"My Seven Kill Sect's bloodline is thin. If you can leave behind some bloodline for my Seven Kill Sect..."

Bibi Dong was so overwhelmed that she couldn't speak, sitting frozen in place with her mind gone completely blank.

"Well?"

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

Bibi Dong snapped back to reality, but she ignored his touch, turning to stare intensely at Chen Fan, her eyes burning with fervor and urgency. "You... do you have more?!"

With such a spirit ring in her possession, the day she could take revenge on Qian Xunji was no longer a distant dream, but something within reach!

In fact!

She had already mapped it out!

She was currently a level 74 Spirit Saint; if she absorbed three of these hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, she would surely leap straight to level 80!

After that.

Once she filled the remaining slots for her second martial soul and absorbed the eighth ring for her first martial soul, she would definitely be able to step into the realm of Titled Douluo!

By then!

If she absorbed these hundred-thousand-year rings for the ninth spirit ring slots of both martial souls, she could launch her revenge against Qian Xunji immediately!

At that point, her second martial soul would possess nine hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!

With that kind of power.

Even if Qian Daoliu were present, she asked herself, she would be able to put up a fight!

Such a plan was nothing short of perfect!

"Heh!"

To this, Chen Fan only looked at her with a cryptic smile, remaining silent.

Seeing his silence, Bibi Dong actually took the initiative to step forward and grab his arm, her voice laced with pleading. "Do you have any more of these?"

"I beg you, give me one more!"

"As long as you can help me get my revenge, I am willing to do anything!"

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, his smile devoid of warmth. "Lady Saintess, you stirred me up quite a bit earlier, and now I don't feel like talking."

Stirred up?

Bibi Dong froze. After meeting Chen Fan's playful gaze, she seemed to understand something. A flush of red crossed her pale face, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "Fine..."

A long while later.

She lifted her head, her voice slightly hoarse. "Is that enough?"

"The fire is gone, but whether I give you another... that depends on your performance!"

Hearing Chen Fan say this, Bibi Dong, having already paid such a sunk cost, grew anxious. "You..."

"You what?"

Chen Fan cut her off directly. "I said it depends on your performance, so it depends on your performance."

"Do you think hundred-thousand-year spirit rings are like Blue Silver Grass on the side of the road, visible everywhere?"

"Don't joke around!"

"Do you believe that if I only offered this one, countless nobles would send a steady stream of beauties to my door?"

"Even the two great empires would surely scrub their princesses clean and deliver them into my hands!"

Bibi Dong was rendered speechless, the rage surging in her heart doused by this bucket of cold water.

"However... if you really want one, it's not entirely out of the question."

Bibi Dong started, looking up with a glimmer of hope.

"The bloodline of my Seven Kill Sect is thin. If you can leave behind a bloodline for my Seven Kill Sect... perhaps, I can give you more."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong was struck dumb.

As she locked eyes with Chen Fan, she instantly understood his meaning!

But in that very moment of realization!

Bibi Dong's face turned ashen, and she glared at Chen Fan through gritted teeth. "What do you mean by that!?"

She snapped her head up, her eyes filled with fury and humiliation. "You... what do you take me for?!"

"I am the Saintess of Spirit Hall, not some plaything from a brothel!"

"Show some respect!"

Her chest heaved with rage, her knuckles white as she clenched her fists, her gaze toward Chen Fan practically spitting fire.

To this.

Chen Fan was completely unperturbed, even wanting to laugh. "Saintess?"

"Heh!"

"Bibi Dong, do you still think you're pure and flawless, or perhaps high and mighty?"

"If I'm being honest, even if you went back to Yu Xiaogang now, he'd look down on you as damaged goods."

Bibi Dong was so furious she nearly exploded. "What did you say!?"

"Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Chen Fan gave a disdainful laugh. "You've already borne a child for your teacher, so why keep up the act of being high and mighty?"

"That was forced upon me by him..."

"Are you saying that if I forced you right now, you'd be fine with it too?"

Bibi Dong, "..."

"Besides."

Chen Fan looked her up and down. "Aside from this skin of yours, what else do you have that's worth me giving you this hundred-thousand-year spirit ring?"

"Should I be interested in you because you're damaged goods, or because you don't bathe?"

Bibi Dong, "..."

"I can exchange resources for it..."

"Resources? Even though Spirit Hall has a vast fortune, you are merely a Saintess of Spirit Hall. The resources you can control are limited. Can they compare to the entire resource allocation of my Seven Kill Sect?"

He paused, looking at her with a mocking smile. "Or are you suggesting that you have resources on hand equivalent to a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring?"

Bibi Dong, "..."

Bibi Dong opened her mouth to retort, but when she thought about the resources she had had lately, she was left speechless.

For a moment.

Her entire face flushed red and then turned deathly pale; it was quite a spectacle.

"You... you..."

"What about me?"

Chen Fan sneered. "Wake up, Your Highness the Saintess."

"The only bargaining chip you have to negotiate with me right now is this."

"Or, find a better way to get your revenge than the one you have now."

"Without power, what are you going to use to get revenge?"

"Relying on that pathetic Soul Saint cultivation of yours?"

"Or relying on that Yu Xiaogang of yours, who is hiding God knows where?"

"Don't be naive."

Chen Fan's words immediately made Bibi Dong's expression even uglier. "If you want to be with your Yu Xiaogang, then the one you must face is Qian Xunji."

"Even if you are gifted and can surpass Qian Xunji, is it even possible for you to break away from Spirit Hall?"

Bibi Dong opened her mouth.

She desperately wanted to refute Chen Fan's words.

But...

After thinking about it carefully.

She realized that every word Chen Fan said was the truth.

She truly... had nothing left.

Her purity was gone, her love was gone, and she didn't even have her freedom.

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 pretend I never said anything."

Chen Fan straightened his robes, his tone casual. "As for that hundred-thousand-year spirit ring from earlier, consider it a gift from my benevolence."

"Think of it as a reward for your service just now."

With those words, Chen Fan turned to leave. "Goodbye, Your Highness the Saintess!"

"Wait!"

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

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

Bibi Dong lowered her head, tears dripping onto the ground, her voice hoarse. "I agree... to leave a bloodline for your Seven Kill Sect."

"Can you... can you give me another one?"

"Depends on my mood, and your performance."

Chen Fan didn't close the door on the possibility.

"...Fine!"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, two lines of silent tears sliding down. "I agree!"

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

If it weren't for the scent he caught at close range earlier, Chen Fan wouldn't even have known that Qian Renxue had already been born!