Bibi Dong's Self-Indulgent Plan, Tang Chen's Arrangements

A brief day of peace passed, and the various preparations were gradually completed.

Qian Xunji had also sent the invitations to the major sects. All the prominent figures would be attending.

That day, Jiang Qingyu made garlic pork ribs, steamed sea bass, and Clear Dew Tea.

Everything had come from the Star Dou Great Forest, gifts from Bi Ji and Di Tian.

"It smells so good, Qingyu. I'm digging in."

Drawn out by the aroma, the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King rushed eagerly toward the table. Just as their fingers were about to grab the chopsticks—

"Stop!"

Jiang Qingyu spoke.

The master-servant contract took effect, and the two immediately stood straight.

"What are you in such a hurry for?"

"I made this for everyone to eat together."

Jiang Qingyu looked at the two of them. Their eyes remained fixed on the food on the table.

"Qingyu, stop using the master-servant contract on us. We wanted to eat yesterday, but everyone else finished it all." The Ice Dragon King let out disgruntled cries, venting her dissatisfaction.

If she was going to eat, she had to eat something good.

Jiang Qingyu had absorbed even her dragon bones. He couldn't possibly deny her food too, could he?

"I'll taste it first."

Ignoring the Ice Dragon King's protests, Jiang Qingyu picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece, and put it in his mouth.

The flavor was just right. The garlic pork ribs were tender and soft.

The sub-dragon meat Di Tian had sent over was pretty good.

He set down his chopsticks and let the two of them start eating.

The Ice Dragon King and Silver Dragon King immediately sat down and began devouring their food. Their wolfish appetites left Jiang Qingyu helpless; they looked like they had just returned from famine relief.

Now that the invitations had been sent out, the Upper Three Sects had probably all received them. The Lower Four Sects should also agree to come.

Grandpa Guang Ling had told him to cultivate a force of his own.

Some of the Lower Four Sects would be a good choice.

The Holy Dragon Sect and the Elephant Armor Sect.

By Tang San's era, the Elephant Armor Sect had joined Spirit Hall, while Tuoba Xi of the Holy Dragon Sect had also broken through to become a Titled Douluo in the later years.

Unfortunately, he had barely enjoyed it for a few days before Bibi Dong drained him as nourishment.

He was practically the prime example of breaking through only to die.

"Qingyu, I'm here!"

A voice rang out from above.

Looking up, Jiang Qingyu saw Bibi Dong diving down. Three pairs of thin wings flapped rapidly behind her—it was the Six-Winged Purple Light Wings.

Just as she was about to reach the ground, Bibi Dong suddenly lost control of her body and began plummeting.

"Ah, Qingyu, catch me!" Bibi Dong shouted.

Jiang Qingyu shook his head helplessly, quickly pinpointed where Bibi Dong would fall, and reached out to catch her steadily.

Falling into Jiang Qingyu's arms, Bibi Dong caught that intoxicating scent and took a deep breath. It felt wonderful.

Ninety-nine percent!

A rare prize!

Though he was a little cold, he smelled really good.

Seeing Bibi Dong's intoxicated expression, Jiang Qingyu immediately let go.

"Ow!" Bibi Dong landed on her butt and let out a delicate cry.

"Qingyu, why did you let go?!"

Bibi Dong got to her feet, rubbing her butt as she complained.

Jiang Qingyu spoke sternly. "Look at yourself just now. You were acting like a female hooligan. I caught you, and you still didn't want to get down?"

Bibi Dong was instantly speechless. Her face reddened with embarrassment. "Qingyu, that was an accident."

Jiang Qingyu rolled his eyes at her. "As if I don't know you. And you absorbed an external spirit bone—weren't you flying perfectly well just now? Why couldn't you land?"

"I only finished absorbing it today, so I haven't adjusted to it yet. I originally came to show you what it looked like after I absorbed it, but I was going too fast and couldn't stop in time."

