Bibi Dong: I Want to Marry My Benefactor by Force

"But I've never met you!"

Jiang Qingyu spread his hands, indicating that he had met too many people to remember them all. Besides, if it had been Bibi Dong, he definitely would have remembered.

"Hehe, of course you don't remember, Benefactor. I was still little back then, and I wore a mask because I was afraid of being discovered," Bibi Dong said with a smile.

After hearing the whole story, Qian Xunji finally understood and said:

"Fine, fine!"

"I was wondering why there were two times you weren't at Spirit Hall, and when you came back, something seemed off about you. So you secretly ran out to do this!"

Bibi Dong jolted in fright and stuck out her tongue. "Hehe, Teacher, I was just curious!"

"Curiosity killed the cat!" Qian Xunji smiled helplessly.

He truly had no way to deal with this disciple of his.

"Enough, enough. You really are something. As your teacher, I truly have no way to handle you."

Qian Xunji surrendered. She was his only disciple; if he had any other disciple, he would have already scolded them harshly, especially for going out alone.

"So you two are rather fated!"

Guang Ling Douluo had never heard of this before. In any case, the two had fate between them, and the Holy Maiden was quite suitable for little Qingyu.

"Benefactor, come to Spirit Hall and I'll protect you!" Bibi Dong patted her chest confidently. "I might not be able to protect you outside, but here, I definitely can."

Seeing Bibi Dong's confident appearance, Qian Xunji gave a helpless bitter smile. "Forget it. He doesn't need you."

Was his disciple a little too absurd?

Qian Xunji began questioning himself. Was Jiang Qingyu suitable for Bibi Dong?

Jiang Qingyu clearly had a cold and proud temperament. From beginning to end, he had barely shown any expression, and he carried an air that kept others a thousand miles away.

Even in plain, simple clothes, Jiang Qingyu managed to wear them with an air of nobility.

That was an innate bearing. It did not need deliberate cultivation; just a little dressing up would make it stand out.

Hmm, could Dong'er handle him?

Just as he hesitated, Bibi Dong suddenly said:

"Teacher, I want to marry my benefactor!"

The moment those words came out, Qian Xunji's body swayed, and he nearly fell from the papal throne.

He hurriedly braced himself against the armrest to steady his body, then looked at Bibi Dong in astonishment.

"What did you say? You want to marry him by force?"

Bibi Dong straightened her back, her gaze exceptionally resolute.

"That's right. I want to marry my benefactor by force. I'll settle our status first; feelings can be cultivated slowly."

She had remembered the two times he saved her life for years. She had finally waited for her benefactor to appear, and Guang Ling had even brought him here. No matter what, she could not let him go.

This was the kind of fate mentioned in novels!

She and her benefactor were destined for each other!

The veins at Qian Xunji's temple throbbed violently a few times. He clenched the armrest tightly before suppressing his anger.

He turned to look at Jiang Qingyu. The other man still stood where he was, white hair falling over his shoulders, not a ripple in his red eyes, as if the words just now had nothing to do with him.

Then he glanced at Guang Ling Douluo beside him. The man was leaning against a palace pillar with his arms folded, the corners of his lips raised high, clearly waiting to watch the show.

"Shut up!"

Qian Xunji lowered his voice and rebuked Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong shrank her neck, but she still pursed her lips, unwilling to concede.

Qian Xunji softened his tone slightly and said solemnly:

"Jiang Qingyu was brought here by Uncle Guang Ling. Even if you truly intend to form a marriage alliance, you must first ask Uncle Guang Ling and Jiang Qingyu what they think.

"Besides, there are rules for marriage between men and women. What you're talking about is marrying out, not taking someone in marriage. It would be one thing if you were being willful with an ordinary soul master, but his identity is special. How can I let you act so recklessly?"

Sigh, if he had no power or influence, then if you wanted to marry him by force, Teacher would be quite pleased and could fulfill your wish. But what sort of identity does Jiang Qingyu have? Since he was willing to meet, he must have already met Father.

Only then did Guang Ling Douluo slowly straighten up and smile as he smoothed things over.

"Your Holiness, you're being too distant. Qingyu is a cold-natured child. I've been worrying that there was no one to stir him up a little. Still, marrying someone by force truly would be improper. If word got out, where would Spirit Hall's dignity go?"

