Bibi Dong: Am I Truly the Daughter of Destiny?

"Heavens!!!" Bibi Dong gasped. "A single soul beast actually produced two soul bones!!!"

She swallowed instinctively, her gaze locked onto the two soul bones radiating intense energy, a guttural sound of uncertain meaning rising in her throat.

Could it be that this Saintess is truly the Child of Destiny?

"Forget it."

Zhao Linchuan and Yan Lingji walked over side-by-side. Zhao Linchuan cast a disdainful glance at her, his tone strange.

"You, a Child of Destiny? Why don't you go find a puddle and take a good look at yourself?"

"What did you say?!" Bibi Dong retracted her gaze, hands on her hips, chest puffed out like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Her face flushed a deep red, her eyes widened, and her voice climbed several octaves.

"This Saintess is naturally gifted, not only with peerless talent but also with top-tier beauty. And now, I have obtained two hundred-thousand-year soul bones from a single hundred-thousand-year soul beast."

"How could I not be the Child of Destiny!"

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, her chest heaving violently. She pointed a finger at the tip of Zhao Linchuan's nose, wearing an expression that dared him to say another word.

"Drink more water when you have nothing to do," Zhao Linchuan remained unmoved, his tone still dripping with sarcasm. "If you have enough urine, use it to get a good look at yourself."

"Ah! Urine your sister!! I'll pee in your mouth!!!"

Bibi Dong shrieked without regard for her dignity, her voice sharp and piercing as it echoed across the clearing.

Her face was so red it looked ready to bleed, whether from anger or shame, but she refused to back down.

"You wait until tonight, see if I don't 'spray' you to death!"

Having said that, she seemed to realize how outrageous her words were and quickly turned around, bending down to pick up the two soul bones from the Death Spider Emperor's corpse.

The two soul bones were a pair of arm bones, purple-black in their entirety, with fine golden patterns covering the surface—identical to the markings on the Death Spider Emperor's carapace.

Bibi Dong cradled the two soul bones in her palms, turned back, and shot Zhao Linchuan a grumpy look, pouting as she asked, "Do you want them?"

"Keep them and absorb them yourself." Zhao Linchuan's tone was indifferent. He crossed his arms and leaned against a tree that had yet to fall. "It is best for the soul ring and soul bones produced by the same beast to be absorbed by one person."

"Besides, they are a perfect match for your martial soul."

"If you were to separate them, that would be a waste of heaven's gifts."

Bibi Dong looked down at the two soul bones in her palms, then up at Zhao Linchuan. She pursed her lips, a flicker of complex emotion crossing her eyes.

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

She gave Zhao Linchuan a strange look, then her pretty face flushed red as if scorched by fire, and she quickly turned away.

She sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the two arm bones in her hands, crossing them over her chest and pressing them against her shoulders.

At the same time, Bibi Dong channeled her soul power, guiding the hundred-thousand-year soul ring hovering in the air to descend slowly.

She closed her eyes and began to absorb it, feeling delighted inside.

According to what Zhao Linchuan had told her, with her current constitution, absorbing a hundred-thousand-year soul ring that shared the same origin as her martial soul was entirely possible.

With these two hundred-thousand-year soul bones added, she would soon become the first Soul Saint to possess both two hundred-thousand-year soul bones and a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

Nearby, Yan Lingji listened to their bickering and watched Bibi Dong's angry yet shy expression, unable to hold back a laugh.

"Husband," she walked to Zhao Linchuan's side, her eyes filled with mischievous amusement. "You should be careful; maybe Dong'er really will pee in your mouth while you're sleeping."

"She wouldn't dare!"

Zhao Linchuan snorted coldly, then thought for a moment and added, his tone carrying a hint of ferocity:

"If she really dares to do that, I'll use my hand to plug it back in!"

"Plug it back in?!"

"Hahaha--!!!"

Yan Lingji leaned on Zhao Linchuan's shoulder with her left hand and clutched her stomach with her right, bending over and shaking with laughter.

"Hahaha... Husband," she finally straightened up, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. "You always manage to make your wife laugh unintentionally."

She looked at Zhao Linchuan's feigned serious face, the amusement in her eyes growing deeper.

"Ever since I followed you, I've found that I'm living more and more happily..."

Time flowed slowly, and about two and a half hours later.

The setting sun had sunk to the edge of the forest, and the clouds on the horizon were dyed a deep orange-red, as if someone had spilled a vat of cinnabar across the sky.

Above the Star Dou Great Forest, weary birds returned to their nests, and the sound of birdsong rose from all directions, adding a touch of vitality to the gloomy forest.

An invisible wave of energy suddenly erupted from Bibi Dong's body as she sat on the ground.

The wave swept outward in all directions with her at the center, like ripples caused by a giant boulder thrown into a lake.

The ground, already ravaged by the battle, suffered further damage. Gravel, withered branches, and fallen leaves were swept up by the blast, dancing in the air amidst a sky full of dust and chaos.

Zhao Linchuan stood not far away, his robes flapping violently in the shockwave and his hair dancing in the wind, yet his figure remained motionless.

The dust settled.

Bibi Dong had already risen, landing lightly before Zhao Linchuan and Yan Lingji like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

"I'm level seventy-eight!"

Her voice carried irrepressible joy, a delight so intense it seemed to radiate from her body like tangible light.

She spread her arms and spun in a circle, her skirt flaring out like a blooming purple lotus.

"I am now, in every sense of the word, the number one person of the younger generation!"

She turned to look at Zhao Linchuan, her eyes filled with gratitude and an indescribable, complex emotion.

"Thank you!"

She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against his chest.

"I don't know how to express my gratitude."

Bibi Dong looked up, her eyes slightly reddened, gazing at him with a burning intensity.

"But I, Bibi Dong, swear that from this day forward, whenever you have need of me, I, Bibi Dong, will not hesitate to serve!"

Zhao Linchuan looked down at her, reached out to gently stroke the back of her head, and said in a playful tone:

"Really?"

"Then give me a few children."

"Ah?!"

Bibi Dong's pretty face flushed red. She shoved Zhao Linchuan away, took two steps back, and darted her eyes around, not daring to meet his gaze.

Her hands twisted the hem of her dress unconsciously, and her lips trembled several times before she managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"This... let's talk about that later..."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum. There was no refusal in her tone, yet no agreement either—only an embarrassment so profound she wished she could crawl into a hole in the ground.

She turned away quickly, pretending to adjust her dress to hide her crimson face.

A moment later, she steadied her breathing and turned back. Though the blush had not yet fully faded, she was able to speak normally again.

"Should we head back now?" Her voice still wavered slightly as she deliberately avoided the previous topic. "There isn't much time left before the tournament begins."