"Qingyu, you know it's my first time flying. I don't have any experience."

"If Qingyu is willing to teach me, that would be even better."

Bibi Dong bent over, stuck out her butt, clasped her hands beneath her chin, and blinked at Jiang Qingyu. "Can you?"

"Burp~"

Jiang Qingyu had just been about to refuse when the loud belch interrupted him.

Bibi Dong and Jiang Qingyu both turned to look at the two Dragon Kings.

The Ice Dragon King rubbed her stomach and smiled contentedly.

"Burp~" The Ice Dragon King took another sip of Clear Dew Tea, finally suppressing it.

Across from her, the Fire Dragon King covered her face, feeling utterly humiliated.

Signing a master-servant contract had already been humiliating enough. Now she had gone and done something this embarrassing too.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

The Ice Dragon King noticed that all three people present were staring at her.

It's over! The Fire Dragon King was so mortified she wanted to die.

Jiang Qingyu spread his hands. "It's fine. Go on resting."

He then looked back at Bibi Dong. "Flying isn't difficult. Just learn it slowly."

Bibi Dong sighed. Seeing that Jiang Qingyu had refused, she could not force the matter any further.

After interacting with Qingyu this time, she had discovered that as long as the situation was passive, Qingyu would not refuse her requests.

First, get closer to him slowly. Then hold his hand, confirm the relationship, roll into bed together, try even more shameful positions, and then get pregnant.

With a clear goal in mind, Bibi Dong's mood improved considerably.

Meanwhile, at the Clear Sky Sect, leader of the Upper Three Sects.

In the sect's main hall, Tang Chen's dear son, Tang Wei, ran in from outside. He held a gleaming golden invitation card engraved with the symbol of the Angel Clan.

"Father, an invitation from Spirit Hall."

Tang Wei presented it to him.

Tang Chen accepted it, casually scanned the contents, and said flatly, "Spirit Hall has confirmed its Holy Son and invited us to attend. It's that genius from the Soul Fighting Arena!"

We were a step too late!

Is there still a chance?

I wonder if that girl Yuehua can shoulder this responsibility?

"Father, that young Soul Sage with the Flame Phoenix Sword?"

Tang Wei had heard Jiang Qingyu's name. He was the genius who had defeated Hao'er.

"Yes, him. I originally wanted to recruit him, but Qian Daoliu actually made him the Holy Son. This is truly troublesome!"

Tang Chen rubbed his brow. "Wei'er, can Yuehua take on the important task of seducing Jiang Qingyu?"

"I think the chances are low, but we can try. Since ancient times, heroes have struggled to resist beautiful women." Tang Wei felt it was worth trying. If they succeeded, his daughter's standing within the sect could rise considerably.

Tang Yuehua was also an exceptionally talented genius. She had innate soul power at rank nine, but her martial soul had mutated. Even after all these years, she still had not made a breakthrough.

Tang Hao had already become a Soul Sage, so naturally the sect would make an issue of Tang Yuehua again.

Though they did not say it openly, there was no way he could be unaware of it.

"Give it a try. It will also give that girl Yuehua an opportunity."

Tang Chen nodded, signaling for Tang Wei to have a proper talk with Tang Yuehua.

"Yes, Father. I'll make the arrangements now." Tang Wei accepted the order and left.

Afterward, Tang Chen summoned Tang Hao and told him that they would be heading to Spirit Hall in the coming days.

After learning of it, Tang Hao's feelings were somewhat complicated. "Father, I want to defeat Jiang Qingyu!"

"I know you do, but Hao'er, he is too strong. Perhaps you would have a chance if you could obtain the Deathgod Domain," Tang Chen said.

The Deathgod Domain!

Tang Hao's heart shook. If he had the Deathgod Domain, he truly could fight Jiang Qingyu.

"After the succession ceremony is over, I will begin making arrangements."

"For now, you and Xiao'er should make some preparations."

"Yes, Father."