Qian Xunji: Truly worthy of being my Qian family's Qilin son! Despairing Bibi Dong: I agree, spare Xiao Gang!

Qian Daoliu stood up, walked over to Qian Yu, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Since you have made up your mind, then your teacher shall support you."

"Go, head to the Pope Palace."

Qian Daoliu's gaze turned toward the direction of the Pope Palace, his tone carrying a hint of world-dominating arrogance.

"Go and tell your senior brother your decision."

"As for that girl, Bibi Dong..."

"If she is sensible, then so be it."

"But if she is not, you need not hold back for anyone."

"Remember, you are a disciple of Qian Daoliu. Within this Martial Soul Hall, you may do whatever you wish."

"If the sky falls, I shall hold it up for you!"

Qian Yu felt a jolt in his heart and bowed solemnly.

"Many thanks, Teacher. Many thanks to all the Elders. This disciple shall depart now."

With that, Qian Yu turned and walked out of the hall.

His Six-Winged Blazing Angel Martial Soul possessed him instantly, and a dazzling light erupted atop Offering Mountain.

As a disciple of Qian Daoliu.

As the junior brother of Qian Xunji.

As the most talented and powerful member of the Qian family among the younger generation of Martial Soul Hall.

Qian Yu made no effort to conceal his Twin Martial Souls.

Within Martial Soul City, he usually summoned his Six-Winged Blazing Angel Martial Soul to manifest his presence.

With a thought, three pairs of brilliant golden wings unfurled from Qian Yu's back.

Carrying a scorching, sacred aura, he transformed into a streak of light and shot straight toward the Pope Palace.

At this moment, inside the Pope Palace.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt as if it had solidified.

Qian Xunji sat high upon the papal throne, his face as gloomy as water, his fingertips tapping impatiently against the armrest.

In the center of the grand hall, Bibi Dong stood silently.

She wore a plain white dress today, her exquisite face devoid of any color, like a jade carving that had lost its soul.

Yet, within those purple eyes burned a determination to perish together.

Three days had been like a hellish torment for her.

In the dungeon, the life and death of Yu Xiaogang rested entirely on her whim.

And the coercion from Qian Xunji was like a mountain, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe.

"Bibi Dong, the three days are up."

Qian Xunji stopped his tapping and looked down at his prized disciple from above, his voice cold and cruel.

"Tell this Seat your answer."

Bibi Dong slowly raised her head, meeting Qian Xunji's oppressive gaze head-on.

She took a deep breath, just about to speak.

"Boom—"

The heavy, massive doors of the grand hall were suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A scorching and sacred aura, like a blazing sun, surged into the cold and oppressive hall.

Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong turned to look at the same time.

They saw Qian Yu, his back adorned with six wings, bathed in brilliant golden light as if a deity had descended, walking slowly into the hall.

He retracted his Martial Soul, the golden light dissipating to reveal a pristine white robe.

"Senior Brother."

Qian Yu's expression was calm as he gave a slight nod to Qian Xunji, his gaze then naturally falling upon Bibi Dong.

Upon meeting Qian Yu's eyes, Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly.

She remembered the words she had spoken to Qian Yu on that night three days ago.

"Qian Yu..."

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip hard, her eyes filled with a hint of warning and a hidden plea.

Seeing Qian Yu arrive, a smile finally squeezed onto Qian Xunji's gloomy face.

"Qian Yu, you have finished your seclusion?"

"It seems the harvest was good."

"Many thanks for your concern, Senior Brother. I have made slight progress."

Qian Yu smiled faintly.

Qian Xunji stood up, walked down the steps, and swept his gaze between Qian Yu and Bibi Dong:

"Since you have come, that is perfect."

"Today is the three-day deadline This Seat gave you both."

"Qian Yu, what is your decision?"

The great hall fell into a deathly silence once more.

Bibi Dong held her breath, her hands clenched tightly within her sleeves, her fingernails nearly piercing her palms.

She stared fixedly at Qian Yu, waiting for the verdict that would decide her fate—and perhaps even the fate of Yu Xiaogang.

Qian Yu did not look at Bibi Dong.

He looked straight at Qian Xunji, a calm arc curling at the corner of his mouth. His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire hall:

"Since Senior Brother is so kind, this Junior Brother naturally has no reason to refuse."

"I accept this marriage."

As these words fell, the air in the great hall seemed to be instantly drained away.

Bibi Dong was struck as if by lightning; her delicate body trembled violently as she looked at Qian Yu in disbelief.

In those purple eyes, once dead and hollow, a surge of indescribable shock and humiliation welled up instantly.

How could this be?

How could he agree?!

In Bibi Dong's impression.

This Martial Uncle had always been a high and mighty ascetic, devoted solely to the path of cultivation.

He possessed twin ultimate Martial Souls and was the most dazzling prodigy of Martial Soul Hall, and indeed, the entire continent.

Deep down, he should have possessed an arrogance that would not allow for such desecration.

Bibi Dong had originally thought that, if only for the sake of his own pride.

He would never accept a woman who held another man in her heart, a woman who had even attempted to elope!

Yet now, he had used such a flat, such a matter-of-fact tone.

To accept this marriage, which was filled with coercion!

"You..."

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip hard, a trace of bright red blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

She seemed not to feel the pain, only staring at Qian Yu with a gaze mixed with anger and despair.

That look was as if she were staring at a demon who had completely shattered her last shred of hope.

"Hahaha!

Good!

Good!

Good!"

In stark contrast to Bibi Dong's despair, Qian Xunji let out a hearty, unrestrained laugh upon hearing this.

The gloom that had weighed on his chest for days due to Bibi Dong's betrayal was swept away in this instant.

Qian Xunji strode forward and patted Qian Yu heavily on the shoulder, his eyes full of admiration:

"As expected of my good Junior Brother!

You understand the big picture and prioritize the greater good!"

"I am very pleased that you can understand my painstaking efforts."

Having said this, Qian Xunji turned his head abruptly, his gaze piercing like a blade toward the frozen Bibi Dong.

The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a high and mighty pressure:

"Bibi Dong, you have heard Qian Yu's words."

"Is the Qilin son of the Qian family, the future pillar of Martial Soul Hall, not worthy of you?"

"Now, tell This Seat your answer!

If you dare to utter even half a word of 'no,' This Seat will have that trash Yu Xiaogang's head chopped off right now.

And delivered to you!"

Hearing the name "Yu Xiaogang," the anger in Bibi Dong's eyes instantly solidified.

It transformed into a deep sense of powerlessness, and a grief greater than the death of the heart.

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears finally slipped uncontrollably down her pale cheeks.

Her pride, her love, her freedom...

Before the absolute power and authority of Martial Soul Hall, they had been crushed into dust.

The great hall was so quiet that the fall of a needle could be heard.

After a long while, Bibi Dong finally opened her eyes slowly.

Within those purple pupils, the luster of the past was gone, leaving only a deathly, withered gray.

"I... agree."

Bibi Dong's voice was terrifyingly hoarse.

It was as if every word had been forcibly squeezed from the depths of her throat, carrying endless humiliation and blood-stained tears:

"I will marry Qian Yu... release him, let him leave Martial Soul City alive, and never touch him again."