Bibi Dong turned to Zhao Ling with a smile.
"Honey, Yin'er and I want to browse the streets. Go help Teacher entertain the guests..."
"Yes, honey, thanks for taking care of this. We won't be joining you," Ah Yin agreed with a nod.
With that, both women released Zhao Ling's arms, took each other's hands, and started toward the exit of Spirit Hall.
Zhao Ling's swordlike brows furrowed slightly. What was going on with these two? What did they mean by dumping all the guest-entertaining on him?
Chapter 103: The fish is about to take the bait
Zhao Ling raised his brows in confusion and hurriedly called out to stop them.
"Dong'er, Yin'er, what's going on? How about the three of us finish entertaining the guests, then go out together?"
Naturally, neither woman agreed to Zhao Ling's suggestion.
They did not want Zhao Ling tagging along. How would they fish otherwise?
Bibi Dong turned back and playfully stuck her tongue out at Zhao Ling.
"Sorry, honey. Yin'er and I want to buy some things we can't let you see."
"Yes, honey. You're so considerate. Surely you understand?"
Ah Yin winked playfully too, and a single casual remark dashed Zhao Ling's plans to follow them.
"All right, all right." Zhao Ling nodded, watching the two women leave arm in arm.
Once they were gone, the people who had returned from the branch halls and subsidiary halls, all of whom had long wanted to meet Zhao Ling, swarmed around him.
After leaving Spirit Hall, Bo Saixi opened her Diary Copy with a thought.
Reading its latest updates, she initially felt rather embarrassed.
Coming to Qian Daoliu to look for Tang Chen really did smack of killing a man and then stabbing him in the heart.
After all, she knew Qian Daoliu loved her. Not accepting his love was one thing, but going to see him to learn his romantic rival's whereabouts was rather unkind.
Still, Bo Saixi felt she had no choice. That fellow named Zhao Ling was surely in Spirit City now, and she had no way to ask Qian Daoliu which person was Zhao Ling.
She could only ask Qian Daoliu because she had no alternative. It was a helpless measure; had she known who Zhao Ling was, she would not have resorted to such a poor plan.
Just then, Bo Saixi, who had been keeping her attention on Zhao Ling's Diary Copy, sensed someone following her. Her delicate brows knitted, but when she turned, she found two pairs of eyes watching her.
She recognized them instantly. Weren't they the two beautiful women who had stood beside the man who had caught her attention earlier?
Strange. Why have these two women followed me? Was I staring at that man so spellbound earlier that I looked like some lovesick woman? Have they come to warn me not to entertain any wild hopes?
If that was really the case, Bo Saixi would laugh her teeth out.
Who was she, Bo Saixi? How could she fall so easily for a strange man she had only met once?
She had stared at him without blinking earlier only because he was rather handsome and seemed rather approachable, making her involuntarily develop a favorable impression of him.
With that thought, Bo Saixi turned with a cold expression to face the two beautiful women following hand in hand and asked.
"You two have been following me. What is your business? If you can't give me a proper explanation, don't blame me for being impolite."
Yet Ah Yin and Bibi Dong did not answer Bo Saixi's cold words. They merely gave her a strange look, released each other's hands, and passed her on either side.
Once they had passed Bo Saixi, they took each other's hands again and walked eagerly ahead, exchanging remarks.
"Sister Dong'er, we finally got engaged to Brother Ling today. We're his real fiancées now. We should buy something delicious to celebrate."
Ah Yin's beautiful eyes held a smile as she deliberately spoke in a blissful, excited tone.
"Of course. Let's buy plenty of delicious food to take back tonight and have a good drink. Once we get Brother Ling drunk... hehe, we can..."
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed into smiling crescents, filled with anticipation.
"Huh... wait." Something suddenly occurred to Ah Yin, and her delicate brows furrowed.
"Brother Ling slept in my room last night. Surely it should be your turn tonight? You can't drag me into this. That's not fair."
"...Oh, please. You were the one who dragged me into it in the first place, and now you have the nerve to turn around and blame me?" Bibi Dong straightened her pretty face to show her displeasure.
