Grudge of Spider and Rabbit

Although Qian Daoliu had long known that a Soul Beast taking human form could mold its face and figure at will—provided there was a template—the fact that this one was crafted so perfectly that even he could not spot a single flaw, appearing as if the Bibi Dong currently residing in Martial Soul Hall stood before him, still left him somewhat astonished.

A person's charm is composed of appearance, figure, and temperament. Temperament is an ethereal thing, invisible and intangible, yet it undeniably exists.

After the Death Spider Emperor transformed into Bibi Dong, it possessed a noble, icy, and subtly sinister temperament inherent to the Spider Emperor, which the current Bibi Dong, still in her Saintess phase, did not yet possess.

In terms of pure charm, the Death Spider Emperor version of Bibi Dong surpassed the current Bibi Dong; perhaps only the Bibi Dong of the Pope era could compare to it.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. "Very good. Return to Martial Soul Hall with me."

Bibi Zhu spoke, her voice unchanged, still a raspy female tone. "Wait a moment. This Seat has a grudge that must be settled, but this Seat's power alone is not enough."

Qian Daoliu remained unmoved by the discrepancy between Bibi Zhu's voice and Bibi Dong's appearance. Once they reached Martial Soul Hall, he could simply have Bibi Zhu listen to Bibi Dong speak a few times in secret and then refine the transformation. Tone is merely a product of the human vocal cords, cavity resonance, and airflow; as long as it relates to human anatomy, the Death Spider Emperor could replicate it.

"We are already partners. As long as your revenge has nothing to do with Martial Soul Hall, I can lend you a hand. What is your grudge?"

A murderous glint flickered in Bibi Zhu's eyes. "This Seat is a Death Demon Spider of the spider clan. Since birth, our clan has preyed on smaller soul beasts, including the rabbit clan. Within the Soft Bone Rabbit clan, two Soft Bone Rabbit Emperors were born, and those two often slaughtered members of my spider clan."

Qian Daoliu's expression turned somewhat strange. The two Soft Bone Rabbit Emperors mentioned by the Death Spider Emperor were, needless to say, Xiao Wu and her mother, Ah Rou. In the original story, Ah Rou was killed by Bibi Dong, adding a sense of destiny to the meeting and romance between Tang San and Xiao Wu, as both their mothers were driven to death by Martial Soul Hall, creating an irreconcilable hatred between them and the organization.

Now, without the help of Martial Soul Hall—specifically the manpower used to track soul beasts—even if Bibi Dong had the ability to kill Ah Rou, whether she could actually find her was another matter. As it turned out, the grudge now lay between the Death Spider Emperor and the pair of Xiao Wu and Ah Rou.

It seems that Martial Soul Hall and Tang San are natural, irreconcilable enemies; only one can remain.

That is just as well. Since they are already destined to be mortal enemies, what does a little more hatred matter?

"As a Spider Emperor, I naturally cannot sit idly by while they cross me. Those lowly Soft Bone Rabbits, even if they reach one hundred thousand years, remain lowly. Even with two of them, they are no match for this Seat."

Qian Daoliu nodded gently. The Death Spider Emperor's words were indeed correct. As soul beasts cultivate, their bloodlines evolve; reaching one hundred thousand years and awakening a talent domain is the hallmark of a top-tier soul beast.

Just as the Blue Silver Grass is unremarkable when it first breaks through the soil, its bloodline is indeed mediocre. But once it cultivates past one hundred thousand years to become a Blue Silver Emperor and awakens the Blue Silver Domain, its bloodline becomes extraordinary, no less than that of a Death Spider Emperor.

The fact that the Soft Bone Rabbit did not awaken a talent domain upon reaching one hundred thousand years shows that its bloodline is indeed somewhat lacking. To be precise, Xiao Wu and Ah Rou should not be called Soft Bone Rabbit Emperors; they are merely one-hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbits.

A one-hundred-thousand-year Death Spider Emperor with a domain fighting two one-hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbits is certainly not a problem.

The Death Spider Emperor said angrily, "But those two rabbits are backed by the Sky Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape. Both of them possess strength not inferior to this Seat's. I am no match for them. My spider clan can only remain in hiding."

"Lead the way."

Qian Daoliu curled his lips. This was an unexpected delight. He was not entirely sure where the Life Lake was and had not intended to move against the four one-hundred-thousand-year soul beasts there so soon. With the Death Spider Emperor leading the way, he could conveniently finish them off as well.

If Xiao Wu, the Titan Giant Ape, and the Sky Azure Bull Python were gone, it would be no exaggeration to say that half of Tang San's world had collapsed.

Having been away from Martial Soul Hall for a week, Qian Daoliu was not worried about Qian Xunji. He had left behind Angelic divine power as a safeguard for him, and the only ones missing from the Martial Soul Hall's Worships were himself and Golden Crocodile Douluo.

If the Clear Sky Sect members were all sect-slaves who prioritized sect interests above all else—where friends, brothers, and even children were to be hammered to death without hesitation if they dared to oppose the sect—then the Qian family were all Angelic divine slaves who prioritized the Angel God above all else. As long as the Angel God gave the order, they would not hesitate to execute anyone, be it friend, brother, or child.

Below the Angel God was the Angel Clan, which inherited the Angelic divine position, and only then came Martial Soul Hall. Bibi Dong was merely a member of Martial Soul Hall.

Martial Soul Hall.

After days of medicinal treatment and the powerful recovery inherent to the Angelic Martial Soul—especially the nourishment of the Angelic divine power—Qian Xunji's injuries had mostly healed. He arrived at his meditation chamber to cultivate, hoping to recover as quickly as possible so he could continue his Angelic divine trials and seek revenge against Tang Hao.

Outside the Saintess's bedchamber.

Bibi Dong carried the empty medicine bowl back to her room. The Palace Guard Knight on duty glanced at her, his eyes filled with immense envy.

Everyone in Martial Soul Hall knew that Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong were master and disciple. They had all witnessed how Bibi Dong had been diligently caring for him during this time, preparing his medicine with her own hands.

They sighed inwardly. Her Highness the Saintess was so breathtakingly beautiful, her features not of this mortal world, and so filial; surely she would make a gentle and virtuous wife if she ever married. Who would be lucky enough to catch her eye in the future?

It would be best if Her Highness the Saintess never married, remaining forever beautiful, a flower on a high peak, admired from afar.

The guards were unaware that as soon as Bibi Dong entered her bedchamber, the calm and gentle expression on her face vanished entirely. Her features became incredibly ferocious, blood-red light surged in her eyes, and her murderous intent condensed into something almost tangible. The terrifying killing intent of the Slaughter God's Domain permeated her skin, suppressed yet ready to erupt, causing the temperature in the room to plummet.

"Qian Daoliu is nowhere to be found, and the Second Worship has led the Elders to the Clear Sky Sect. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Qian Xunji, tonight is the night you die!"

With a "bang," the white jade medicine bowl was crushed to pieces in Bibi Dong's grip.

The sky gradually darkened. Most of the people in the Pope Hall had finished their work and were resting, with only the Palace Guard Knights remaining on rotation to patrol Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a thin, purple nightgown that revealed her arms and a large expanse of fair skin on her chest, walked down the dim corridor toward the Pope's bedchamber.

Qian Xunji's meditation chamber was located beneath the Pope's bedchamber.