Douluo: Qian Xunji's Little Brother, Specializing in Curing Love-Brain
Chapter 17

Lovesick Heartbreak Red Acknowledges Its Master, Bibi Dong's Realization

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As the two immortal herbs with opposing properties entered his body, Qian Mochen felt as if he had been buried in an ice cave in the Far North one moment, then thrown into scorching magma the next.

Fortunately, after a single breath, he sank into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. The freezing and blazing spring waters balanced the violent medicinal power raging within Qian Mochen's body.

The ice congealed over the left side of his body slowly melted away, while the scalded skin on his right side gradually peeled off beneath the spring water's gentle caress, revealing fresh pink flesh underneath.

By the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Bibi Dong stood motionless as she watched Qian Mochen in the water. Seeing his face twisted in pain and the horrifying injuries constantly appearing across his body, she unconsciously took a step forward.

Qian Mochen's repeated warnings before beginning his cultivation echoed through Bibi Dong's mind.

"My cultivation this time may look rather brutal, but nothing will go wrong. No matter what you see, don't intervene."

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip and stared fixedly at Qian Mochen's face.

Even as his body continually broke apart, he kept his mouth tightly shut and did not make a single sound.

From sunrise to sunset, the sky soon brightened once more.

After watching for an entire day and night, Bibi Dong saw that the frost and scorching heat afflicting Qian Mochen had eased considerably, and the worry in her heart finally subsided.

"Didn't expect him to have such a nice body. Eight-pack abs, pecs too... They look like they'd feel really nice to touch."

Only after the words slipped out did Bibi Dong realize what she had said. She looked around, but fortunately, only the two of them were here for now.

Bibi Dong turned away and stopped looking at Qian Mochen's upper body. She began gathering the immortal herbs on both sides of the spring, though the heat at the tips of her ears refused to fade for a long while.

Before long, Bibi Dong had harvested all the immortal herbs according to Qian Mochen's instructions. She now played with the Lovesick Heartbreak Red in her hand, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

The flower was firmly rooted to an ordinary stone. Bibi Dong had tried to pick it by force, but even when the stone cracked, the Lovesick Heartbreak Red remained completely unmoved.

"The Lovesick Heartbreak Red is a flower of utmost devotion and passion. To pick it, the heart's blood of one's true love must be spilled upon it. When the flower falls, it will naturally acknowledge its master."

Recalling Qian Mochen's description of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, Bibi Dong did not know why, but her interest in the flower deepened.

She bit the tip of her tongue, letting a mouthful of blood fall onto the Lovesick Heartbreak Red. Yet nothing happened.

It wasn't simply a matter of dripping blood to acknowledge a master? Did it truly require the blood of someone deeply devoted, just as Qian Mochen had said?

Bibi Dong glanced at Qian Mochen, floating in the spring water. That guy spent all day thinking about how to trick people. He definitely would not be able to pluck this flower, so she could only think of another way herself.

Bibi Dong sat down cross-legged and stared at the Lovesick Heartbreak Red in her hand. After looking at it for a long time, a face that made her clench her fists appeared before her eyes without her noticing when.

It was the face of that bastard she had seen when Qian Mochen exposed her act of pretending to faint in Pope Hall.

Soon, the scene before Bibi Dong's eyes began to change again.

When she had learned of Yu Xiaogang's exploitation and been heartbroken beyond measure, that hateful Qian Mochen had still reminded her to fulfill their wager and made her sign a contract she might not be able to repay even in ten years.

The first time that guy had fooled her into sitting in Pope Hall every day, processing documents.

The first time he had made her bring him water to wash his feet...

Bibi Dong muttered to herself. Why was that bad guy's face everywhere she looked? If there had been a mirror before her at that moment, Bibi Dong would have been shocked to discover how radiant the smile on the girl's lips in the mirror was.

As if struck by inspiration, Bibi Dong suddenly forced out a mouthful of heart's blood. The jade-like crystalline blood fell onto the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

The Lovesick Heartbreak Red, which had just refused to yield no matter what she did, trembled. It broke free from the stone on its own and fell steadily into Bibi Dong's palm.

Bibi Dong stared blankly at the Lovesick Heartbreak Red in her hand.

Why had the Lovesick Heartbreak Red acknowledged her as its master?

Could it be that she had fallen for that bad guy?

The Lovesick Heartbreak Red in her palm had already given her a silent answer.

Bibi Dong remained dazed beside it for three days. Then, a splash suddenly came from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Startled awake, Bibi Dong immediately looked over.

Qian Mochen leaped from the spring and stood suspended in midair, his eyes still tightly closed.

Behind him, the twelve wings of his Seraphim martial soul gradually began to glow with faint golden light. Moments later, the golden radiance spread throughout the Seraphim's entire body, making Qian Mochen himself dazzlingly bright.

"Hey, you're already awake, so what kind of pose are you putting on!"

"Put your clothes on already!"

Qian Mochen's clothes flew over along with her voice.

Qian Mochen reached out to catch them, and a faint fragrance entered his nose. It was the scent of soapberry.

Bibi Dong had even washed his clothes.

"How many days have passed since I entered seclusion?"

"Three days."

Three days? There was still plenty of time.

Yet in just three days, Qian Mochen's strength had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.

First was his Soul Power. After his previous breakthrough, it had improved once more and had already reached level ninety-six.

The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Infernal Delicate Apricot, and Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had forged him a body immune to ice and fire. The strength of his flesh had increased by at least double compared to before.

His greatest gain, however, was still his martial soul.

Even Qian Mochen had not expected his Seraphim martial soul to evolve once again. Now, it was more fitting to call it the Holy Seraphim martial soul.

Every soul skill, even his casual attacks, now carried the passive effect of holy light, increasing their power by thirty percent!

If he encountered evil Soul Masters or soul beasts with evil attributes, Qian Mochen believed that even his basic attacks could land critical hits.

"Here, all your immortal herbs are in here."

Qian Mochen took the storage device and checked inside, looking somewhat surprised. "Didn't I tell you to take one immortal herb?"

"I did. I took that Lovesick Heartbreak Red."

"That immortal herb is useless to you right now. Besides, a Lovesick Heartbreak Red that hasn't acknowledged a master can only be admired, not eaten. I'll find you another—"

Before Qian Mochen could finish, he stared blankly at the Lovesick Heartbreak Red in Bibi Dong's palm.

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Mochen with a face full of pride, waiting for what he would say next.

"You... you still haven't forgotten Gangzi?"

Cracks appeared in Bibi Dong's smile. She clenched her fists and forced out a smile.

"Come here. I'll tell you a secret."

Qian Mochen did not suspect a thing and lowered his head to lean closer. The next moment, a heavy blow struck his stomach, making his body stiffen for an instant. Then, a storm of dense punches rained down upon him.

"What Yu Xiaogang? I forgot about him ages ago!"

"You bastard, how dare you slander me! Go die!!!"

After quite some time, Bibi Dong had beaten him until she had no strength left. She simply sat on Qian Mochen and took a mid-battle rest.

Qian Mochen lowered the hands shielding his face and asked curiously, "So then, who is the person you fell for? Do I know him?"

A knife-like gaze fell upon Qian Mochen.

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