Qian Yu: Marrying Bibi Dong by Force, Who Else But Me? A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill, Undying Body?! (Seeking Collections!)

Qian Yu remained silent for a moment.

The hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Qian Yu raised his head, his gaze calm as he looked at Qian Xunji, his voice unhurried:

"Senior Brother, this matter... allow me to consider it."

Qian Xunji's brows furrowed slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with this answer, yet he did not lash out on the spot.

He nodded:

"Very well.

However, Qian Yu, you must understand that this matter concerns the future of Martial Soul Hall, as well as the bond between us as fellow disciples.

This Seat will not treat you unfairly."

Qian Xunji then looked toward Bibi Dong, his tone returning to its customary majesty:

"Bibi Dong, This Seat gives you three days to consider.

After three days, give This Seat an answer."

Having said this, Qian Xunji waved his hand:

"You may all withdraw.

Lock Yu Xiaogang in the dungeon; without the order of This Seat, no one is permitted to visit him."

"Yes!"

The guards acknowledged the order and dragged the ashen-faced Yu Xiaogang away.

Bibi Dong stood where she was, watching Yu Xiaogang's retreating figure as he was dragged off, her lips trembling slightly, yet in the end, she did not utter a single word.

She turned and walked toward the exit of the hall, her footsteps pausing slightly as she passed by Qian Yu.

Qian Yu felt her gaze.

Within that gaze were anger, unwillingness, despair, and a trace of subtle... scrutiny.

She did not speak and walked straight out of the great hall.

Qian Yu watched her figure disappear beyond the hall doors, his thoughts surging.

"Qian Yu."

Qian Xunji's voice came from behind him.

Qian Yu turned around:

"Senior Brother."

Qian Xunji descended from his throne, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Qian Yu, Senior Brother knows that you have been devoted to cultivation all these years and have no interest in matters between men and women.

But this matter is of great importance.

You are well aware of Bibi Dong's talent—Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power. If she could unite with you, the offspring born—"

"Senior Brother."

Qian Yu lowered his eyes slightly.

"I understand what you mean."

"As long as you understand."

Qian Xunji nodded with satisfaction.

"In three days, I hope to hear your answer."

Qian Yu did not respond, merely bowing slightly before turning to leave.

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

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

Judging by Bibi Dong's infatuated state of mind.

She would absolutely never agree to marry him!

"Three days..."

Qian Yu muttered to himself.

He suddenly recalled that in the original story, it was precisely after this turmoil that Bibi Dong embarked on that path of no return.

And now, because of his existence, Qian Xunji's "solution" had shifted from forced violation to matchmaking.

Things, it seemed, had taken a different turn.

But was this turn truly for the better?

Qian Yu judged it from the perspective of his own interests.

Whether it was the original story, where she was violated by Qian Xunji in a secret chamber.

It was still Qian Xunji arranging for him to forcibly marry Bibi Dong.

In essence, it was a violation of Bibi Dong's will.

This time, it was even being done right in front of Yu Xiaogang.

It might just make Bibi Dong hate him even more.

Qian Yu felt quite helpless about this.

He only wanted to cultivate and seek the opportunity to become a god.

After twenty years of hard work, he had finally achieved remarkable results.

He was on the verge of adding a soul ring to his second martial soul and rising to power against all odds.

And now, Qian Xunji was arranging for him to forcibly marry Bibi Dong?

In the original story, after Bibi Dong was violated by Qian Xunji, her monstrous hatred caught the eye of the Rakshasa God.

This allowed Bibi Dong to seize the opportunity when Qian Xunji was severely wounded by Tang Hao, enabling her to devour his body, bloodline, and even his soul.

That was how she began the Nine Rakshasa Trials.

Qian Yu pondered in his heart.

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

After all, this time it was happening right in front of Yu Xiaogang!

The level of hatred...

Qian Yu shivered.

Forget it, overthinking is useless.

Even if I forcibly marry Bibi Dong and she hates me, as long as I don't give her the chance, I should be fine.

Not to mention, with the speed at which my strength is increasing, I might even become a god in a few years.

There is no need to be so hesitant.

Qian Yu shook his head and began walking toward his residence.

As he passed a corner, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In the shadows ahead, a slender figure stood silently.

Purple hair reaching her waist, violet eyes like stars.

Bibi Dong.

He didn't know how long she had been waiting there.

The two locked eyes, and silence spread through the night breeze.

"Qian Yu."

Bibi Dong spoke first, her voice cold yet carrying a trace of imperceptible hoarseness.

"I have something to say to you."

Qian Yu looked into her eyes and nodded.

"Speak."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, staring straight at him, enunciating every word:

"I will not marry you. Even if Qian Xunji kills Yu Xiaogang, even if he locks me away for a lifetime, I will not marry anyone."

Bibi Dong stated firmly:

"So, you had better refuse Qian Xunji right now. Do not let me become a stepping stone for your climb, nor a bond for the brotherhood between you and Qian Xunji."

"I will not be your wife, nor will I be your tool."

"I am Bibi Dong."

Having said that, Bibi Dong turned and left.

Qian Yu stood where he was.

After a long while, he suddenly let out a soft laugh.

Interesting.

Qian Yu thought to himself.

"Do not let me become a stepping stone for your climb?"

If I wanted to, I would have already been the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall and the future Pope!

"It is merely that I have been focused on my cultivation and refused the teacher's arrangements!"

However, Bibi Dong speaking in such a manner was consistent with the impression Qian Yu held of her.

Qian Yu turned and continued walking toward his residence, his mind racing at high speed.

Bibi Dong's resoluteness was within his expectations.

But Qian Xunji's overbearing nature would certainly not change because of Bibi Dong's refusal.

Three days later, regardless of what answer Bibi Dong gave, Qian Xunji would not let the matter rest.

And he himself had already been dragged into this whirlpool.

"Forget it!"

Qian Yu pushed open the door and stepped into the quiet room, a decision already formed in his heart.

"Senior brother has practically delivered Bibi Dong to my doorstep."

"If I still hesitate, then what is the point of my cultivation?"

"True cultivation is all about having a clear and unhindered state of mind."

"If I do not marry Bibi Dong, then she might end up being locked in a secret chamber by senior brother."

"As the saying goes, if I do not enter hell, who will?"

Thinking of this, a mysterious smile appeared on Qian Yu's face.

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

Qian Yu sat cross-legged.

He calmed his mind, first familiarizing himself with the six soul skills brought by the 100,000-year Death Spider Emperor soul ring and the two soul bones.

"Before a battle, one must first understand the cards in one's hand."

Qian Yu took a deep breath and moved his thoughts.

The Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul emerged in response; a pitch-black dragon shadow roared and churned behind him as eight soul rings rose in unison.

Among them, the 100,000-year red soul ring, vivid as blood, was particularly striking.

"100,000-year Death Spider Emperor soul ring, two soul skills—"

Qian Yu closed his eyes to sense them, and the information provided by the soul ring surfaced in his mind.

[Undying Body: Condense]

As his soul power surged, a faint dark-gold luster appeared on the surface of Qian Yu's body.

He raised his right hand, condensed a sharp strand of soul power at his fingertip, and without hesitation, slashed across his left palm.

A wound deep enough to reveal bone split open, and blood seeped out.

But the next second, a dark-gold shimmer rippled across the edges of the wound.

The severed muscle fibers, skin, and blood vessels were pulled together by an invisible hand, rapidly converging toward the center.

In the span of a breath, the wound healed as if it had never been, leaving not even a scar behind.

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