Qian Xunji: As expected of a Qian Family prodigy! Desperate Bibi Dong: I agree-let Xiao Gang go!

Qian Daoliu rose to his feet, walked over to Qian Yu, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Since you've thought it through, then I'll support you."

"Go to the Pope Palace."

Qian Daoliu looked toward the Pope Palace, his voice carrying a hint of domineering arrogance:

"Go tell your senior brother your decision."

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

"If she knows what's good for her, then fine.

If she doesn't, you needn't hold back."

"Remember, you are my disciple, Qian Daoliu's. Here in Spirit Hall, you can do whatever you want.

Even if the sky falls, your teacher will hold it up for you!"

Qian Yu's heart stirred. He bowed respectfully:

"Thank you, Teacher. Thank you, Elders. I'll be off."

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

The Six-Winged Blazing Angel Martial Soul instantly possessed him, and dazzling light blazed atop Offering Mountain.

As Qian Daoliu's disciple.

Qian Xunji's junior brother.

The most talented and powerful member of the Qian Family among Spirit Hall's younger generation.

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

In Spirit City, he usually summoned the Six-Winged Blazing Angel Martial Soul to possess him, making his presence known.

At a thought, the three pairs of brilliant golden wings on Qian Yu's back spread wide.

Carrying a searing, holy aura, he transformed into a streak of light and sped straight toward the Pope Palace.

At that moment, inside the Pope Palace.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it seemed almost frozen.

Qian Xunji sat high upon the papal throne, his face dark as water as his fingers impatiently tapped the armrest.

In the middle of the hall, Bibi Dong stood quietly.

Today, she wore a plain white dress. Her stunning face was devoid of color, like a jade carving stripped of its soul.

Yet in her violet eyes, the resolve to perish together with her enemy still burned.

Those three days had been a hellish ordeal for her.

Yu Xiaogang's life or death in the dungeon rested entirely on her decision.

And Qian Xunji's threats pressed down on her like a mountain, leaving her unable to breathe.

"Bibi Dong, the three days are up."

Qian Xunji stopped tapping and looked down at his prized disciple, his voice cold:

"Tell me your answer."

Bibi Dong slowly lifted her head and met Qian Xunji's oppressive gaze.

She took a deep breath and was about to speak.

"Boom—"

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

A searing, holy aura poured into the cold, oppressive hall like the blazing sun.

Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong both turned to look.

Qian Yu entered the hall at an unhurried pace, six wings on his back, bathed in dazzling golden light like a god descending upon the world.

He withdrew his Martial Soul, and the golden light faded, revealing immaculate white robes.

"Senior brother."

Qian Yu nodded slightly to Qian Xunji, his expression calm. Then his gaze naturally fell on Bibi Dong.

At the touch of Qian Yu's gaze, Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly.

She remembered what she had said to Qian Yu that night, three days ago.

"Qian Yu..."

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip hard, her eyes carrying a hint of warning and a veiled plea.

Seeing Qian Yu arrive, the gloom on Qian Xunji's face finally gave way to a faint smile:

"Qian Yu, you've finished your seclusion?

It seems you gained quite a bit."

"Thank you for your concern, senior brother. I've made a little progress."

Qian Yu smiled faintly.

Qian Xunji rose and walked down the steps, his gaze sweeping between Qian Yu and Bibi Dong:

"Since you're here, this is perfect."

"Today marks the end of the three days I gave you."

"Qian Yu, what have you decided?"

The hall fell silent once more.

Bibi Dong held her breath, her hands clenched tightly inside her sleeves, her nails nearly piercing her palms.

She stared fixedly at Qian Yu, awaiting the verdict that would decide her fate—and even Yu Xiaogang's.

Qian Yu didn't look at Bibi Dong.

He looked straight at Qian Xunji, the corner of his mouth lifting in a composed smile. His voice wasn't loud, yet it rang clearly throughout the hall:

"Senior brother's kind offer is not something I have any reason to refuse."

"I agree to this marriage."

The moment he spoke, it was as if all the air had been sucked out of the hall.

Bibi Dong jerked as if struck by lightning, staring at Qian Yu in disbelief.

A surge of indescribable shock and humiliation flooded her once lifeless violet eyes.

How could this be?

How could he agree?!

In Bibi Dong's mind.

This junior uncle had always stood aloof from the world, a devoted cultivator with his heart set on the Dao.

He possessed Twin Ultimate Martial Souls and was the most dazzling genius in Spirit Hall—and on the entire continent.

Deep down, he should have had a pride that would brook no desecration.

Bibi Dong had thought that even for the sake of Qian Yu's own dignity,

he would never accept a woman who had someone else in her heart and had even tried to elope!

But now, in a tone so calm and matter-of-fact,

he had agreed to this marriage, laden with coercion!

"You..."

Bibi Dong bit down hard on her lower lip, and a trace of bright red blood spilled from its corner.

She seemed not to feel the pain at all. She only stared fixedly at Qian Yu, her eyes mingling fury and despair.

It was as if she were looking at a demon who had utterly shattered the last of her hope.

"**Hahaha!

Good!

Good!

Good!**"

In stark contrast to Bibi Dong's despair, Qian Xunji burst into hearty laughter.

The gloom that had built up in his chest over Bibi Dong's betrayal in recent days vanished in an instant.

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

"As expected of my good junior brother, Qian Xunji!

You understand the bigger picture and know what matters!"

"I'm glad you understand your senior brother's good intentions."

With that, Qian Xunji whipped around, his gaze stabbing into the ice-cold Bibi Dong like a blade.

His smile vanished at once, replaced by an air of lofty authority:

"Bibi Dong, you heard what Qian Yu said."

"My Qian Family's prized son, the future pillar of Spirit Hall—how could he possibly be unworthy of you?"

"Now, tell me your answer!

If you dare utter even a single 'no,' I'll have that useless Yu Xiaogang's head cut off right now.

And I'll have it brought to you!"

At the words "Yu Xiaogang," the anger in Bibi Dong's eyes froze.

It became profound helplessness—and the grief of a heart utterly dead.

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

Her pride, her love, her freedom...

Faced with Spirit Hall's absolute power and authority, they had been ground to dust.

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

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

There was no trace of her former spirit in those violet eyes, only the ashen desolation of the dead.

"I... agree."

Bibi Dong's voice was terrifyingly hoarse.

It was as if each word had been forced up from the depths of her throat, carrying endless humiliation and bloodstained tears:

"I'll marry Qian Yu... let him go. Let him leave Spirit City alive, and never lay a hand on him again."