My Poor Xiao Gang!

Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.

Underground Palace.

After Qian Xunji bid farewell to Leng Lingyuan and the other two, he headed straight for the Underground Palace.

At present, there were already three people in the Underground Palace—Bibi Dong, Ah Yin, and Tang Yuehua.

Among the three, Qian Xunji chose Ah Yin first, intending to leave Bibi Dong for last, as he wanted to give her a surprise.

It was time to let Bibi Dong go out and complete her path to godhood.

Suite 003.

Qian Xunji pushed the door open and surveyed the suite. Although it had no contact with the sun, the light emitted by the gemstones held infinite possibilities.

Inside the room, the plants Ah Yin had planted herself had not withered despite the lack of sunlight.

This was the merit of the gemstones in the room.

"Ah Yin, it's been a year. I didn't expect you to be living quite comfortably." Seeing Ah Yin, Qian Xunji couldn't help but tease her.

After a year, Ah Yin appeared even more voluptuous, but this did not diminish her beauty; instead, it added a certain fleshy cuteness to her.

Even though she was already a married woman who had given birth to two children, it did not stop Qian Xunji from applying the word "cute" to her.

"I have been well taken care of by Your Holiness the Pope this past year." Ah Yin was polite and refined; her thoughts had quietly shifted over the course of the year.

She was a woman, too.

She had her own needs.

She also wanted to be nourished.

Of course, her heart still belonged to Tang Hao.

She was a deeply contradictory individual.

Watching the polite Ah Yin, Qian Xunji knew exactly what she was thinking. He found it somewhat amusing and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Women, oh women.

He commanded in a mocking tone, "Ah Yin, rather than verbal thanks, I would prefer to see some practical action."

"Your Holiness, I understand." Ah Yin moved closer to Qian Xunji and began to undress him.

Qian Xunji couldn't help but ask, "Ah Yin, have you ever done this for Tang Hao?"

"N-no." At the mention of Tang Hao, Ah Yin began to scrutinize her current actions, and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with shame.

Qian Xunji had no intention of letting her off easily and pressed, "Really, none?"

"R-really, none." Ah Yin explained, "I only ever had to lie there; Brother Hao never had as many tricks as Your Holiness."

"In that case, this is truly my honor."

"Alright, Ah Yin, kneel down now." Qian Xunji placed his hand on top of Ah Yin's head, and with a gentle push, she followed the motion downward.

Qian Xunji looked at Ah Yin and praised, "Ah Yin, not bad. You are becoming more and more proficient."

Ah Yin's puffed-out cheeks turned even redder.

Qian Xunji was not as gentle with Ah Yin as he was with Leng Lingyuan, Xiao Rou, and Xue Ying.

He pulled away, and amidst Ah Yin's puzzled gaze, he grabbed her shoulders and threw her onto the bed.

Ah Yin, whom Tang Hao cherished so dearly, was being thoroughly exploited in the hands of Qian Xunji.

Ah Yin begged for mercy repeatedly.

Qian Xunji turned a deaf ear, his rhythmic movements becoming so fast they were almost a blur.

At first, it was just heat.

Then, it became scorching.

Finally, it was searing.

This level of temperature was nothing to Qian Xunji.

But for Ah Yin, it was far from comfortable.

She felt that Qian Xunji was definitely doing it on purpose.

However, having said that, although it was painful, the pleasure was also unprecedented.

The sun was high in the sky.

Qian Xunji left Ah Yin's suite, leaving her alone to lie on the bed, gasping for breath.

She was nearly exhausted.

Yet, she had reached a level of pleasure she had never known before.

For the rest of her life, Ah Yin would never forget Qian Xunji, even though her heart still yearned for her Brother Hao.

This was an extremely contradictory individual.

Her spirit remained rational, yet her body had surrendered first.

The second person Qian Xunji sought out was Tang Yuehua.

Tang Yuehua was merely a level ten Spirit Master; naturally, her performance was even more pathetic than Ah Yin's.

