My Poor Xiao Gang!

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Underground Palace.

After bidding farewell to Leng Lingyuan and the others, Qian Xunji headed straight for the Underground Palace.

By now, three people lived in the Underground Palace—Bibi Dong, Ah Yin, and Tang Yuehua.

Of the three, Qian Xunji chose Ah Yin first. Bibi Dong was to be saved for last, because he wanted to give her a surprise.

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

Suite 003.

Qian Xunji pushed open the door and looked around the suite. Though no sunlight could reach it, the gems still cast a light full of endless possibilities.

The plants Ah Yin had grown in the room hadn't withered despite being cut off from the sun.

That was thanks to the gems inside.

"Ah Yin, it's been a year. I didn't expect you to be living so comfortably." Seeing her, Qian Xunji couldn't resist teasing her.

After a year apart, Ah Yin had grown fuller. It hadn't taken away from her beauty; instead, it had given her a soft, cuddly charm.

Though she was already a married woman who had given birth to two children, that didn't stop Qian Xunji from calling her cute.

"I'm grateful for Your Holiness the Pope's care this past year." Ah Yin was impeccably polite. Over the course of the year, her thoughts had quietly begun to change.

She was a woman, too.

She had needs, too.

She wanted to be indulged, too.

Of course, her heart still belonged to Tang Hao.

She was a walking contradiction.

Seeing how polite Ah Yin was, Qian Xunji knew exactly what she was thinking. He couldn't help finding it amusing, and sighed inwardly, Women.

In a teasing tone, he ordered, "Ah Yin, I'd rather see you show your gratitude through actions than words."

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

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

"N-no." The moment Tang Hao came up, Ah Yin began to examine what she was doing. Shame washed over her.

But Qian Xunji wasn't about to let her off that easily. "Really?"

"I-I really haven't." Ah Yin explained, "I only ever had to lie still. Hao Ge never tried as many things as Your Holiness the Pope."

"Then I suppose this really is an honor."

"All right, Ah Yin. Get down on your knees."

Qian Xunji placed a hand on Ah Yin's head. He barely needed to press before she followed his hand downward.

Looking at her, he praised, "Ah Yin, not bad. You're getting more and more practiced."

Ah Yin's puffed cheeks flushed even redder.

With Ah Yin, Qian Xunji was nothing like the gentle man he had been with Leng Lingyuan, Xiao Rou, and Xue Ying.

He pulled away, then grabbed Ah Yin by the shoulders and threw her onto the bed, leaving her staring at him in confusion.

Tang Hao had treasured Ah Yin dearly, but in Qian Xunji's hands, she was pushed to her limits.

Ah Yin begged him to stop again and again.

Qian Xunji ignored her. His movements were so fast that they blurred.

At first, she was merely warm.

Then she was hot.

Finally, she was burning.

For Qian Xunji, the heat was nothing.

But Ah Yin could hardly bear it.

She was sure he was doing it on purpose.

Still, painful as it was, the pleasure was unlike anything she had ever felt.

The sun had climbed high overhead.

Qian Xunji left Ah Yin's suite, leaving her alone, sprawled on the bed and struggling to catch her breath.

She was almost completely spent.

But she had also reached a level of pleasure she had never known before.

Ah Yin would never forget Qian Xunji for the rest of her life, even though she still thought constantly of her Hao Ge.

She was a walking contradiction.

Her mind remained clear, but her body had already surrendered.

The second person Qian Xunji visited was Tang Yuehua.

Tang Yuehua was only a ten-level Soul Master, so she fared even worse than Ah Yin.

Before even three minutes had passed, Tang Yuehua began begging for mercy, crying that she couldn't take any more, pleading with him to let her go, and promising she would never dare again and would behave from then on.

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

From now on, he wanted Tang Yuehua's legs to tremble whenever she saw him.

Tang Yuehua briefly lost consciousness.

Qian Xunji knew she was fine; she had simply fainted from happiness.

Before leaving, he called a maid in to look after her.

Watching Qian Xunji walk away, the maid felt one part longing and nine parts fear. Their Pope was so powerful he hardly seemed human.

Qian Xunji pushed open the door to Bibi Dong's Suite One and went inside.

As soon as he entered, he saw Bibi Dong sitting cross-legged on the bed.

She was cultivating.

Her Soul Power had long since reached level eighty, but that didn't stop her from cultivating.

Bibi Dong believed that sooner or later, she would obtain her Eighth Soul Ring and become a Soul Douluo. Then she would soar to greatness.

Qian Xunji called out warmly, "Bibi Dong, my good disciple. Have you missed your teacher?"

As if on cue, Bibi Dong opened her eyes.

Of course she had—almost every day, she thought about how to kill Qian Xunji and how to make him suffer before he died.

She hated him, but she had to keep up appearances. Qian Xunji was now a Limit Douluo and could decide her fate with ease.

Bibi Dong quickly stood and ran toward Qian Xunji, a smile spreading across her face.

She threw herself into his arms and hugged him, saying affectionately, "Teacher, Dong'er missed you so much. I think about you every waking moment."

"Dong'er, my dear disciple, I think about you every day, too."

"Now, let's have some fun together."

"Let's see if we can make another baby this time." Qian Xunji carried Bibi Dong toward the bed.

Damn Qian Xunji. All you ever think about is babies, babies. You're obsessed with them.

Over the years, carrying each child had been torture for Bibi Dong.

She hated him and wanted none of this, but she was powerless.

She couldn't refuse Qian Xunji.

It wasn't even a matter of refusing—she had to actively please him.

Only then would Qian Xunji believe she had truly changed.

She refused to believe that if she had managed to win his trust in her previous life, she couldn't do it again in this one!

Truthfully, the person she really wanted to have children with was Xiao Gang!

She wondered how Xiao Gang was doing.

Xiao Gang loved me so much. He must still be waiting for me. My poor Xiao Gang.

After all, things were different in this life than they had been in her previous one.

In her previous life, Qian Xunji had forcefully demanded that she break up with Xiao Gang, leading to his misunderstanding.

In this life, Qian Xunji hadn't forced her to do so. He hadn't even used Xiao Gang to threaten her.

So Xiao Gang knew nothing. He was probably still waiting for her all this time.

Oh, my Xiao Gang!

My poor Xiao Gang!

Xiao Gang, when I get out and we meet again, I'll make it up to you.

Having lived two lives, Bibi Dong had let go of certain things she'd once clung to.

Her purity, for instance.

Bibi Dong believed that if she explained everything, Xiao Gang would surely accept her.

As long as she killed Qian Xunji, wiped out the Qian Family, and destroyed Spirit Hall, she could be with her Xiao Gang forever.

Xiao Gang, wait a little longer. I'll do my best to see you as soon as I can.

Bibi Dong silently swore to herself. As Qian Xunji's face drew closer, she smiled sweetly and said, "Teacher, it's my good fortune to bear your children."

"Please, teacher, take me."