" My Seven Kill Sect's bloodline is thin. If you can leave an heir for the Seven Kill Sect..."

Bibi Dong was so excited she couldn't speak. She sat there in a daze, her mind completely blank.

"Well?"

Chen Fan's hand slid from her shoulder to her waist, then explored lower. "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Only then did Bibi Dong snap out of it. But she didn't pay that any mind. Instead, she turned and stared fixedly at Chen Fan, her eyes blazing with eagerness. "Y-you have more?!"

With a Soul Ring like this, the day she could take revenge on Qian Xunji was surely just around the corner, no longer a distant dream!

And more than that!

She had already worked out a plan!

She was currently a seventy-fourth-level Soul Saint. If she absorbed three more of these Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, she would surely break straight through to level eighty!

After that,

she could fill the remaining slots on her Second Martial Soul up to the Eighth Soul Ring, while also absorbing the Eighth Soul Ring for her First Martial Soul. Then she would absolutely be able to reach the rank of Titled Douluo!

And once that happened!

If she absorbed Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings for the ninth slot of both Martial Souls, she could take revenge on Qian Xunji!

By then, her Second Martial Soul would have nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings!

With power like that,

even if Qian Daoliu were here, she asked herself honestly, she could still fight him!

What a perfect plan!

"Heh!"

Chen Fan merely looked at her with a faintly amused smile, saying nothing.

Seeing that he wasn't speaking, Bibi Dong actually stepped forward and wrapped both arms around his. Her voice turned pleading. "Do you have any more of those?"

"Please, give me one more!"

"If you can help me get revenge, I'll do anything!"

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, smiling without warmth. "Saintess, you got me worked up just now. I don't feel like talking."

Worked up?

Bibi Dong froze. When her eyes met Chen Fan's teasing gaze, she seemed to understand. A blush crept across her pale face, but resolve soon overtook it. "All right..."

After a long while,

she raised her head, her voice slightly hoarse. "Is that enough?"

"The fire's out, but whether I give you one depends on how you do."

At Chen Fan's words, Bibi Dong—having already paid this sunk cost—panicked at once. "Y-you..."

"What about me?"

Chen Fan cut her off. "I said it depends on how you do, so it depends on how you do."

"Do you think Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings grow like Blue Silver Grass by the roadside, everywhere you look?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"Believe me, if I needed only this one, countless nobles would send beautiful women my way in an endless stream."

"Even the two imperial families would whitewash their princesses and send them straight to me!"

Bibi Dong was instantly at a loss for words. The anger surging in her heart was doused by that bucket of cold water.

"But... if you really want one, it's not impossible to negotiate."

Bibi Dong froze, then looked up hopefully.

"My Seven Kill Sect's bloodline is thin. If you can leave an heir for the Seven Kill Sect... perhaps I can give you one."

Bibi Dong stiffened at his words.

The moment she met Chen Fan's gaze, she understood what he meant!

And the instant she understood,

Bibi Dong's face turned ashen. She gritted her teeth and glared at Chen Fan. "What do you mean?!"

She jerked her head up, fury and humiliation filling her eyes. "Y-you... what do you take me for?!"

"I'm the Saintess of Spirit Hall, not some whore from a brothel!"

"Show me some respect!"

Her chest heaved with anger. Her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white, and she glared at Chen Fan as if her eyes could spit fire.

Chen Fan,

however, was completely unfazed. He even looked like he wanted to laugh. "Saintess?"

"Hah!"

"Bibi Dong, do you still think you're pure and spotless, or some lofty, noble figure?"

"Look, I'm not saying this to be mean, but even if you went back to Yu Xiaogang right now, he'd think you were a fallen woman."

Bibi Dong was almost ready to explode. "What did you say?!"

"Was I wrong?"

Chen Fan gave a disdainful smile. "You already had a child with your teacher. Why are you still pretending to be high and mighty?"

"He forced me..."

"So you're saying that if I forced you now, that would be fine too?"

Bibi Dong fell silent.

"Besides..."

Chen Fan looked her up and down. "Other than that pretty face, what do you have that's worth me giving you this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring for?"

"Should I want you because you're a fallen woman, or because you don't bathe?"

Bibi Dong fell silent.

"I can trade resources..."

"Resources? Spirit Hall may be powerful and wealthy, but you're only its Saintess. The resources you can command are limited. Can they compare to the resources my entire Seven Kill Sect would pour into me?"

After a pause, Chen Fan looked at her with an amused smile. "Or do you think you have resources on hand that are worth as much as a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

Bibi Dong fell silent.

Bibi Dong opened her mouth to argue, but when she thought of the resources she'd had at her disposal lately, she had nothing to say.

For a moment,

her face flushed red, then turned pale. The sight was quite something.

"Y-you..."

"What about me?"

Chen Fan let out a mocking laugh. "Wake up, Saintess."

"This is the only bargaining chip you have with me right now."

"Or find a better way to get revenge than what you have now."

"Without power, how are you going to take revenge?"

"By relying on that pitiful Soul Saint cultivation of yours?"

"Or on Yu Xiaogang, who you don't even know where to find?"

"Don't be naive."

Chen Fan's words made Bibi Dong's face turn even uglier. "If you want to be with your Yu Xiaogang, then you'll have to face Qian Xunji."

"Even if you're gifted enough to surpass Qian Xunji, could you really leave Spirit Hall?"

Bibi Dong parted her lips.

She wanted to refute him.

But...

The more she thought about it,

the more she realized that every word Chen Fan had said was true.

She really had... nothing left.

Her innocence was gone, her love was gone, even her freedom was gone.

Right now, the only thing she could offer was to agree to Chen Fan's condition...

"Of course, if you don't want revenge, then forget I said anything."

Chen Fan straightened his robe, his tone casual. "As for that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring I just gave you, consider it a gift from my boundless generosity."

"Call it a reward for your service just now."

With that, Chen Fan turned to leave. "Goodbye, Saintess!"

"Wait!"

Bibi Dong grabbed his sleeve, her voice breaking with tears. "I... I agree."

Chen Fan stopped and looked back at her. "What?"

Bibi Dong lowered her head, tears falling to the ground, her voice hoarse. "I agree... to leave an heir for the Seven Kill Sect."

"C-can you give me another one?"

"That depends on my mood, and on how you do."

Chen Fan didn't make any promises.

"...Fine!"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Two clear tears slid silently down her cheeks. "I agree!"

Although Bibi Dong had given birth to Qian Renxue not long ago, she was the Saintess of Spirit Hall and a Soul Saint. She had already recovered from childbirth.

If not for the scent he'd caught from so close earlier, Chen Fan might not even have known that Qian Renxue had been born!