Suddenly, Qian Daoliu inexplicably thought of an exquisitely beautiful figure. She was like a fairy dancing across the ocean, breathtakingly beautiful, drawing the heart and soul toward her. Her strength was beyond compare-even he was no match for her.
Back then, he seemed to have been rather like Qian Xunji now, just as full of resentment.
"Fucking hell."
"It was all that bastard Tang Chen's fault for interfering. Otherwise, I would have succeeded back then."
"If I'd gotten that woman Bo Saixi, why would I have worried about being unable to father a child who could accept angel divine power? Hmph, it was all that bastard Tang Chen's fault..."
Qian Daoliu dared not keep thinking about it. Otherwise, he felt he would go find that old son of a bitch Tang Chen and fight him to the death. That bastard had actually stolen the woman he had his eye on.
Of course, even if he found him, he would probably only get a savage beating.
Qian Daoliu was even less willing to think about it.
"You unfilial son, stay here and reflect on yourself. Stop causing me trouble."
Qian Daoliu snapped at Qian Xunji again. Then, with a swish, his figure vanished from the spot.
Whoosh-
When he reappeared, Qian Daoliu was already above the Saintess's Bedchamber. He released his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, its six feathered wings spreading as though to blot out the sky and sun.
"Hmph, let me investigate just what you're hiding..."
Qian Daoliu narrowed his golden eyes and gently pushed his aged palm forward. A powerful surge of angelic power poured down like raging waves. He intended to set up a barrier first to prevent Bibi Dong from escaping.
Hum!
But Qian Daoliu had not expected the power he sent pressing down to be inexplicably blocked by another, stronger wave of spiritual power.
"What?!"
"What's going on?"
"Who's behind this?"
Qian Daoliu looked around, his expression exceedingly grave.
Since becoming a Limit Douluo, he had never encountered anything so bizarre. Someone in this world could actually neutralize his power without a sound.
"Keh keh... wah wah... hee hee..."
"Lapdog of the Angel God, what have you come here for?"
The chilling, terrifying cries of an infant rose and fell through the space around him, making his skin crawl. Strangest of all, there was only a voice, without any figure to be seen.
Even Qian Daoliu was stunned by this scene.
Still, he did not panic. At most, he felt a little creeped out and instinctively clenched his ass.
"Hmph, playing at ghosts and gods."
"Heh..."
"Angel Domain."
Qian Daoliu quickly composed himself. Then, with a slight shift of his intent, a golden ripple spread outward, instantly forming an angel domain extending at least a thousand meters around him.
This was the Six-Winged Angel's innate domain. Within it, he was effectively the absolute ruler. He refused to believe that the person hiding in the shadows would still not show themselves.
Swish!
Sure enough, just as Qian Daoliu had expected, when the angel domain unfolded, a girl dressed in shabby, ancient black clothing appeared within it.
"You..."
"Could you be the Rakshasa God's consecrator?"
Qian Daoliu stared fixedly at the girl in black. From her, he sensed a power utterly opposed to his own, yet it seemed... under the cover of night, it was far stronger than his.
"Keh keh... wah wah... hee hee..."
Blood Pupil did not answer, merely laughing coldly.
Swish-
Then, visibly, the area covered by Qian Daoliu's angel domain began shrinking rapidly. The spot where Blood Pupil stood, in particular, was engulfed in darkness almost instantly, making her disappear from Qian Daoliu's sight once again.
"Damn it..."
"It's nighttime now. Her power must have been strengthened. Otherwise, she couldn't possibly break through my domain so easily."
Qian Daoliu's expression grew graver still, and he barked, "What exactly do you want?"
"Keh keh... ha ha... wah wah... eh... hee hee..."
That utterly chilling infant's voice once again echoed throughout the space. It seemed to come from every direction, yet no presence could be seen or sensed. It was deeply unnerving.
"Lapdog of the Angel God, listen well..."
Blood Pupil still did not show herself. Instead, she watched Qian Daoliu in this most uncanny fashion and said, her words carrying a powerful warning, "If my chosen one dies by your hand, I shall have your Qian Family... your entire clan buried alongside her!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the darkness vanished, and Qian Daoliu's angel domain once again occupied the surrounding thousand meters. Yet he felt no warmth at all. Instead, his hair stood on end, and he was left with lingering fear, feeling as though he had narrowly escaped death.
"This one really is..."
"Too terrifying."
Qian Daoliu let out a deep breath and glanced again at the Saintess's Bedchamber below. He was absolutely confident that even with the Rakshasa consecrator blocking him, he could kill everyone in that bedchamber within a single breath.
After all, nothing could be easier than using the shock waves of a battle between Limit Douluos to kill two Soul Masters below the rank of Titled Douluo.
But he did not dare.
Just as she had said, if he dared to act, the Qian Family would be finished. He had no confidence whatsoever in stopping this god of slaughter in the night.
"It seems whether we can touch Bibi Dong will depend entirely on Xunji."
Muttering one last sentence, Qian Daoliu vanished.
"Hmph, at least you know what's good for you."
In the shadows, only after Blood Pupil saw Qian Daoliu leave did her frost-cold expression slowly return to a blank one.
Bibi Dong was the disciple most suited to the Rakshasa Inheritance she had ever seen. Whether in talent, temperament, or intelligence, she far exceeded her expectations. She could not tolerate, and absolutely would not allow, any other deity's consecrator to interfere with Bibi Dong's inheritance.
Of course, if Bibi Dong died for some other reason, such as being murdered by Qian Xunji, she would have nothing to say. She could only lament that Bibi Dong lacked the luck and strength to become a god.
At that moment, inside the Saintess's Bedchamber below.
Everything was normal.
Neither Bibi Dong nor Xu Feng had any idea what kind of world-shaking confrontation had just taken place above the palace.
"My Bao'er~"
"Are you already impatient to feel your teacher's warm embrace?"
Bibi Dong had just emerged from her bath and changed into a thin gauze dress. She felt that when she held little Xu Feng like this, she could fully feel his soft skin, so tender and delicate. Holding him as she slept would feel very comfortable.
"Heh heh..."
Xu Feng did not even look at Bibi Dong.
[I really can't wait.]
[Please, just let me keep waiting forever.]
Hearing Bao'er's somewhat disdainful thoughts, Bibi Dong, already used to them, simply ignored them and lay down beside little Xu Feng.
"Bao'er~"
"Your teacher-oh, no..."
Remembering that she was supposed to be playing the pretty older girl, Bibi Dong hurriedly corrected herself. "Little brother, how about I give you a massage?"
"Heh heh..."
"As long as you're happy, pretty miss."
Xu Feng played along too, though of course his mind was full of sarcastic remarks.
[A massage, seriously?]
[She wants to play with me, yet dresses it up so grandly. I've simply never seen anyone so thick-skinned and shameless.]
[Sigh, forget it. Since I can't resist, I can only enjoy it.]
"Eh... hee hee..."
Brimming with secret delight, Bibi Dong began her service.
What Bibi Dong found regrettable was that Bao'er was too shy. To keep a certain distance from her, he liked sleeping with his clothes on, denying her any chance for intimate contact.
Still, that was fine. Bao'er had not kicked her away and even let her hold him as they slept. That already left her very satisfied.
"With the first step taken, I can hold him as we sleep."
"Then can lifting his clothes really be far off?"
Bibi Dong laughed wickedly to herself, and her slender, jade-like hands began to misbehave.
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