One Body, Two Souls; Life and Death Tied Together

Over the next few days, Qian Renxue would sneak into the Saintess Hall from time to time, hiding far away to observe.

She even intentionally made some noise, pretending to be discovered by accident.

In reality, she was testing Bibi Dong's reactions.

If Bibi Dong maintained that cold, indifferent gaze, she would turn and run.

If Bibi Dong showed a look of confusion, she would approach.

Although Bibi Dong had no desire to pay any attention to Qian Renxue—even with Nan Feng controlling her body—there was a catch.

Nan Feng threatened her: if she didn't cooperate with his plan, she could forget about killing Qian Xunji, and they would see who could outlast whom.

However, if she missed this opportunity, who knew when the next one would come?

Ten years later? Or twenty?

Furthermore, without killing Qian Xunji, the Rakshasa Secret Realm could not be opened, and Bibi Dong would be unable to reach the inheritance of the Rakshasa God, making her revenge a distant, unreachable dream.

Unless she was willing to kill Qian Renxue and use her soul as a substitute; that would not only open the secret realm but also serve as the ultimate revenge against Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu.

But she clearly couldn't bring herself to do it, or she would have acted long ago.

Thus, Bibi Dong had no choice but to cooperate with Nan Feng.

The two took turns taking control.

After half a month of this, even Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo were deeply convinced that Bibi Dong had suffered a cultivation deviation.

Especially since every time Bibi Dong shifted, the two soul powers of her Twin Martial Souls would briefly clash, which completely solidified the belief in the drawbacks of her Twin Martial Souls.

During this period, Qian Xunji's injuries had stabilized, and Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo no longer stood guard by his side every single day.

Bibi Dong felt the time was right.

"Nan Feng, prepare to act."

However, the expected response did not come.

The Sea of Consciousness was deathly silent; the guy who was usually a chatterbox was now completely mute.

"Nan Feng?" Bibi Dong's brows furrowed, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart. "Are you playing dead?"

"Not playing dead, I'm contemplating life."

After a long while, Nan Feng's lazy voice finally drawled, "I'm thinking about a very serious question."

"What question?"

"When the cunning rabbit dies, the hound is boiled. When the birds are gone, the bow is put away," Nan Feng said eerily.

"Little Dong-dong, the reason we can get along so harmoniously right now is because you want to kill Qian Xunji, and I can stop you from killing him, so you are forced to cooperate with me."

"But..."

"Once Qian Xunji is truly dead and your great revenge is fulfilled, what about me?"

"What do you mean?" Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed.

Nan Feng stretched in the Sea of Consciousness. "I mean, you are a woman with a ruthless heart and no bottom line. Once you lose the target of Qian Xunji, will you turn around and try every possible way to purge me, this parasite?"

"After all, I am an uncontrollable variable, aren't I?"

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, then sneered, "You're overthinking it. I said that as long as you help me become a god, I will take you to transcendence. This is a transaction."

"A transaction? That is based on the premise of equal strength," Nan Feng scoffed.

"Breaking promises and killing the donkey once it's off the mill is the greatest trait of humans. The Emperor has never believed a single word of a human's guarantee."

"What's more..."

Nan Feng paused, his tone turning sinister:

"After killing Qian Xunji, your next step is to open the Rakshasa Secret Realm to accept the inheritance of the Rakshasa God."

"That is the power of a god. Who knows if the Rakshasa God might have some method to strip me from your martial soul, or even wipe me out directly?"

"We are in the same boat now, but once you reach the shore, I'll still be soaking in the water."

"I value my life, and I don't want to be that boiled hound."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's heart sank.

This guy... he was actually sharp to this degree.

Indeed, she did have that intention in her heart.

No powerhouse is willing to have another uncontrollable soul living inside their own body.

Once she killed Qian Xunji, devoured that guy's soul, and opened the Rakshasa Secret Realm, her next target would be this Death Spider Emperor!

If she could use divine power to completely erase this "old rascal," that would be for the best.

If she couldn't, she would at least find a way to suppress him completely and regain absolute dominance over her body.

Since her thoughts had been laid bare, Bibi Dong simply stopped pretending.

"So?"

Bibi Dong said coldly, "Do you intend to keep that beast alive forever? Using him to blackmail me?"

"That is indeed the plan," Nan Feng said leisurely.

"After all, you can't do anything to me right now, and as long as Qian Xunji is still breathing, you won't want to die."

"Even if you can't become a god, you can at least live for another hundred or eighty years. The Emperor will just consider this a failed investment. Forget about the Rakshasa Secret Realm; wouldn't it be interesting if we just spent our lives loving and killing each other like this?"

