Bibi Dong: Lin Qiu, Grow Up Well!

Lin Qiu felt that with his current physical strength alone, he could punch a century-old soul beast to death.

If he were to combine that with the divine power within his body, he would even have the strength to fight someone like Qian Renxue.

And this was only after having just begun practicing the Dao Scripture.

If he were to cultivate it to a profound level, he feared he could truly walk sideways across the Douluo Continent.

Night fell.

Martial Soul City was brightly lit.

Lin Qiu had just finished a day of cultivation, his body covered in expelled impurities and sweat.

He was just about to call for a maid to fetch water for a bath.

The door was gently pushed open.

A faint, lingering fragrance drifted in with the breeze.

It was not the scent of flowers, but a noble and elegant cold fragrance that brought peace of mind to anyone who smelled it.

Lin Qiu turned his head and saw a stunningly beautiful figure.

Bibi Dong.

She had already removed her heavy papal crown and changed into a light purple silk nightgown.

Her long hair was draped loosely over her shoulders, shedding some of her usual majesty for a touch of languid charm.

The material of the nightgown was exquisite, clinging to her graceful body and outlining breathtaking curves.

Beneath the hem of the dress, a segment of snow-white calf was exposed, glowing with an ivory luster under the candlelight.

"..."

Lin Qiu was somewhat surprised.

At this hour, Bibi Dong should normally still be handling church affairs.

Bibi Dong looked at Lin Qiu's filthy appearance, her brows furrowing slightly before smoothing out, her eyes filled with doting affection.

She moved with lotus steps to stand before Lin Qiu, not minding the sweat on him, and pulled a clean white silk handkerchief from her bosom to gently wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"How did you get yourself so dirty?"

Bibi Dong's voice was very soft, permeated with an indescribable tenderness.

"Working hard in secret again?"

Lin Qiu obediently let her wipe his face, looking up with a smile:

"I want to become stronger quickly so that I can protect Teacher in the future."

The movement of Bibi Dong's hand paused.

She looked at the child with clear eyes before her, and the softest part of her heart was struck hard.

Protect me?

In this world, everyone fears me, respects me, or hates me.

Only this child says he wants to protect me.

A smile played on the corners of Bibi Dong's lips as she reached out to gently pinch Lin Qiu's cheek.

"Little rascal."

"As long as you are safe and sound, Teacher is happy."

Suddenly.

As if remembering something, Bibi Dong's gentle eyes sank instantly, and her tone carried a hint of coldness.

"I heard that the spawn, Qian Renxue, came to see you today?"

Spawn.

Every time he heard this term, Lin Qiu felt a sense of helplessness.

But he dared not show it on his face, so he could only nod honestly.

"Sister Xue'er came to find me..."

"You are not allowed to call her sister!"

Bibi Dong abruptly interrupted Lin Qiu, her voice rising sharply.

She pulled Lin Qiu into her arms with astonishing force, as if she were afraid that he might be snatched away.

Lin Qiu found it difficult to breathe.

The pleasant scent of Bibi Dong's body lingered at the tip of his nose, but he had no heart to enjoy it, feeling only as if his neck were about to be snapped.

Bibi Dong's voice echoed gloomily above his head:

"Qiu'er, you must remember."

"That bastard child is no good; she belongs to the Qian Family, and dirty blood flows through her veins."

"Stay away from her from now on."

"If she comes to bother you again, you must tell me immediately. I will deal with her for you."

Bibi Dong's fingers gently stroked Lin Qiu's back, her tone paranoid and frantic.

"You are mine."

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to leave this courtyard, nor are you allowed to go anywhere with anyone."

"Not even that old thing, Qian Daoliu."

Lin Qiu was being squeezed so hard he was about to roll his eyes.

This possessiveness was far too intense.

However, he understood; Bibi Dong was currently on the verge of turning dark, and a twisted psyche was only to be expected.

Just as Lin Qiu was struggling for survival in Bibi Dong's embrace, the system in his mind exploded once again.

[Alert! Alert!]

[Host detected being restrained by a powerhouse of the Xiantai Realm! Imprisonment imminent!]

[A Xiantai powerhouse ascends with every step; their terror is boundless!]

[The opponent's emotional state is extremely unstable; the host is in constant danger of losing his life!]

[Long-term survival mission triggered!]

[Mission Objective: Obtain the ultimate favor of the Xiantai powerhouse Bibi Dong, and survive in her hands for two and a half years.]

Listening to the system's prompts, Lin Qiu almost couldn't help but roll his eyes.

A Xiantai powerhouse?

This system's rating of Bibi Dong's strength was truly ridiculously high.

But...

Survive in Bibi Dong's hands?

What kind of mission was this?

As long as he behaved, Bibi Dong would be too busy doting on him to ever kill him.

This was a completely free reward.

Bibi Dong seemed to sense the anomaly in the person within her arms.

She loosened her grip slightly and looked down at Lin Qiu.

Those beautiful purple eyes narrowed slightly as she scrutinized him, a flicker of doubt crossing her gaze.

"Qiu'er, why do I feel... that you are a bit different today?"

Just now, when she held Lin Qiu, she clearly felt that his body seemed to contain an extremely pure and vast Bloodline Power.

It felt like a dormant young dragon.

Even her own martial soul had faintly produced a tremor.

How could this be?

Lin Qiu hadn't even awakened his martial soul yet.

Lin Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly blinked his eyes in feigned innocence.

"Different?"

"Maybe it's because I ate more today?"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong let out a soft laugh.

The charm of that moment was like a hundred flowers in full bloom, breathtakingly beautiful.

She didn't pursue the matter further, assuming it was just her own illusion.

Perhaps the child was simply gifted with a physique superior to ordinary people.

"Alright, it's getting late."

"Go take a bath; tonight, Teacher will sleep with you."

Bibi Dong patted Lin Qiu on the bottom.

Lin Qiu felt helpless, forced to act like a marionette, allowing Bibi Dong to manipulate him as she pleased.

Time flew by like a white horse passing a crevice.

In the blink of an eye, two and a half years had quietly slipped away.

Over these past two years and more.

Life for Lin Qiu in Martial Soul Hall was nothing short of divine.

He wanted for nothing, with every need catered to instantly.

Bibi Dong doted on him to the extreme, granting his every request without hesitation.

A constant stream of rare medicinal herbs and spirit beast meat was delivered to his side hall.

In the eyes of everyone in Martial Soul Hall, although Lin Qiu was only an adopted son in name, his status was even higher than that of the legitimate young mistress, Qian Renxue.

However.

Bibi Dong's supervision of Lin Qiu was incredibly strict, and she forbade anyone from disturbing him at will.

This resulted in a situation where, even though everyone in Martial Soul Hall knew of such a special existence, very few truly understood Lin Qiu's circumstances.

This also cast a veil of mystery over Lin Qiu.

Early morning.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the window lattice, spilling onto the soft, large bed.

Lin Qiu opened his eyes in a daze.

What met his gaze was a expanse of snow-white skin, so dazzling it made one dizzy.

At this moment, he was being held in Bibi Dong's arms, clutched just like a doll.