He... He Was Actually Pretty Nice When He Didn't Hit Me...

Yue Guan and the two Title Douluo wore lingering expressions of fear.

They had yet to recover from the terror of having their memories altered.

At the same time, they noticed something.

Bibi Dong seemed deeply unsettled, and they assumed she was angry again.

Indeed, no matter who it was, facing such a terrifying enemy and watching their own memories get twisted into a mess while being utterly powerless—without even the right to resist...

Anyone would feel a profound sense of helplessness.

Not to mention the proud and arrogant Holy Maiden.

At this moment, the humiliation in her heart was likely greater than her fear.

"Your Highness... are you all right?" Yue Guan stepped closer and asked cautiously.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath. Her gaze calmed, and she once again became the noble, aloof Holy Maiden she usually was.

"What is it?"

"N-No, nothing, it's just... uh..."

Yue Guan brushed back the hair by his ear and forced out an effeminate smile. "It's just that guy. He's really annoying, isn't he, Your Highness?"

Bibi Dong: "..."

Her feelings were complicated, and she could not be bothered to comment.

Seeing her remain silent, was her mood really that heavy?

Yue Guan blinked again and continued with a chuckle. "He's so elusive, tsk tsk... Hmph, always acting mysterious. Who knows what he's thinking? Your Highness, what kind of person do you think... he is?"

What does that have to do with me?

Bibi Dong still could not be bothered to comment.

She closed her eyes, sat cross-legged, and directly began circulating her soul power to cultivate.

"Uh..."

Seeing that she still said nothing, Yue Guan looked at a loss. He could not keep forcing awkward conversation, so he turned away dejectedly and sat down with the two Title Douluo.

What he did not notice was this.

The moment he turned around, Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes again. She gazed ahead... and let out a soft sigh.

What kind of person was he...??

He... he was actually pretty nice when he did not hit me...

At least... he... kept his word...

Bibi Dong's gaze carried a trace of resentment.

People were often like this.

They assumed the other person was just as vile as they had imagined, only to discover that the other person was not nearly as dark as they thought.

Instead, they themselves had judged a gentleman by their own petty standards and looked down on others with their own darkness.

In the end, the truly vile person became themselves.

That immense sense of disparity was the most maddening thing of all.

Bibi Dong was in exactly that state of mind right now.

At first, she had believed that Chu Zisheng wanted her to pay with her body in exchange for his help.

If Chu Zisheng had truly done something to her as she had expected, she would have endured it and put it behind her, burying the hatred in her heart as she quietly waited for a chance at revenge.

But Chu Zisheng had done nothing. He said he had planted a mark, yet she had not felt anything unusual;

He had also continued to honor his promise. She had suffered no losses at all, yet had received a hundred-thousand-year Death Spider Emperor for free...

Logically, she should have felt fortunate. She should have been happy...

But Bibi Dong did not know why.

There was simply a stifling sensation in her chest, and it felt especially awful.

She even absurdly found herself thinking that if Chu Zisheng had actually done something to her, she might have felt better.

He did nothing... It was more like... he looked down on her and found her disgusting.

She had clearly taken off all her clothes and been so proactive, yet he had remained completely unmoved. He had even helped her put her clothes back on...

It was as though he had been telling her not to debase herself like that...

This baseless frustration was so bewildering that even she did not understand what she was thinking.

"...Sigh."

Bibi Dong took another deep breath. Her purple eyes looked calmly ahead, and she appeared to have settled down.

Yet her heart was already stirring with waves that could not be erased...

"Giao—giao—giao—!!!"

The enormous Purple-Winged Spirit Kite swept across the sky above the great forest, its clear, piercing cry echoing through the heavens.

They had already traveled far from the core region of Star Dou Forest, so they were unlikely to encounter any hundred-thousand-year apex predators again.

Thus, although Yue Guan was seriously injured, he still released the oppressive aura of a Title Douluo.

After all, this Purple-Winged Spirit Kite was only at the Thousand-Year Soul Beast level and could easily be targeted as prey by some high-level ten-thousand-year soul beasts.

Although he was merely putting on a front now and possessed little actual combat strength.

The pressure of a Title Douluo alone was enough to intimidate some ten-thousand-year and thousand-year soul beasts, making them tremble and hide.

Therefore, the journey was fairly peaceful.

What he did not notice was this.

By a small river below stood a slender figure, quietly watching them.

Chu Zisheng raised his head and watched the Purple-Winged Spirit Kite fly past until it vanished into the clouds.

"Bibi Dong..."

Looking at Bibi Dong, who sat cross-legged atop the Purple-Winged Spirit Kite, Chu Zisheng smiled.

The seed called faith had already been planted. All that remained was to wait for it to slowly sprout.

Just then.

Suddenly.

"Oh my, whose child are you? Why are you here all alone!?"

A gentle voice, like that of a beautiful aunt next door, abruptly rang out.

"It's dangerous! Hurry, hurry! Come with me!!!!"

Chu Zisheng heard the voice and had only just turned around when his vision suddenly went dark.

A curvaceous black figure pounced toward him after a few leaps, scooped him into her arms, and rolled across the ground three or four times to dispel the momentum. She then sprang onto the branches of several trees and flickered through the forest in rapid succession, quickly disappearing into the depths of the woods.

And at the place they had just left.

Almost the very next second.

More than a dozen silver-gray Two-Headed Demon Wolves streaked past like silver flashes, howling as they relentlessly pursued them.

Every Two-Headed Demon Wolf radiated an aura above the thousand-year level, making them exceptionally intimidating.

The leading one was even covered in a crimson glow. Its aura was savage and brutal, nearly reaching the level of a seven-thousand-year soul beast!

As for the curvaceous, beautiful woman, her soul power fluctuations were merely at the peak of Soul Elder. She would have struggled to escape on her own, much less while carrying someone in her arms.

The distance between them was visibly closing at a rapid pace.

Before long, they would be surrounded...

Even facing one Two-Headed Demon Wolf was extremely difficult for the beautiful woman, let alone such a large pack.

One could imagine just how tragic the outcome would be if they were caught.

Chu Zisheng only felt his head buried in soft flesh. As the woman bounced up and down, his face was constantly squeezed, and his head was nearly shaken dizzy.

A rich fragrance kept flooding into his nostrils.

He felt like he was about to... about to suffocate...

"Brat, don't move around! Hold on tight!"

The woman lowered her voice, her breathing ragged. Even through the thick layers of flesh, he could feel her heart pounding wildly from fear.

"If you fall, big sister won't be able to save you."

As she spoke, she pulled Chu Zisheng tighter into her embrace.

That softness buried his entire face once more.

Chu Zisheng: "..."

This... this big sister really had no sense of propriety at all.