Bibi Dong's Obsession

In Bibi Dong's room in the Pope Palace, she lay tossing and turning in her white pajamas, unable to fall asleep.

Her mind kept circling back to Chen Qi and Qian Renxue.

In her plan, Qian Renxue had to go to the Heaven Dou Empire and take Xue Qinghe's place. Then she would slowly poison Xue Ye and finally inherit the throne without a hitch.

That way, the Heaven Dou Empire would fall into their hands without them lifting a finger.

But Chen Qi had stuck his nose in and changed Qian Renxue's mind. She no longer wanted to go undercover.

Instead, she wanted to focus on her cultivation and take the position of the new Pope away from Bibi Dong.

Given Qian Renxue's talent, Bibi Dong dared say that in less than ten years, she could reach the level of a Titled Douluo.

Then, if she inherited the Angel Godhood, Bibi Dong would lose for good.

"No! I can't let that happen! The Qian Family absolutely cannot produce a god. I have to sit down and have a serious talk with her."

Bibi Dong had been thinking all this over when she abruptly sat up, muttering as though she'd just woken from a nightmare.

She had only just taken the throne as Pope, and her career was barely underway. She absolutely couldn't let Qian Renxue ruin her plans.

Outside Qian Renxue's house in Spirit Hall, after a whole day of Soul Hunting, the two of them had finally collected both Soul Rings at an astonishing pace.

The two Soul Rings were 1,200 and 3,400 years old, utterly shattering that laughable theory about the maximum age of a Martial Soul.

Inside the house, Chen Qi couldn't wait to lie down on the floor and breathe in the air to his heart's content.

"I'm finally inside. Spending the whole day outside was miserable."

Seeing him like that, Qian Renxue frowned in distaste and asked,

"Do gods like staying cooped up at home?"

At her words, Chen Qi paused.

What did she mean, gods liked staying cooped up at home?

Who didn't want to stay home? Going out meant being battered by wind and sun and having to face a crowd of strangers. Just the thought of it was terrifying.

Chen Qi still remembered the humiliating time he'd had to defend his thesis, facing questions from several professors and wishing he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

"You wouldn't understand. It's called a sense of security. Only a cramped, dark room can make me feel completely safe."

Chen Qi spoke with utmost seriousness.

Beside him, Qian Renxue rolled her eyes, speechless.

So gods could be shut-ins too!

The Angel God hadn't appeared in all these years. Could she have been holed up in the Angel Temple, refusing to come out?

Qian Renxue silently grumbled to herself, feeling that humans and gods weren't all that different after all.

She couldn't help worrying about what she'd be like if she really became the Angel God.

The next morning, Chen Qi slowly woke up in bed. Feeling warmth in his arms, he immediately opened his eyes—and found himself gazing straight at Qian Renxue.

"Good morning, Master. What a coincidence—you just woke up too?"

Qian Renxue blushed. In all her life, no one had ever been this rude to her.

"Get out!"

Smack!

In the bathroom, Qian Renxue had set up two screens, which happened to block the view inside.

She was happily taking a bath behind them, while Chen Qi played by himself outside.

Both of Chen Qi's faces bore bright red handprints. They were quite symmetrical, too.

"Master, could you please stop slapping me the moment you wake up?"

"If you hadn't climbed into bed and hugged me, would I have slapped you?"

Qian Renxue pouted from the bathtub.

Chen Qi was at a loss for words.

The range was only three meters, and stepping outside it triggered an automatic teleportation. Chen Qi had simply rolled over, only to inexplicably end up in bed.

What? You want to know why he didn't get back out?

Think about it. Since he was already there, why leave? Besides, it was the middle of the night and he was so sleepy. It was impressive enough that he'd regained consciousness for a second or two.

After that, he'd automatically passed out, and no one could wake him.

"Qian Renxue! Your instructor has come to see you in person today. Hurry out and meet me!"

Outside the house, Bibi Dong stood at the door in the papal robes she'd worn for a thousand years without changing, shouting loudly into the house.

Qian Renxue frowned at the sound. Why did people always interrupt her while she was bathing? She should change her name tomorrow—not Qian Renxue anymore, but Shizuka.

"What does that wretched woman want now? She's so annoying!"

She slapped the water hard. A three-foot-high splash soared over the screen and landed on Chen Qi's head.

"Hey, Master, what are you doing?"

Chen Qi lowered his soaked head and complained.

"Wait while I get dressed. I'm going to give that wretched woman a piece of my mind!"

Qian Renxue completely ignored Chen Qi's presence, wishing she could charge outside that very moment and give Bibi Dong a tongue-lashing.

