They were a man and a woman. The woman had medium-short orange hair, a touch of valor in her expression, a high nose bridge, and thin, pale pink lips.
The man had fiery red hair and a resolute face, though a faint hint of arrogance lingered in his expression.
Beneath their portraits were the labels seven soul heaven chong and seven soul linghui.
Bibi Dong's message said one was unconscious and the other had gone mad. Apparently, they had died while running a secret realm, and then the damned system had randomly stripped away one of their seven corporeal souls.
As for why those stripped souls had appeared in Qian Chongling's inventory, that was naturally the result of his "negotiations" with the damned system.
After all, the secret realms were for cultivation, not for screwing their own people over and killing them. It would be far too much of a shame if a genuine genius died inside.
But if he told them outright that he would put their stripped souls back, the trials would lose their purpose.
Even Bibi Dong knew nothing about this.
Thus, those entering the first two trial secret realms had all gone in prepared to die.
Once he understood the whole story, Qian Chongling sent Bibi Dong a message.
"It's fine. Their souls are with me. I'll treat them when I return in a few days. Just don't cremate them."
Bibi Dong quickly replied, "That's a relief. When are you coming back? Yue'er has been clamoring for little brothers and sisters lately."
Seeing Bibi Dong's message, Qian Chongling instantly sucked in a breath of cold air and simply pretended he hadn't seen it.
At thirty, a woman was a wolf; at forty, a tiger. That saying really was no lie.
In the beginning, Qian Chongling's win