The Truth Bibi Dong Refused to Admit

"What happened after that?"

Bibi Dong asked, exhausted in both body and mind.

"After that..."

Dong'er's tone was neither cold nor warm.

"He came to ask you for the method of cultivating Twin Martial Souls, and you gave it to him.

Then he turned around and gave the experience you had shared with him to one of his disciples."

Dong'er's voice gradually lowered until Bibi Dong could barely hear it.

"He used more than ten years of your blood and tears to nurture someone else.

And in the end, that person used the methods you had taught to kill you before Jialing Pass."

A deathly silence fell over the study.

Bibi Dong slumped in her chair, her face as pale as paper.

She did not know what to say.

Because every word Dong'er spoke was like a needle piercing her heart.

Not because she was angry.

But because of a faint unease that was steadily becoming clearer.

She desperately wanted to refute her.

She wanted to say, "You're wrong." She wanted to say, "Xiaogang isn't that kind of person." She wanted to say, "You're only pushing all the blame onto others because of your own failure."

But she could not say a single word.

Because she could not ignore what had already happened over the past few months.

Whale Rubber. Immortal Herbs.

Fang Mo's first soul ring had been six hundred and fifty years old. The Golden Generation had all broken through to level twenty within a month.

Every event was telling Bibi Dong that there were indeed problems with Yu Xiaogang's theories.

"I don't expect you to believe me right away." Dong'er's voice calmed. "I only want to tell you one thing."

"What is it?"

"There is an entirely new Martial Soul Cultivation System in Fang Mo's mind.

It was not copied from ancient texts, nor was it derived through speculation. From a higher perspective, it reconstructs the cultivation system of the entire continent."

Bibi Dong frowned slightly. "What do you mean by a higher perspective...?"

Dong'er fell silent for a moment. "It means... he sees farther than any of us."

Bibi Dong looked at her future self, a trace of confusion flashing through her eyes.

Dong'er did not explain further.

Because she could not possibly tell Bibi Dong that Fang Mo was a Transmigrator.

Although she had peeked into Fang Mo's memories, that was Fang Mo's secret.

She could not tell anyone about it without Fang Mo's knowledge.

Even if that person was Fang Mo's teacher, even if that person was her former self.

"Do you think Fang Mo's theories can be promoted?" Bibi Dong suddenly asked.

Dong'er raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You're finally willing to listen?"

Bibi Dong's face reddened faintly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"I do not accept your assessment of my love life, but Fang Mo's analysis of Martial Soul Theory is not entirely without merit."

Dong'er quietly watched Bibi Dong, a subtle glint passing through her eyes.

"Ah, my former self was truly pitiful. She had seen so little of the world."

Dong'er could not help muttering softly, her tone carrying indescribable emotions.

"She was fooled without even realizing it, and helped others count their money like an idiot..."

Bibi Dong's expression instantly darkened.

"You—!"

"Fine, fine, I won't say any more."

Dong'er waved a hand, deciding to end the topic. Her hair stirred slightly.

"Still, there was one thing you did very right back then."

Bibi Dong froze slightly.

"What was it?"

Dong'er looked at her calmly and spoke slowly.

"Qian Xunji."

Those two words were like a stone thrown into still water. Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly.

"You killed him." Dong'er's voice remained calm. "You did not do anything wrong in that matter."

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly.

"If that had been wrong, Qian Daoliu, a level ninety-nine, would naturally have acted to kill you."

Dong'er's tone did not waver in the slightest.

"He did not act. What does that mean? It means that even Qian Daoliu himself believed Qian Xunji deserved to die."

Bibi Dong's lips trembled slightly. She had never considered the matter from that angle.

After Qian Xunji died, Qian Daoliu had not pursued the matter.

She had always thought that Qian Daoliu was enduring it, waiting for the right opportunity.

But if what the other woman said was true...

Dong'er's voice became very soft.

"You were not wrong in this matter. He was. But... Xue'er was not wrong either, and she knows nothing."

Bibi Dong closed her eyes.

The silence lasted a long time.

When the crystal lamp in the study dimmed slightly, Bibi Dong finally opened her eyes.

The turbulent emotions in her violet eyes had settled by more than half.

It was not that she had let go.

Rather, the turmoil stirred up within her needed time to settle.

"That is enough for today."

Dong'er looked at the current Pope Bibi Dong, narrowing her dark red eyes slightly.

"You still haven't answered my question."

"What question?"

"Are you willing to overturn Yu Xiaogang's theories and adopt the new system in Fang Mo's mind?"

Bibi Dong fell silent.

She did not want to answer that question.

She wanted to believe Yu Xiaogang, to believe in the decision she had made back then, yet she could not ignore the facts Dong'er had laid out.

Two contradictory thoughts clashed fiercely in her mind, like two currents flowing in opposite directions, battling each other in the deepest part of her heart.

"I need time."

Bibi Dong finally spoke.

Dong'er looked at her and remained silent for a long time.

Then she let out an extremely soft sigh.

"Fine. I'll give you time, but not too much."

With that, Dong'er slowly began to fade away. The Dark Purple Mist dispersed through the study as if she had never been there at all.

At this moment.

Pope Bibi Dong's bedchamber.

Bibi Dong was already lying in bed, recalling every exchange from that conversation.

She closed her eyes, her body slack and her expression weary, her fingers tightly clutching the mattress beneath her.

Every word spoken by her future self echoed over and over in her mind.

"Nine and a half out of ten were wrong..."

"You got fooled and still helped others count their money..."

"You actually wanted to elope with that kind of person..."

She was deeply unwilling to admit it.

But in her heart, the string she had deliberately ignored all this time had begun to loosen.

"No..."

Bibi Dong murmured softly, "Xiaogang's theories... can't all be wrong..."

The moment she said it, even she did not quite believe it.

She thought of the Whale Rubber, Fang Mo's soul ring, the Golden Generation, and the Immortal Herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Every one of them silently told her that some things in Yu Xiaogang's theories truly needed to be reexamined.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

But her mind was already as tangled as a ball of thread.

She slowly opened her eyes, got out of bed, walked to the window, and gently pushed it open.

The night wind blew in against her face with a trace of chill, making her long hair flutter faintly.

The moon outside was full.

Moonlight spilled over the rooftops of Pope Palace, as though coating them in a lonely layer of silver.

Bibi Dong's gaze passed over the rooftops, over the walls of Spirit Hall, and fell upon the dark horizon in the distance.