A Tiger Head Delivered from Afar

"Where is the Saintess? Where did the Saintess go? Have any of you seen her?"

Ju Douluo grabbed the Soul Saint by the shoulders with both hands and roared impatiently.

"Weren't you personally keeping watch over them just now? We were all waiting off to the side.

Then you suddenly went crazy, running all the way over here and punching at thin air. What happened to you?"

The Soul Saint shook his head, looking utterly bewildered.

"Punching at thin air? How is that possible?!"

Ju Douluo looked around in disbelief and released his spiritual power.

Yet within the 1.5-kilometer range covered by his spiritual power, he still could not find Wang Jingyu or Bibi Dong.

Ju Douluo had only one thought now: he had been tricked by an Illusion Technique!

And the other party was just a brat with a mere level 20 Soul Power.

In his view, if he had not let his guard down and had kept his spiritual power active alongside his vision the entire time, he would never have fallen for such a low-level Illusion Technique so easily.

After all, the spiritual power of a Titled Douluo was powerful enough to let him detect flaws in a low-level Illusion Technique.

Ju Douluo felt utterly humiliated. He decided to bury everything he had seen today deep in his heart and never reveal it, even in death.

If word got out and the Pope and the other elders learned that he had been tricked by a level 20 piece of trash, he would lose all face.

As they walked, Wang Jingyu suddenly burst out laughing, wearing the expression of a victor.

Bibi Dong was baffled by his sudden laughter, but she immediately opened the Goddess Diary System and happened to see the diary updating.

Ju Huaguan, hmph? You think you can spy on me?

If not for your age, I'd have made you sick to your stomach.

Don't think you're anything special just because you've reached the Titled Douluo level.

No matter how impressive you are, when it comes to Illusion Techniques, you'd still have to drink my foot-washing water.

Just wait until my eyes become the Mangekyo Sharingan. I'll make you have a proper taste of what Tsukuyomi is.

Then you'll understand what it means for flowers to bloom in a different shade... Myehahaha.

Bibi Dong was deeply shaken by what she read.

Wang Jingyu's mastery of Illusion Techniques was actually this terrifying! Even an elder of Spirit Hall had been tricked by him!

She forcibly suppressed the shock in her heart and asked Wang Jingyu in confusion.

"Jingyu, what are you laughing about? It's so creepy."

Wang Jingyu quickly wiped the smile off his face to avoid giving himself away.

"Nothing. I just thought of something funny."

Seeing the suspicion in Bibi Dong's eyes, Wang Jingyu hurriedly changed the subject.

"By the way, Dong'er, how long have you been transmigrated?"

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment before murmuring.

"About three or four years, I think? Time really flies. Honestly, without airplanes or high-speed trains in this world, traveling is really inconvenient."

Although Bibi Dong did not know what airplanes or high-speed trains were, she knew that as long as she repeated the things Wang Jingyu had complained about in his diary before, there would be no problem.

"You're right, Dong'er. Riding in a carriage all the way to the Star Dou Great Forest has nearly shaken me to pieces."

Wang Jingyu walked ahead with a sympathetic look in his eyes as he looked at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong greatly enjoyed that look in his eyes. She knew that the distance between them had invisibly narrowed once more.

Her eyes darted about, and she decided to strike while the iron was hot and get the answer she wanted.

"Jingyu, sorry, can I ask you something?"

Wang Jingyu nodded noncommittally. "Sure."

After thinking for a while, Bibi Dong pursed her lips and asked solemnly.

"I know we're inside a novel now, but I've never read this novel. I only heard some things about it from friends before.

I've always been confused about my future. I want to ask, do you understand this novel? Do you know what my future will be like? What my ending will be?"

Bibi Dong had finally voiced the question she wanted answered. She looked at Wang Jingyu earnestly, her eyes filled with unease and expectation.

"What? You haven't read it?"

Wang Jingyu was stunned. He could not help lamenting how unlucky this girl was, transmigrating into a novel she had never read.

She had no way to avoid danger and seek advantage, and she might very well end up walking the same path as the original Bibi Dong.

Just as Wang Jingyu was considering whether to tell her everything,

a tiger-type soul beast engulfed in flames suddenly sprang out. It was around six meters long and two meters tall, lunging at Wang Jingyu's back.

"Jingyu, watch out! This beast is at least two thousand years old! Strange, why is it here?!"

Bibi Dong shouted angrily and instantly released her martial soul, the Death Spider Emperor. Her Fourth Soul Ring lit up at once.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Thorn Spider Armor!"

Countless purple-black spikes enveloped her body, forming a suit of poisonous armor around her.

A cold glint flashed through her eyes. She clenched her fist, leaped high off the ground, and slammed down on the back of the Crimson Flame Tiger lunging at Wang Jingyu like a comet crashing into the earth.

Her heavy punch caved in the Crimson Flame Tiger's back. Roaring in pain, it turned and swiped a claw at her.

Bibi Dong dodged the Crimson Flame Tiger's enormous claw and charged toward its head.

When Wang Jingyu turned to look at the tiger-type soul beast, an illusory screen appeared before his eyes with its information.

Species: Crimson Flame Tiger. Attribute: Fire. Age: 4,600 years. Can be absorbed as the host's second Soul Ring. After being killed, there is a 0.1% chance of dropping a soul bone...

4,600 years? Good heavens!

Wang Jingyu was overjoyed. He had not expected the Crimson Flame Tiger to come walking right into their trap before they had even entered the region inhabited by thousand-year soul beasts.

It truly fit the saying: "A head delivered from a thousand miles away—the gift may be light, but the sentiment runs deep."

Since that was the case, Wang Jingyu felt that he absolutely could not disappoint the Crimson Flame Tiger's goodwill, so he shouted to Bibi Dong.

"Dong'er, don't kill it! Beat it until it's badly wounded, then let me deliver the final blow!"

"What's the point of you delivering the final blow? You can't absorb it. At your current level, the most you can absorb is a soul beast a little over seven hundred years old."

Bibi Dong shook her head dismissively as her Third Soul Skill lit up.

She spat web after web toward the Crimson Flame Tiger, but before they could fall over its head, the flames it breathed out instantly set them alight.

She was not discouraged. With a flash, she dodged the Crimson Flame Tiger's flames and struck beneath its jaw, dislocating it on the spot.

Her fighting style was extremely brutal, much like how Liu Erlong had violently beaten the King of the Earth in the original work.

The Crimson Flame Tiger could only howl miserably under her blows. Before Bibi Dong, it had no ability to fight back at all.

After all, Bibi Dong was a Soul King with a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring. If she could not overpower a four-thousand-year soul beast, that would be truly absurd.