Bibi Dong: Could I Really Be the Chosen One?

"Oh my god!!!" Bibi Dong cried out in shock. "One Soul Beast actually produced two Soul Bones!!!"

She instinctively swallowed, her gaze fixed on the two Soul Bones radiating powerful energy. A strange gurgle rose from her throat.

"Could I, the Holy Maiden, really be the chosen one?"

"Give me a break."

Zhao Linchuan and Yan Lingji walked over side by side. Zhao Linchuan gave her a disdainful look and said in a strange tone:

"You think you're the chosen one? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself?"

"What did you say?!" Bibi Dong tore her gaze away and planted her hands on her hips, thrusting out her chest like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Her face flushed scarlet, her eyes went wide, and her voice rose several pitches.

"I was born beautiful, my talent is beyond question, and I'm gorgeous to boot. And now I've obtained two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

"How am I not the chosen one!"

The more she spoke, the more worked up she became. Her chest heaved, and she pointed a finger at Zhao Linchuan's nose, looking as if to say, "Go on, try saying one more word!"

"Drink more water," Zhao Linchuan said, unruffled, his tone still dripping with sarcasm. "Then you'll have more piss to look at yourself in."

"Ah! Piss on your sister!! I'll piss right in your mouth!!!"

Bibi Dong let out an indignant, coquettish shriek, her voice so sharp and loud it echoed across the clearing.

Her face was red enough to drip blood. It was hard to tell if she was angry or embarrassed, but she refused to back down.

"Just you wait until tonight. I'll piss all over you!"

After saying that, she seemed to realize how outrageous her words had been. She hurriedly turned around and bent down to pick up the two Soul Bones from the Death Spider Emperor's corpse.

They were a pair of left and right arm bones, purple-black from end to end. Fine golden lines covered their surfaces, exactly like the patterns on the Death Spider Emperor's carapace.

Bibi Dong cradled the two Soul Bones in her palms, turned around, and shot Zhao Linchuan an annoyed look. Pouting, she asked, "Do you want them?"

"Keep them and absorb them yourself." Zhao Linchuan spoke calmly, crossing his arms as he leaned against a tree trunk that had yet to fall. "It's best for one person to absorb both the Soul Ring and Soul Bone produced by the same Soul Beast."

"What's more, they're almost a perfect match for your Martial Soul."

"If you split them up, you'd be wasting a treasure."

Bibi Dong looked down at the two Soul Bones in her hands, then back up at Zhao Linchuan. Her lips pressed together, and a complicated emotion flickered in her eyes.

"Then I'll absorb them myself..."

She gave Zhao Linchuan a strange look. Then her pretty face reddened, as if singed by a flame, and she hurriedly turned away.

She sat down cross-legged, holding the two arm bones and crossing them over her chest, pressing one against each shoulder.

At the same time, Bibi Dong circulated her Soul Power and drew down the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring hovering in the air, guiding it to descend slowly.

She closed her eyes and began absorbing it, her heart bubbling with joy.

As Zhao Linchuan had told her before, with her current physique, absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring that shared the same origin as her Martial Soul was entirely possible.

And with these two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, she would soon become the first Soul Saint to possess two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

Nearby, Yan Lingji had listened to the two of them bicker and watched Bibi Dong's flustered, embarrassed expression. She couldn't help laughing.

"Dear," she said, walking over to Zhao Linchuan, her eyes full of teasing amusement. "Be careful. Dong'er might really piss in your mouth while you're asleep."

"She wouldn't dare!"

Zhao Linchuan snorted. Then, after a moment's thought, he added in a faintly vicious tone:

"If she really does, I'll plug it back up with my hand!"

"Plug it back up?!"

"Hahahaha—!!!"

Yan Lingji braced her left hand against Zhao Linchuan's shoulder and clutched her stomach with her right, bending over as she shook with laughter.

"Hahaha... dear," she said, finally straightening up and wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. "You always manage to make me laugh without even trying."

She looked at Zhao Linchuan's deliberately stern face, the amusement in her eyes growing stronger by the moment.

"Ever since I got together with you, I've found myself happier and happier..."

Time passed slowly. About two and a half hours later...

The setting sun had sunk to the edge of the forest. The clouds along the horizon were dyed a brilliant orange-red, as if someone had splashed an entire vat of cinnabar across the sky.

Birds returned to their nests above the Star Dou Great Forest, and their calls rang out from every direction, bringing a touch of life to the shadowy woods.

An invisible shockwave suddenly burst out from around Bibi Dong as she sat cross-legged on the ground.

Centered on her, it swept in every direction, sending ripples outward like a boulder dropped into a lake.

The earth, already ravaged beyond recognition by the battle, took another beating. Rocks, dead branches, and fallen leaves were swept up into the air, swirling amid billowing dust and utter devastation.

Zhao Linchuan stood some distance away. His robe snapped in the shockwave and his hair whipped in the wind, yet he remained utterly still.

The dust settled.

Bibi Dong had risen. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, she landed lightly in front of Zhao Linchuan and Yan Lingji.

"I'm level seventy-eight!"

Her voice brimmed with joy, so intense it seemed ready to burst out of her and shine like a real light.

She spread her arms and spun around on the spot, her skirt flaring like a blooming purple lotus.

"I'm now officially the strongest of the younger generation!"

She turned to Zhao Linchuan, her eyes filled with gratitude and some other feeling she couldn't quite name.

"Thank you!"

She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her cheek against his chest.

"I don't know how to express how grateful I am."

Bibi Dong looked up at him, her eyes slightly red and shining with fervor.

"But I, Bibi Dong, swear that if you ever need me, I'll do whatever it takes to help!"

Zhao Linchuan looked down at her and gently stroked the back of her head, his tone teasing:

"Really?"

"Then have a few children for me."

"Huh?!"

Bibi Dong's pretty face flushed. She abruptly pushed Zhao Linchuan away and took two steps back, her gaze wandering as she struggled to meet his eyes.

Her hands unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes. Her lips trembled several times before she managed to force out a reply.

"W-well... we can talk about that later..."

Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito's buzz. She hadn't refused, but she hadn't agreed either. She was simply so embarrassed she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

She quickly turned around and pretended to straighten her clothes, hiding her crimson face.

A moment later, she finally calmed her breathing and turned back around. Her blush hadn't completely faded, but she could at least speak normally again.

"Should we head back now?" Her voice still wavered a little, and she deliberately avoided the earlier topic. "There isn't much time left before the competition begins."