Bibi Dong's Bad Mood

The reason she was able to obtain the fragment from Bibi Dong so quickly was because the timing was perfect.

At that time, Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang were in the throes of a passionate romance, and everyone knows what couples in that stage are like.

It just so happened that she ran into Yu Xiaogang, and when she called Bibi Dong "Mom," Yu Xiaogang assumed Bibi Dong was looking for someone to take the fall for her past and fled.

Bibi Dong wanted to explain, but Yu Xiaogang refused to listen, and it was this that triggered the God of Love Fragment.

On the other side, in Slaughter City.

"My Lady Saintess, this is the intelligence report on Deng Tianxin's recent activities."

A man in black took a book and handed it to Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong took the book and began to read it page by page.

Before she left, she had specifically arranged for people to protect Deng Tianxin and, incidentally, keep an eye on him.

When Bibi Dong turned to the first page, her expression was still calm.

It stated that the day after she left Spirit Hall, Deng Tianxin had left without permission, traveling south by carriage to a small village she had never even heard of.

She frowned slightly, but didn't take it too much to heart.

That little brat was never one to sit still. Sneaking out to play for a few days while she was away—with his twenty-seventh-rank Soul Power and a head full of tricks, he was more than capable of protecting himself as long as he didn't provoke anyone too powerful.

On the second page, her gaze began to turn cold.

Deng Tianxin had encountered bandits, which should have been a cause for concern, but the report immediately followed up with:

In the moment of crisis, a young girl named Liu Erlong stepped in to save him, and the two had been traveling together ever since.

Liu Erlong—she had never heard this name, but the words "traveling together" made her inexplicably uncomfortable.

On the third page, the fingers Bibi Dong used to hold the book tightened slightly.

That very night, Liu Erlong had carried Deng Tianxin into an inn room, the two stayed in the same room, and they only emerged together the next morning.

Bibi Dong's breathing grew heavier, and her page-turning began to carry a hint of imperceptible force.

On the sixth page, her lips pressed into a cold, hard line.

The report detailed the interactions between Deng Tianxin and Liu Erlong on the road; Liu Erlong had kissed Deng Tianxin on the cheek.

Not once, but several times.

The two rode the same Violent Bear, acting intimately with no regard for anyone else.

Her chest felt as if it were blocked by something, suffocatingly tight; this feeling was even more irritating than staying in Slaughter City.

By the sixth page, Bibi Dong's entire face had darkened.

Because she saw that the two had encountered the three siblings of the Clear Sky Sect and Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in Heaven Dou City.

A woman named Tang Yuehua had begun to frequently approach Deng Tianxin, getting handsy with him.

Bibi Dong's fingers slowly tightened on the page, her nails leaving a faint white mark on the paper.

Tang Yuehua.

She had heard this name in passing—the eldest daughter of the Clear Sky Sect who could not cultivate, rumored to be naturally elegant with an outstanding temperament.

But the scenes described in the report—this woman feeding Deng Tianxin pastries, pinching his cheeks, and even fighting to sleep with him at night—did not match the dignified and elegant Tang Yuehua of the rumors.

What irritated her most was that Liu Erlong and Tang Yuehua were actually surrounding Deng Tianxin at the same time, one feeding him shrimp dumplings while the other fed him almond cookies, and after he finished, each would pinch one side of his cheeks.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and turned to the last page of the report.

It contained a sentence Deng Tianxin had said to Liu Erlong and Tang Yuehua: "The joy of this place is such that I have forgotten Bibi."

"Forgotten Bibi?" Bibi Dong slowly recited these four words, her voice terrifyingly soft.

She had been fighting in Slaughter City for over a month, gaining several scars on her body and nearly dying at the hands of fallen soul masters several times, all to finish her training as quickly as possible and return to supervise that little brat's cultivation.

And yet, he was in Heaven Dou City, surrounded by women, being served by two of them in turns, so happy that he couldn't even remember her, his teacher?

Very well, very well indeed, Deng Tianxin.

"Good, very good." Bibi Dong closed the intelligence booklet, a slow curve forming at the corner of her mouth.

Bibi Dong handed the booklet back to the man in black, her voice calm and without a ripple: "Keep watching him. Report any new developments to me immediately."

The man in black took the booklet, feeling a chill run down his spine.

The Saintess's tone was clearly calm, but for some reason, he felt as if a volcano about to erupt was being suppressed beneath that calmness.

He dared not linger, bowed, and hurriedly retreated.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, picked up the blade at her side, and walked out of the room.

The sky of Slaughter City was always murky, making it impossible to distinguish day from night.

The air here was filled with the metallic stench of blood and the acrid smell of sulfur from the depths of the earth. Dark red patches, whether rust or blood, were embedded in the walls along the streets, and one could feel the stickiness on the soles of their shoes with every step on the stone path.

This was the paradise of the fallen, the heaven of the desperate. Every second, someone died in some dark corner, and passersby wouldn't even lift an eyelid.

To them, the dead were a more common sight than the living.

A white figure was walking slowly along the main street. Her pace was not fast, yet she carried an oppressive aura that made everyone nearby subconsciously hold their breath.

It was a woman dressed in blood-stained white robes. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, but her eyes were as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

In her right hand, she carried a long blade that was still dripping blood, its tip dragging along the stone pavement and leaving a thin trail of red.

"Bibi Dong?" A burly man with a scarred face, crouching at the entrance of an alley, recognized her. He nudged his companion with his elbow and sneered in a low voice, "Isn't this broad usually quite aloof? Why is she so murderous today? Don't tell me she got dumped..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a flash of blade light streaked by.

The scarred man's smile froze on his face. A red line as thin as a hair appeared on his neck, and then his head slid right off his shoulders, rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

His companion didn't even have time to scream before the blade flashed again. He was sliced diagonally from shoulder to waist; his upper body slid off slowly, the cut as smooth as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Bibi Dong shook the blood droplets from her blade and walked expressionlessly between the two corpses, not even changing the rhythm of her stride.

Those words burned in her mind like a branding iron: "Joy of This Place, Happy and Forgetting Bibi."

Happy and Forgetting Bibi? That little brat was only seven years old, barely out of diapers, and he had already learned to be Happy and Forgetting Bibi?

Bibi Dong backhanded her blade, cleaving two fallen spirit masters who were trading in a nearby alley in half, along with the wall behind them.

Gravel and flesh splattered everywhere, but she didn't even glance at them, continuing her walk without stopping.

Those two fallen spirit masters died without ever understanding how they had provoked this female demon.

"Joy of This Place," Bibi Dong repeated in a murmur.

Her tone was as calm as if she were chanting a scripture, but the long blade in her hand suddenly swung out in a horizontal slash, sending a Thin Tall Man who was watching the commotion from a second-story window flying, along with his entire window frame.