Bibi Dong's Plans

At that moment, Bibi Dong truly wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

It was too embarrassing. He had only wanted to help remove a strand of hair, yet she had thought... and had even closed her eyes...

"Why did you close your eyes?" Ao Tian wanted to laugh, but he forced himself to hold it in.

Seeing Bibi Dong's slightly pursed red lips, his heart stirred.

However, he understood that such things could not be rushed. They had to take it slowly.

Feelings needed to be cultivated over time. Ao Tian preferred things to happen naturally, when the time was right.

He was also somewhat surprised. He had not expected his charm to be so great that even a proud Proud Daughter of Heaven like Bibi Dong would be willing to offer him a kiss.

Hearing Ao Tian's words, Bibi Dong became even more bashful. Her body trembled slightly, and her snowy-white skin was tinged with a layer of pink, making her extraordinarily beautiful and alluring.

What's wrong with me? I'm the Saintess of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, peerlessly talented. How could I feel this way toward a strange man...

Bibi Dong snapped awake, forcefully broke free from Ao Tian's hand, and retreated several steps, staring at him warily.

In a single day, she had been hurt one after another by the two men closest to her. Without realizing it, Bibi Dong had already come to hate men deeply.

Yet just now, she had still carelessly fallen under the temptation of Ao Tian's looks.

"Who exactly are you?" This was already the third time Bibi Dong had asked Ao Tian about his identity.

However, since Ao Tian had just saved her, her tone was fairly gentle.

Ao Tian sat down by the table, turned over the teacups, poured two cups of tea, and pushed one toward Bibi Dong. "Have some tea."

Bibi Dong looked at the tea before her with some hesitation. Only after seeing Ao Tian take a drink did she take a small sip.

"I'm merely a passerby who stepped in to help when I saw an injustice," Ao Tian said with a smile.

Bibi Dong did not believe him, because there were far too many suspicious things about him.

"How did you know beforehand that I was in danger?" Her gaze gradually sharpened as she scrutinized the man before her.

She suspected that this might also be a conspiracy.

"I possess some ability to foresee the future," Ao Tian said.

Bibi Dong clearly did not believe him. The corners of her lips curled up slightly. "Then predict what I'm thinking right now."

Ao Tian flashed a brilliant smile, and his handsome, ethereal face immediately captivated Bibi Dong's mind.

"You must be thinking, how can there be such a handsome man in this world?"

Bibi Dong's pretty face reddened. She hastily looked away, as though Ao Tian had truly seen through her thoughts.

Gathering her courage, she continued, "Then what is your strength? How did you defeat me... defeat Qian Xunji so easily?"

Ao Tian thought for a moment, then said seriously, "My strength... should be a little greater than that of a god."

Bibi Dong could not help rolling her eyes, looking somewhat adorably dazed.

She was speechless. Such a handsome man actually liked to lie.

She knew that gods existed in this world, and that they were far stronger than even Level Ninety-nine Titled Douluo.

Moreover, she had a secret unknown to anyone else, a secret related to gods. Thus, she understood the might of gods better than anyone.

Yet this fellow called Ao Tian actually claimed that he was stronger than a god. He was truly arrogant beyond measure.

For the sake of Ao Tian having saved her, Bibi Dong did not expose his boastful words.

In truth, she had already formed a guess about Ao Tian's strength.

Being able to knock the Level Ninety-five Qian Xunji unconscious with a single palm strike meant that his strength should be close to that of a Level Ninety-nine Peerless Douluo.

As for whether he had reached the level of a Peerless Douluo, Bibi Dong felt that was unlikely.

After all, Ao Tian did not appear to be much older than she was. Possessing strength close to that of a Peerless Douluo at such an age was already terrifying enough. How could he possibly have reached Level Ninety-nine while still so young?

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong suddenly felt that all the glory surrounding her for so many years paled utterly beside Ao Tian.

She had been praised as a genius since childhood and had trained with extraordinary diligence, yet she had only just approached the Soul Saint realm.

However, this man before her was already nearly Level Ninety-nine...

How exactly did he cultivate? Spirit Hall's intelligence network is the most extensive. Why had I never heard of such a formidable figure on Douluo Continent before? Bibi Dong wondered.

"What are you planning to do from now on?" Ao Tian asked.

Bibi Dong froze for a moment and fell silent.

Only after a while did she say, "That beast Qian Xunji is no longer my teacher. I always regarded him as an elder, respected him, and cared for him as a filial daughter would. I never expected that he would..."

At this point, Bibi Dong's eyes reddened.

After spending so many years together, her feelings for Qian Xunji had become extremely deep. She had even regarded him as a father figure.

Yet all of that had collapsed today, leaving her unable to bear it.

"If you want him dead, I'll go kill him right now," Ao Tian said calmly.

Killing a Pope sounded like a trivial matter when he said it.

Seeing Ao Tian rise to his feet, Bibi Dong hurriedly said, "Don't."

"What? After what he did to you, you still care about old ties?" Ao Tian looked at her.

"He was my teacher after all. He raised me for many years and taught me how to cultivate. Spare his life."

Ao Tian looked at Bibi Dong in surprise. In his impression, Bibi Dong should have had an unyielding personality, decisive and ruthless in killing.

But now, she was somewhat too kind.

However, he quickly realized that the Bibi Dong in the book had become decisive and ruthless because she had endured too much pain and hardship.

Before being hurt by two men today, the current Bibi Dong had still been an innocent, pure-hearted girl.

"Fine," Ao Tian said. "Since you've made a clean break with him, where do you plan to go?"

Bibi Dong immediately fell silent. She had fallen out with Qian Xunji, so where else could she go?

If Qian Xunji refused to let her go, then with Spirit Hall's influence spread throughout the continent, there would likely be nowhere in the world that could shelter her.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Looking at Ao Tian, she asked, "Can I follow you?"

Although she had constantly reminded herself to be wary of this handsome man, Bibi Dong felt an inexplicable trust toward Ao Tian.

Ao Tian smiled. "Of course. I'll take you around the continent. In a few years, you can come back."

"What would I come back for?" Bibi Dong asked in confusion.

"To become the Pope." Ao Tian felt a faint sense of anticipation. He believed that Bibi Dong as Pope was the most beautiful Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong shook her head. "But... I don't really want to become the Pope. Besides, how could Qian Xunji possibly let me become Pope? He still has an old father, a Level Ninety-nine Peerless Douluo. He would never allow an outsider like me to become Pope."

Ao Tian said with certainty, "Don't worry. If I say you can become Pope, then you can."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes," Bibi Dong said. Her gaze swept around the room. "Where is this place?"

"This is an inn in Spirit City."

"Then where will I... sleep tonight?" Bibi Dong looked at Ao Tian, her heart uneasy as her hands kept tugging at the corner of her clothes beneath the table.

Ao Tian pointed at the large bed and smiled. "You sleep there."

"What about you?" Bibi Dong blurted out.

Ao Tian shrugged indifferently. "You sleep. I don't like sleeping."

Inside the Papal Palace, Qian Xunji returned to his bedroom.

One side of his face was swollen high, like a purplish-black ball. Nearly all the teeth in his mouth had fallen out, and his mouth was full of blood.

"Someone!" he roared indistinctly.

A delicate-looking maid walked in, trembling with fear.

Qian Xunji's eyes were bloodshot. In his eyes, the frail maid before him gradually turned into Bibi Dong.

A scream rang out. The girl was thrown onto the bed, followed by endless tearing sounds and pleas for mercy.

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