Seeing that Qian Renxue hadn't noticed him at all, Chen Qi flushed with anger.

He'd transmigrated as Qian Renxue's Martial Soul, and now he had to watch a dysfunctional mother and daughter bicker every day. It was like the end of the world.

Especially that wretched, love-struck idiot Bibi Dong. For the sake of that Sima Yu Xiaogang, she could even scheme against her own daughter. If she lost her temper, Chen Qi couldn't even imagine how terrifying she'd be.

"I'm tired. Let it all be destroyed. System, destroy me too. Let this miserable protagonist, who barely even exists, be scattered to the winds!"

Chen Qi poured out his grievances to the system.

He wished so badly that he could go back to the moment he'd first transmigrated and simply do nothing until he died.

"Ding. The system does not support haggling. Besides, I told you that you'd be following Qian Renxue forever, listening to the two of them argue every day."

A stab straight to the heart!

This was sheer cruelty! If it wouldn't kill him, they'd torture him instead!

Outside the house, Qian Renxue lifted her chin and glared viciously at Bibi Dong, who leaned on her scepter.

"What do you want, you wretched woman?"

"Impudent! Is this how your mother taught you to speak, Qian Renxue?"

At her words, Qian Renxue sneered and pointed at Bibi Dong.

"This is my mother."

Bibi Dong realized that what she'd said had come out wrong. She coughed twice and continued,

"Don't change the subject. I'm here to have you represent Spirit Hall at the birthday celebration for Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire."

This time, Bibi Dong had come up with a flawless plan. All she had to do was trick Qian Renxue into attending the birthday banquet, then find someone to kill Xue Qinghe while they were there. If Qian Renxue didn't want to become Xue Qinghe, she would be a murderer and would be arrested and thrown into prison.

That would force her to impersonate Xue Qinghe.

If Chen Qi had known what she was thinking, he would definitely have said,

"Seriously? Is the Worship Hall just for show?"

Besides, even if Qian Renxue had killed him, so what? Would Xue Ye really dare arrest her?

Qian Renxue thought Bibi Dong's suggestion was a joke. Have her represent Spirit Hall? How could Bibi Dong have the nerve?

Besides, Qian Renxue's identity had never been publicly revealed. Who would believe it if they suddenly claimed she was an important figure from Spirit Hall?

"Bibi Dong, what kind of ridiculous dream are you having? You're planning to trick me into going undercover again, aren't you?"

At Qian Renxue's words, Bibi Dong was startled.

Since when had Qian Renxue gotten so clever?

She looked at the innocent Chen Qi behind her and nodded. She was certain Chen Qi had done it—he must have warned Qian Renxue beforehand.

Otherwise, Qian Renxue would never have guessed her true purpose.

It had to be that.

Bibi Dong frantically tried to convince herself, struggling to deny the fact that Qian Renxue was smarter than she was.

"I'm warning you. You have to attend this banquet. Even the Worship Hall won't be able to save you if you don't!"

"What if I don't go?"

Qian Renxue planted her hands on her hips and stood her ground. If Bibi Dong told her to go, she wouldn't. What could she do about it?

Bibi Dong clenched her back teeth so hard they nearly shattered. She should've pried Qian Renxue out of her womb back then.

"You won't go? Heh. Or are you too scared?"

Bibi Dong resorted to provocation again. Qian Renxue hesitated at her words—she really was a sucker for that trick.

Seeing this, Chen Qi shook his head helplessly. This time, he wouldn't interfere. Let everything be destroyed!

"Ding. Qian Renxue is about to be tricked by Bibi Dong into impersonating Xue Qinghe. Host, stop her. Reward: System Shop. Failure: endless repetition of this day."

"System, are you deliberately working against me? Aren't you the Heroine Cultivation System? How come you're assigning missions?"

"Are assigning missions and cultivating a heroine mutually exclusive?"

Chen Qi was speechless. The system he'd bound himself to was definitely holding a grudge against him. It was always finding new ways to torment him.

So he plucked up his courage and looked at Bibi Dong.

"Using the same old provocation again? Bibi Dong, don't you have any other tricks? Master already said she didn't want to go. Why do you keep pestering her? Keep bothering Master, and I'll get the Grand Elder to deal with you."

Bibi Dong looked at Chen Qi, who'd suddenly butted in, and wanted to strangle him. Every time, she was this close to leading Qian Renxue astray!

"Qian Renxue, just you wait. I'll be back!"

With that, she left without looking back. Now she had to seal up all those old men in the Worship Hall too.