Not even three minutes had passed before Tang Yuehua began to beg for mercy, crying out that she couldn't take it anymore, pleading to be let go, swearing she would never dare again and would be perfectly obedient from now on.

But how could Qian Xunji easily let Tang Yuehua off? This time, he was determined to give her an experience she would never forget for the rest of her life.

From now on, Qian Xunji wanted Tang Yuehua's legs to tremble uncontrollably the moment she laid eyes on him.

Tang Yuehua fell into a brief faint.

Qian Xunji knew there was nothing seriously wrong with her; she had simply passed out from the intensity of the pleasure.

Before leaving, he summoned a maid to look after Tang Yuehua.

The maid watched Qian Xunji's departing back, one part yearning and nine parts terrified; their Pope was so powerful he hardly seemed human.

Qian Xunji pushed open the door to Bibi Dong's suite and stepped inside.

The moment he entered, Qian Xunji saw Bibi Dong sitting cross-legged on the bed.

She was currently cultivating.

Although her spirit power had long since reached level eighty, that did not hinder Bibi Dong from practicing.

Bibi Dong believed that one day, sooner or later, she would obtain her eighth spirit ring and become a Spirit Douluo, at which point she would soar to the heavens.

Qian Xunji called out enthusiastically, "Bibi Dong, my dear disciple, have you missed your master?"

It just so happened that Bibi Dong opened her eyes.

Of course she had missed him—she spent almost every day thinking about how to kill Qian Xunji and in what manner she could make him suffer an agonizing death.

Though she hated him in her heart, she had to endure it on the surface; after all, the current Qian Xunji was a Limit Douluo who could easily dictate her life and death.

Bibi Dong hurriedly rose and ran toward Qian Xunji, her face beaming with a smile.

She threw herself into Qian Xunji's embrace, hugging him tightly, and said affectionately, "Teacher, Dong'er has missed you so much; I think of you every single moment."

"Dong'er, my good disciple, I think of you every day as well."

"Now, let us enjoy ourselves together."

"Let's strive to have another child this time," Qian Xunji said, carrying Bibi Dong toward the bed.

Damn you, Qian Xunji, all you ever think about is children, children—I think you've fallen into a pit of obsession.

Over these years, every pregnancy had been a form of torture for Bibi Dong.

Although Bibi Dong hated him in her heart, and although she was unwilling with every fiber of her being, she was powerless to stop it.

She could not refuse Qian Xunji.

It wasn't even a matter of refusal; she had to actively cater to Qian Xunji.

Only then would Qian Xunji believe that she had truly changed.

She refused to believe it—if she could win Qian Xunji's trust in her past life, she would certainly be able to win it in this one!

In truth, the only person she wanted to bear children for was Xiao Gang!

She wondered how Xiao Gang was doing.

Xiao Gang loved her so much; he must still be waiting for her. Her poor, suffering Xiao Gang.

This life was, after all, different from the last.

In her previous life, Qian Xunji had forcefully demanded she break up with Xiao Gang, which had led to Xiao Gang's misunderstandings.

In this life, Qian Xunji hadn't made such a demand, nor had he used Xiao Gang to threaten her much.

Therefore, the current Xiao Gang knew nothing; he was likely still waiting for her in agony.

Sigh, my Xiao Gang!

My poor Xiao Gang!

Xiao Gang, once I get out, once I reunite with you, I will surely make it up to you.

Having lived two lifetimes, Bibi Dong had already abandoned her obsession with certain things.

For instance, her purity.

Bibi Dong believed that as long as she explained, Xiao Gang would surely accept her.

Once she killed Qian Xunji, wiped out the Qian Family, and destroyed the Martial Soul Hall, she could be with her Xiao Gang forever.

Xiao Gang, wait just a little longer; I will strive to see you as soon as I can.

Bibi Dong swore to herself, and as she watched Qian Xunji's face draw closer, she smiled as brightly as a flower: "Teacher, it is my good fortune to bear a child for you."

"Please, Teacher, favor me."