The Follow-Up Move

Qian Xunji wasn't sure about Bibi Dong's injuries, and he didn't dare to stay in the same space alone with her. Enduring the injuries within his body, he quickly walked towards the Pope Hall.

Bibi Dong watched Qian Xunji's retreating back with cold eyes, making no move to stop him.

For one, she wasn't sure if Qian Xunji could still use his Crystal Wall. For another, the Rakshasa God's poison would use Qian Xunji's soul power today as nourishment to grow the Soul Devouring Worms.

At that time, Qian Xunji would also not escape the fate of being devoured.

She only regretted not being able to personally flay this villain who had brought her endless humiliation and pain.

She got up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and after regulating her breathing, slowly walked out of the side hall.

At the entrance, Chrysanthemum and Ghost were already waiting for a long time. They were now vigilantly watching her, guarding against her every move.

Bibi Dong didn't look up at the two. The sunlight outside couldn't dispel the gloom in her heart.

"Where are you going?"

Chrysanthemum and Ghost exchanged glances. As Qian Xunji's current right-hand men, they had received orders to capture the Saintess and imprison her.

They had expected it to take some effort, but they hadn't expected Bibi Dong to show no intention of resisting at all.

"Alas, Saintess, follow this old man."

Ghost Douluo vanished, guarding against Bibi Dong's sudden outburst from the shadows, while Yue Guan led Bibi Dong towards the Martial Soul Hall's prison.

"Saintess, if you wait a while longer, the Martial Soul Hall will inevitably be yours to command. Why commit such a rebellious act?"

Bibi Dong was practically raised by Yue Guan. Seeing the master and disciple fall out to this extent, the old man of Martial Soul Hall felt a great deal of emotion, and his words became more numerous.

But their Saintess, having failed in her assassination attempt, clearly had no intention of paying him any mind. She simply followed him step by step towards the prison.

After sealing her soul power through special means, Yue Guan sighed deeply, then closed the prison door and left.

Bibi Dong's assassination attempt seemed like a mere interlude, and the news did not spread widely.

Even Qian Renxue, Qian Xunji's daughter, knew nothing of the matter. The next day, as usual, she came to visit Qian Xunji, only to feel that her father's complexion, which had been gradually regaining color a few days prior, had turned paler again.

"Father, has your injury relapsed?"

"It's nothing, Xiao Xue. The injury is recovering. I'm fine."

"Is that so?"

Little Angel looked suspicious, but since her father had said so, she couldn't force herself to expose him.

After staying with Qian Xunji for a while and seeing that her father truly didn't look like his injuries had worsened, Qian Renxue finally felt relieved and headed back to the Worship Hall.

After his daughter left, Qian Xunji clenched his fists with a ferocious expression.

While his physical injuries were indeed slowly healing, ever since his soul power had returned, he had frequently felt a soul-tearing pain.

This was something that had never happened before. The only thing he could think of was the medicine his disciple had given him.

That medicine must be able to affect his soul.

For several consecutive days, the pain in Qian Xunji's soul not only did not lessen but instead intensified.

It reached a point where he couldn't even rest and recuperate properly. Helpless, Qian Xunji had no choice but to drag his injured body to the prison.

The master and disciple met again through the iron bars. Bibi Dong seemed to have expected Qian Xunji to come, a subtle curve appearing at the corner of her lips.

After several days of contemplation, she actually felt that this was for the better. Killing Qian Xunji so quickly would have been too easy for him. Now, torturing him for a while longer was also good.

"Bibi Dong, hand over the antidote. I can let bygones be bygones, and you will still be the Saintess, second only to me in Martial Soul Hall."

"Master, you jest. This disciple's assassination attempt has already failed, and I am now tasting the bitter consequences. I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Have you been overworked lately and injured your brain?"

Qian Xunji clenched his fists, his anger reaching its peak. For a good-for-nothing, his own disciple, whom he had personally raised, was delivering the most devastating blow to him.

With a cold snort, Qian Xunji, having failed to achieve his goal, flicked his sleeves and left.

Even at this moment, he was still hoping that Bibi Dong would reconcile with him for Qian Renxue's sake.

But he didn't know that Bibi Dong's heart was now filled only with hatred.

A few days later, the pain in Qian Xunji's soul became unbearable. Helpless, he had no choice but to go to the Worship Hall to seek help from Qian Daoliu.

Although there was a rift between father and son, under the bond of blood, Qian Daoliu was not going to stand idly by.

However, no matter how Qian Daoliu investigated, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with Qian Xunji.

"According to you, a bowl of medicinal soup couldn't cause soul injuries. Yet the pain is real. What exactly is going on?"

"I don't know. Bibi Dong refuses to relent."

"Alas, karma. If it were just pain, it would be fine. That would be the suffering you deserve. I'm just afraid there will be further consequences."

Although Qian Daoliu was a Level 99 Peerless Douluo, his strength unmatched on the continent, he still couldn't shake the methods of a god.

The Soul Devouring Worms released by the Rakshasa God were undetectable by his spiritual cultivation.

"Damn it. If I can't recover in the next few days, then this beast will have no one to blame but himself for the breakdown of our master-disciple relationship."

With no method to treat or alleviate the pain in his soul, Qian Xunji left in a rage. Passing through the garden, he merely nodded and offered a few words of encouragement to the joyful Qian Renxue and Lin Beiya standing nearby before departing.

This caused the Little Angel's expression to dim instantly; she had assumed her father had come to the Worship Hall to see her, having rushed over the moment she set aside her training.

Beside her, Lin Beiya stared fixedly at Qian Xunji's retreating back, feeling that something was fundamentally wrong. Even with the Aries Gold Cloth equipped, it could not mask the aura of decay between the brows of this Martial Soul Hall Pope. Logically, if the man was still alive, shouldn't Bibi Dong's operation have failed?

"Xiao Xue, why is the Pope running to the Worship Hall instead of properly recuperating these past few days?"

"I'm not sure either. I only know that Father's complexion has been getting worse and worse, even though it clearly had an effect when he put on the Gold Cloth a few days ago."

"I see."

Unable to fathom the reason, Lin Beiya had no choice but to suppress his concerns; after all, he had already done everything he could, and he was powerless to do anything more.

In the days that followed, as the Soul Devouring Worm grew stronger, Qian Xunji became increasingly irritable.

The sensation of his soul being torn apart grew more and more intense. Nowadays, he frequently woke up screaming from his sleep, only to writhe on the ground in agony, clutching his head.

Having lost all patience, he arrived at the Martial Soul Hall prison early in the morning, accompanied by Chrysanthemum and Ghost.

"Bibi Dong, hand over the antidote. This is your last chance; otherwise, today will be the day you die."

Bibi Dong, who had been sitting cross-legged, slowly opened her eyes. Qian Xunji's pale, twisted face—distorted by extreme pain—brought her a sense of exhilaration.

"Teacher, this disciple truly does not know what you are talking about."

"Didn't we make that very clear the other day? This disciple has already realized her mistakes and is currently reflecting properly here in the prison."

"I hope Teacher takes care to rest; your complexion has not been looking very good lately."

Watching Bibi Dong struggle to suppress her excitement, the rage in Qian Xunji's heart reached its peak.

"Heh, do you think I have no way to deal with you?"

"Just you wait. I will send men to chop that piece of trash into pieces and feed him to the dogs right now!"

"You dare!"

Hearing that Qian Xunji intended to take a knife to a certain Grandmaster, Bibi Dong's expression changed instantly, no longer as composed and at ease as before.