought, a mysterious smile spread across Qian Yu's face.

"Let the scorching radiance of my Six-Winged Blazing Angel purify the Spider Emperor's evil within Bibi Dong!"

Qian Yu sat cross-legged.

He calmed himself and first familiarized himself with the six Soul Skills granted by the Hundred Thousand Year Death Spider Emperor Soul Ring and the two Soul Bones.

"Before a battle, you must first understand the cards in your own hand."

Qian Yu drew a deep breath and stirred his thoughts.

The Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul emerged with a roar. Its pitch-black dragon shadow twisted and surged behind him as all eight Soul Rings rose together.

Among them, the vivid blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was particularly eye-catching.

"The Hundred Thousand Year Death Spider Emperor Soul Ring grants two Soul Skills—"

Qian Yu closed his eyes and sensed the information the Soul Ring had given him.

[Undying Body: Condensation]

Soul Power surged, and a faint, dark-golden sheen appeared over Qian Yu's skin.

He raised his right hand. A wisp of sharp Soul Power gathered at his fingertip, and without hesitation, he slashed across his left palm.

A wound deep enough to expose bone opened, and blood seeped out.

But in the next instant, a dark-golden glimmer appeared around the edges of the wound.

His torn muscle fibers, skin, and blood vessels were drawn together by an unseen hand.

In a breath, the wound healed completely, without leaving even a scar.