He secretly laughed to himself. This girl Bibi Dong had quite the nerve, daring to say something like that upon their first meeting. He wondered whether little Qingyu could withstand it.

Jiang Qingyu finally spoke, his tone calm and unruffled.

"Let us not discuss marriage for now. I have only just entered Spirit Hall. My first priority is to familiarize myself with the surroundings and stabilize my cultivation."

He clearly knew how Bibi Dong's future story would unfold. Right now, he had no mind for romantic entanglements. Securing his position as the Holy Son and raising his soul power were the utmost priorities.

Bibi Dong still did not want to give up. With someone like her benefactor, there was no other way but to marry him by force. If she slowly cultivated their feelings, it would be too late.

Slowly boiling a frog would not do. She had to strike while the iron was hot and settle it all at once!

With her, Bibi Dong's, astonishing wisdom, winning over her benefactor would definitely be effortless!

"How about I spar with my benefactor once?"

"Benefactor, what do you think?"

Bibi Dong asked again.

Qian Xunji thought the suggestion was not bad. It was a good chance to see how strong Jiang Qingyu was. His bearing was impressive, but he wondered whether his strength matched that bearing.

Since Uncle Guang Ling had taken a liking to him, he definitely was not ordinary. But if he only looked good and was useless otherwise, that would be interesting.

"Little Qingyu, will you agree?" Guang Ling Douluo asked.

"No problem."

Jiang Qingyu agreed. Besides, in a place like Spirit Hall, the less one displayed their strength, the more people would think they had gotten in through the back door.

Though he was not afraid of what others might say, displaying his strength was still very necessary.

Once they had settled on it, they immediately left the Papal Palace and headed to the spirit fighting platform nearest to it.

"Benefactor, I won't bully you. I'll definitely hold back."

On the spirit fighting arena, Bibi Dong was already halfway to celebrating victory.

She was eighteen years old and a level fifty-three Soul King. Her talent was exceptionally terrifying, and it was precisely because of this that she had been exceptionally promoted to Holy Maiden.

Other than herself, she had never seen anyone more talented!

"Begin."

Jiang Qingyu said flatly.

As his words fell, Bibi Dong activated her soul power.

Black mist surged forth as the Death Spider Emperor martial soul instantly manifested. A massive phantom of the Spider Emperor appeared behind her, six sharp spider legs spreading at her sides. Her soul rings lit up one by one beneath her feet—two yellow, two purple, and one black—arranged in perfect order.

Guang Ling Douluo nodded in praise.

"Not bad. A Soul King at eighteen. That level of talent ranks among the best on the entire continent."

A smile hung on Qian Xunji's lips.

"Yes. Dong'er has done well. She is one of the finest seedlings among Spirit Hall's younger generation."

There was a trace of pride in his voice. After all, Bibi Dong was a disciple he had personally taught.

In the arena, Jiang Qingyu's expression did not change. Blazing flames suddenly rose from his palm, and the Flame Phoenix Sword appeared in response. Phoenix patterns flowed across the blade, and a clear phoenix cry rang across the spirit fighting platform as scorching waves of heat spread in every direction.

Immediately afterward, soul rings slowly rose beneath his feet—one yellow, one purple, and four black. Six soul rings settled steadily before him.

The smile on Qian Xunji's face abruptly froze. His pupils suddenly contracted as he blurted out:

"A Soul Emperor? His second soul ring is already a thousand-year ring, and his third is directly a ten-thousand-year ring?"

He had never seen such an outrageous soul ring configuration. Normally, a soul master's third soul ring would only be a thousand-year ring, but Jiang Qingyu's was directly a ten-thousand-year ring. It was simply unheard of.

Guang Ling Douluo smiled.

"Of course. He is a genuine genius."

Qian Xunji turned to Guang Ling, his voice full of envy.

"Uncle Guang Ling, you truly found a treasure." He looked again at Bibi Dong in the arena. He had once thought his disciple's talent astounding, but now it instantly seemed insufficient.

On the spirit fighting platform, Bibi Dong stared blankly at the four black soul rings. Her formerly confident face stiffened. She had originally planned to give him a few moves, but now she understood that her benefactor did not need her to hold back at all. His strength was clearly far beyond hers.