Bibi Dong Climbs Through the Window at Midnight, Guang Ling Douluo the Old Tsundere

After poring over the Immortal Herb Record for a full two hours, he had more or less memorized the entries on several immortal herbs.

Though it could not compare to the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, it was already more than enough for him.

It was now night. Jiang Qingyu had not gone to cook, but Guang Ling Douluo had come, pacing outside his door for a long while before ultimately not knocking.

He was probably afraid of disturbing Jiang Qingyu's rest.

"Ha~"

Stretching his body, Jiang Qingyu yawned. The Flame Phoenix Sword appeared in his hand, and with a flick of his finger, waves of phoenix cries rang out.

"After absorbing those two immortal herbs, I wonder if I can merge the powers of ice and fire and advance even further."

Jiang Qingyu muttered to himself.

He put away the Flame Phoenix Sword. Before he could make his next move, a sound suddenly came from the window, followed by a figure quietly climbing inside.

Since no lamp was lit in the room, the person climbing through the window did not dare make too much noise.

Jiang Qingyu's eyes glowed red. Though it was night, he could clearly see every corner of the room.

The person climbing through the window first revealed a slender, fair calf. Only when both feet gradually touched the floor did her entire figure come into view.

Her wine-red hair cascaded over her shoulders. Jiang Qingyu recognized her at once.

Well, well. Sneaking in through the window in the middle of the night—you really outdid yourself.

Bibi Dong entered the room and, finding no movement around her, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew, good, good."

She was so clever—practically a little genius.

Bibi Dong looked around. Seeing the covers on the bed raised into a quiet mound with no movement, she assumed Jiang Qingyu was already sound asleep.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, she tiptoed quickly forward, spread her arms, and pounced onto the bed.

What she grabbed was soft—nothing but blankets and pillows. There was no one there at all.

Bibi Dong stood frozen in place, hugging a pillow as her heart skipped a beat. Oh no—I missed.

The next moment, the soul tool lamp in the room suddenly lit up.

Jiang Qingyu stood beside the bed, white hair falling over his shoulders. His red eyes held a trace of helplessness, while his face had gone completely dark.

"Bibi Dong, what are you trying to do, breaking in here in the middle of the night?"

Bibi Dong shuddered in fright, then slowly turned around and forced out a flattering smile.

"Hehe, Qingyu, I was worried you might not be used to living in Spirit Hall after just arriving, so I came specially to warm your bed."

A vein throbbed on Jiang Qingyu's forehead. He was utterly speechless.

"I need you to warm my bed? Listen to yourself. Does that even sound reasonable?"

I'm a level-sixty-two Soul Emperor. With my soul power circulating through my body, how could I possibly be afraid of the cold? This girl climbed through my window at midnight—she clearly has other motives.

Bibi Dong rubbed her hands together, still trying to explain herself.

"I was just worried about you. You're unfamiliar with the place, and if something happened at night..."

"What could happen to me?" Jiang Qingyu interrupted her, raising a hand to point at the window. "Go back now. It's the middle of the night. If someone sees us, it won't be good for either of our reputations."

Seeing his serious expression, Bibi Dong did not dare continue messing around. She slowly shuffled toward the window.

Before climbing out, she turned back and blinked at him. "Then I'll come see you again tomorrow and bring you some Spirit Hall pastries!"

Watching her figure vanish into the night, Jiang Qingyu helplessly pressed a hand to his forehead. He had truly learned how formidable the clinginess of Spirit Hall's famed Holy Maiden was.

Could it be that, because of me, Yu Xiaogang never managed to get close to her?

At the same time, in the Consecration Hall, the seven consecrators had gathered together to settle on an auspicious date for the Holy Son ceremony.

"I, Guang Ling, have decided to bring out a treasure I've kept hidden for years: a sixty-thousand-year soul bone that dropped from a Flame Giant Lizard three years ago."

Guang Ling Douluo was extremely confident. This was his entire nest egg; he truly could not offer anything better.

This was already his limit.

The other consecrators had brought out very few resources as well. Soul bone resources were scarce, something everyone recognized. Even titled Douluo like them did not possess a complete set.

Not to mention other soul masters. Having even a single top-tier soul bone was enough to make one's ancestral graves smoke.

The two brothers, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, could only offer manuals on staff techniques, but Jiang Qingyu used a sword, not a staff.

"Everyone, see what you can offer. Don't hold back. The more, the better."

Qian Daoliu gave a light cough and reminded them.

In any case, he certainly had good things. As an elder Ultimate Douluo, he had a fine opportunity to draw on some of his reserves.

There was still no inheritor of the Angel legacy, but this was the perfect chance to show off.

Each of the seven consecrators had their own calculations.

Early the next morning, Jiang Qingyu arrived at a side hall.

Guang Ling Douluo was lying in a bamboo chair, basking in the sun. The moment he saw Jiang Qingyu approach, he sat upright and waved with a smile.

"What does little Qingyu need from Grandpa Guang Ling?"

"I want to go to Sunset Forest." Jiang Qingyu got straight to the point.

Guang Ling froze, then frowned.

"What are you going to Sunset Forest for? You just broke through to Soul Emperor, and your foundation is still stable. There's no need to rush into hunting soul beasts."

This kid just joined Spirit Hall. Why not enjoy a comfortable life instead of running off into the wilderness?

Jiang Qingyu did not explain much and simply said, "If Grandpa Guang Ling isn't going, I'll go ask Grandpa Qingluan."

"Hey, you brat!" Guang Ling immediately grew anxious and jumped out of his chair. "I was just curious and asked. I never said I wouldn't take you. Qingluan is rigid as a board—how could he be more reliable than me?"

Though he complained aloud, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Jiang Qingyu had not actually gone to find the third brother, or else he would look useless as a grandfather.

"Are you going to look for herbs?" Guang Ling leaned closer and asked in a low voice. Remembering Jiang Qingyu borrowing the Immortal Herb Record last night, he had guessed most of it.

Jiang Qingyu nodded slightly.

"Fine, Grandpa will go with you." Guang Ling made the decision at once and turned to pack his luggage. "The depths of Sunset Forest are dangerous. It'll only be safe with me following you. Besides, I could use the exercise—it's not like I'm making a special trip just for you."

Jiang Qingyu spread his hands and smiled helplessly. "Right, right, right. It's not because Grandpa Guang Ling especially wants to go."

At his age, he was still acting like an old tsundere.

Once they had finished packing, Bibi Dong suddenly appeared before them, rushing over as though she had caught their scent.

"Wait, I'm going too!"

"Qingyu, take me with you, okay?"

"I don't want to stay in Spirit Hall anymore."

Bibi Dong blinked her eyes.

"No." Jiang Qingyu refused without hesitation.

Bibi Dong was nearly in tears as she spoke pitifully.

"Qingyu, please, take me with you. I'll definitely be able to help."

How cold. The more he acts like this, the more I want to pull Qingyu down from his lofty pedestal.

Seeing him lose his composure would surely be incredibly satisfying.

Jiang Qingyu showed no reaction at all, but Guang Ling Douluo stepped in to smooth things over.

"Take little Bibi with you. You'll inevitably have dealings with each other in the future."

Little Qingyu was good in every way, except that he was too aloof and unwilling to interact much with others.

Of course, Guang Ling himself was the same. Without some persistent coaxing, it would not work.

"Fine, fine. Since Grandpa Guang Ling has said so, the Holy Maiden can come along." Jiang Qingyu relented.

"Yay!" Bibi Dong cheered joyfully.

When they arrived before Spirit Hall, a carriage had already been arranged. They boarded it and set off for Sunset Forest.