Your Mouth Corners Are About to Burst

Bibi Dong paused her steps, suddenly finding this question quite interesting.

There weren't many people who could make this little brat hit a wall, and so far, it seemed only she could keep him in check.

So the question arose: what kind of girl would conquer the future Deng Tianxin?

An image involuntarily surfaced in Bibi Dong's mind.

It was a young woman whose face she couldn't quite make out, holding Deng Tianxin by the back of his collar with one hand while her other hand was planted firmly on her hip.

And the grown-up Deng Tianxin, shrinking his neck, pleaded with a face full of ingratiating smiles: "My lady, I was wrong. I shouldn't have had such a loose tongue. Can't I just kneel on a washboard tonight?"

Bibi Dong's shoulders shook with laughter at the scene she had conjured, and after she finished laughing, she felt a sense of complete satisfaction.

Would this little brat really have a day like that?

Being lectured by his wife while held by the ear, kneeling on washboards, sleeping on the floor—letting him taste what it was like to be under someone else's thumb.

Just thinking about it felt vindicating.

However, she soon shook her head.

Given that little brat's character, if he really were to find a wife, he would probably need a tigress to keep him in line.

But then again, that God of Love Martial Soul of his was no pushover.

It could perceive emotions and gain insight into the human heart; he knew perfectly well who liked him and who hated him.

In the face of such an ability, any playing hard to get or saying one thing while meaning another would be completely transparent.

Could it be that he might actually manage to trick a gentle and virtuous girl into being with him?

Bibi Dong imagined the scene of Deng Tianxin holding hands with a gentle, shy girl and introducing her solemnly, "Teacher, this is my wife," and she couldn't help but shiver.

Forget it, it would be better for him to find someone tougher—someone who could best control that mouth of his; it would be a service to the public, after all.

She shook her head with a smile and cast these idle thoughts from her mind.

Meanwhile, in the Saintess Palace, Deng Tianxin lay on a lounge chair and sneezed twice.

He rubbed his nose and glanced suspiciously toward the door, feeling as though someone was badmouthing him behind his back.

In the blink of an eye, a year passed.

Many things had happened during this year: Deng Tianxin had been sent to school by Bibi Dong, Qian Xunji had married someone else, and so on.

Deng Tianxin heard that Qian Xunji's wife was already pregnant and was supposedly due to give birth in a few months.

This surprised Deng Tianxin quite a bit, as he knew how difficult it was for a Title Douluo to have a child.

Could it be that Qian Renxue was truly the reincarnation of the Angel God?

Before he transmigrated, he had seen quite a bit of information regarding the Angel God.

Many people believed that Qian Renxue was the reincarnation of the Angel God, though he wasn't sure where this theory originated.

"Teacher, are you leaving for a while?" Deng Tianxin asked, looking surprised upon learning that Bibi Dong was departing.

Bibi Dong nodded slightly and said, "That's right. I am going to Slaughter City for some training, and I probably won't be back for two or three years."

Upon learning that Bibi Dong would be gone for two or three years, Deng Tianxin hurriedly suppressed the corners of his mouth from turning upward and put on a look of reluctance: "Teacher, if you leave for so long, I will miss you."

"Is that so?" Bibi Dong looked down at Deng Tianxin, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Then could you please press down the corners of your mouth before you speak?"

Deng Tianxin quickly reached up to press down his uncooperative mouth, pulling hard as he tried to put on a look of utter grief: "Teacher, I really am reluctant to see you go. After you leave, I won't be able to eat or sleep, and I won't have any motivation to cultivate."

"Not able to eat or sleep?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. "Last night for dinner, you ate three bowls of rice, two chicken legs, a plate of braised pork, two side dishes of greens, and a bowl of soup. The cook at the Saintess Palace told me that if you keep this up, the kitchen budget will be overdrawn."

Deng Tianxin's expression stiffened for a moment, then he retorted righteously: "That's because I turned my grief into appetite! Thinking of you leaving, Teacher, I was heartbroken and could only fill the emptiness in my heart with food!"

Bibi Dong couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to flick Deng Tianxin on the forehead. Over the past year, she had long since figured out this little brat's routine—the more flowery his words, the more he was plotting something behind the scenes. His claim of being reluctant to see her translated to, "Great, the old witch is finally leaving and no one will be here to control me." His look of reluctance was clearly him using every ounce of his strength to keep from laughing out loud.

However, she was in a good mood today and couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

"Alright, do you think I don't know your little schemes?" Bibi Dong withdrew her hand, took a thick booklet from her soul storage device, and placed it in Deng Tianxin's hands. "This is the training plan you must complete while I am away. I have written down the progress for every week. I will check it item by item when I return. If you don't finish..."

She cast a meaningful glance at Deng Tianxin's backside.

Deng Tianxin took the booklet and flipped through it, his little face falling at a speed visible to the naked eye. This wasn't a training plan; it was clearly an encyclopedia of torture.

From what time to wake up every day to what to do each week, everything was listed in meticulous detail, and even his rest time had been compressed to the limit.

"Teacher, this training load..." Deng Tianxin looked up, trying his best to make his voice sound pitiful.

"What's wrong?" Bibi Dong asked with a smile.

"...Nothing, I think it's very reasonable," Deng Tianxin said through gritted teeth.

Cursing the "old witch" in his heart, he truly couldn't understand why those other transmigrators who took Bibi Dong as their master ended up liking her.

Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction, leaned down to pinch Deng Tianxin's chubby cheeks, and spoke with a rare touch of seriousness: "While I am away, cultivate properly and don't be lazy. I have already spoken to the headmaster at the school; every class you skip will be recorded, and we will settle the account together when I return."

"Don't worry, Teacher," Deng Tianxin patted his small chest in assurance. "I will definitely study hard and improve every day; I will never bring shame upon you."

Bibi Dong stared at his little face, which was plastered with sincerity, for several seconds before finally shaking her head helplessly.

Forget it, although this little brat was full of nonsense, he had never dropped the ball on important matters.

She had watched his progress over the past year; although his mouth remained as infuriating as ever, he had certainly never slacked off in his cultivation.

"I'm leaving now," Bibi Dong said, straightening up and turning to walk toward the exit of the hall.

Deng Tianxin followed behind Bibi Dong, escorting her all the way to the entrance of the Saintess Palace.

Watching Bibi Dong's retreating figure as she walked further and further away, Deng Tianxin couldn't help but feel happy.

He had truly not lived a human life over this past year; Bibi Dong would not let him sleep in a separate room, insisting on holding him while she slept every single day.

When it was time to bathe, she insisted on joining him, claiming under the guise of concern that he wouldn't wash himself clean enough.

Every time he displeased Bibi Dong, she would spank him.