"You!!!"

Bibi Dong was trembling with rage.

This bastard! This shameless rogue!

"What exactly do you want?!" Bibi Dong forced herself to suppress her fury.

"Little Dong-dong, it's not about what I want, it's about what you want," Nan Feng said helplessly.

"Whether it was the sacrifice before or the threats now, I have only ever done this to survive. I don't want to die, even if it means clinging to you like a parasite, living a wretched life."

"I would love to trust you, to cooperate with you, for us to have a mutually beneficial relationship, but unfortunately, you aren't even willing to satisfy my most basic need to survive. Instead, you spend every waking moment thinking about how to wipe me out."

"If I don't help you, you can't become a god. If I do help you, it's suicide."

"What can I do? I'm desperate too."

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Then what is it that you want!"

"It's simple. Think of a way to make me feel secure," Nan Feng said leisurely.

"I need to not worry about you discarding me once your goal is achieved, and not worry about when you might decide to erase me."

"If we can't solve this problem, then let's just waste our lives away together."

Bibi Dong was on the verge of a breakdown.

She regretted it now more than anything—why had she been so greedy for that bit of sacrifice back then!

Now she was stuck with this old rogue!

And currently, she had absolutely no way to deal with him!

"Shameless! Despicable! Filthy!"

"Nan Feng, you beast, you deserve to die a thousand deaths!!"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, wishing she could split her own head open, drag out that disgusting soul inside, and crush it underfoot.

Why had she ever believed the lies of this Old Spider? The sacrifice, the promise to help her become a god—it was all bait!

It was a poison wrapped in sugar; easy to swallow, but now she couldn't spit it out, and it was sitting in her gut, ready to explode at any moment.

"Go ahead, keep cursing."

Nan Feng's infuriating voice sounded again. "Cursing might make you feel a little better. After all, we have a long life ahead of us; you need a channel to vent."

"The nights are long and lonely. Having a thoughtful big brother like me here in your Sea of Consciousness to chat, keep you company, help you raise children, and even fight for you—that's a privilege others couldn't even dream of."

"Look, you're living alone anyway, and we're just making do. In a few decades, you'll be old, I'll be tired, and we'll both return to dust. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"You..." Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently, her eyes rimmed with red.

She couldn't afford to wait.

Every single second, the thought of Qian Xunji still alive and gasping for breath in the Pope Palace made her feel as if ants were gnawing at her entire body.

Ten years? Twenty years?

No, she couldn't wait even one more day!

"Fine..."

After a long while, Bibi Dong seemed to have all the strength drained from her body. She slumped against the headboard, the rage in her eyes replaced by a profound sense of powerlessness.

"You win."

"Nan Feng, you win."

Bibi Dong's voice was hoarse, carrying a tone of near-begging compromise. "As long as you let me kill Qian Xunji, as long as you let me have my revenge... I will agree to any condition."

Seeing that the timing was right, Nan Feng, who had been in a state of "letting it rot," finally dropped his flippant tone.

Bibi Dong's psychological defenses had been worn to their limit by this series of "shameless" tactics.

Right now, she was willing to pay any price to kill Qian Xunji.

In the Sea of Consciousness, the massive phantom of the purple Spider Emperor slowly opened its eight ghostly green eyes, staring directly at Bibi Dong's soul.

"Bibi Dong, you are a smart person."

"You should understand that the biggest problem between us is a crisis of trust."

"I don't believe you'll spare me after you become a god, and you don't believe I'll help you with all my heart."

"This suspicion is unsolvable."

"Unless... we can resolve the possibility of betrayal at its very root."

Bibi Dong snapped her head up: "What do you mean?"

"A Soul Blood Pact," Nan Feng said indifferently, "not a simple parasitism like the current one, but a true fusion of our soul origins."

"This is a forbidden contract originating from ancient soul beasts. Once formed, we will truly become two souls in one body, sharing the same fate of life and death."

"If I die, your soul will instantly shatter; if you die, I will also be reduced to ashes."

"Even if you become a god in the future, the moment you attempt to excise me, your divine soul will suffer irreversible trauma, potentially causing you to fall from your divine pedestal or even perish."

"Only when the cost of killing me becomes too great for you to bear can I believe that you truly will not kill me."

"This is what I want—a sense of security."

Bibi Dong's pupils constricted sharply.

A Soul Blood Pact? Sharing the same fate?

This meant she would forever lose absolute control over her own soul; it meant this Old Spider would truly become an inseparable part of her life!

This was far more thorough than parasitism; this was simply... selling half of her soul to this spider!