Bo Saixi stared blankly as the two women passed her and walked ahead, talking as though no one else was there. She felt terribly awkward.
She had misunderstood them. She had thought they were following her, when she had simply been flattering herself. This was truly embarrassing.
Wait, those two women seemed to have said they were engaged to a man called Brother Ling and had become his fiancées.
Putting that together with Zhao Ling's recent complaints in the Diary Copy about preparations for his engagement.
Bo Saixi could not help wondering whether the man who had stood with those two women was the Brother Ling they spoke of-Zhao Ling, the diary's author.
At that thought, Bo Saixi's eyes instantly lit up. She had worn through iron shoes searching in vain, only to find him without the slightest effort.
If that man was Zhao Ling, things would be easy. She only needed to keep watch near Spirit Hall, and whenever he left someday, she could follow him.
Then she would surely be able to question him about Tang Chen. At that thought, Bo Saixi felt she could see hope and could not help growing excited.
Meanwhile, Ah Yin and Bibi Dong, walking ahead, both sensed Bo Saixi's excitement. They exchanged mischievous smiles. The fish was about to take the bait.
Knowing that the fish was about to bite, the two women did not immediately turn back toward Spirit Hall.
Instead, they searched the streets for delicious food-sugar-roasted chestnuts, roast chicken, roast lamb shank.
In any case, they bought plenty of things and tossed them all into their Storage Soul Tools.
To learn more about Zhao Ling's and the two women's interests and hobbies, Bo Saixi kept following them.
Only after an entire afternoon did she watch the two women return to Spirit Hall.
Bo Saixi showed no impatience over this. As long as she could catch Zhao Ling and question him about Tang Chen's whereabouts, everything was worth it.
At that thought, determination flashed in Bo Saixi's eyes, and only then did she go looking for a hotel to stay in.
Without a Soul Master Handbook recognized across the continent, many hotels refused to check her in, leaving Bo Saixi rather frustrated.
After coming to the mainland, she, the dignified High Priest of Sea God Island, could not even find somewhere to stay, despite having no shortage of money.
Still, she could understand. After all, a Soul Master Handbook served as a Soul Master's identification.
Without one, she could not prove her identity as a Soul Master. Naturally, Spirit City's hotels would worry that she was a criminal who had entered the city to cause trouble.
Whether for their own safety or Spirit City's stability, these hotels had to exercise the utmost caution.
But understanding was one thing. With nowhere to stay, was she supposed to sleep on the street? That was not her style.
Chapter 104: Life was too wonderful
Just as Bo Saixi considered using force to seize the hotel before her as her lodging.
She noticed a middle-aged man appear beside her, bowing respectfully as he addressed her.
"My respects, Sea God Douluo."
Bo Saixi narrowed her eyes slightly and sized him up. She remembered seemingly seeing him that afternoon.
He was a Titled Douluo whose Martial Soul was the Ghost Leopard, but given his strength, Bo Saixi felt she could easily slap him to death if they fought.
Of course, Bo Saixi did not consider herself a butcher who killed people indiscriminately. She merely cast him a cold glance and asked.
"Have you come to see me about something?"
Ghost Leopard Douluo nodded firmly and presented a Soul Master Handbook to Bo Saixi with both hands.
"The Great Enshrined knew you came to Spirit City without a Soul Master Handbook and feared it might cause you inconvenience, so he sent me to deliver this. Please accept it."
"Oh?" Bo Saixi casually took the Soul Master Handbook and glanced through it. Its contents essentially matched her circumstances, so she nodded.
"I'll accept this Soul Master Handbook. Please thank Qian Daoliu for me."
With that, Bo Saixi handed the Soul Master Handbook to the hotel receptionist before her, whose face was filled with shock.
The receptionist accepted it and was even more astonished by its contents.
This woman, who looked no older than her twenties, was actually a Titled Douluo? This... this was simply unbelievable!
She very much wanted to question the woman's identity, but the man who had delivered the Soul Master Handbook wore the robes of a Spirit Hall elder, clearly marking his status.
Yet even an elder like him had to treat this seemingly twenty-something woman with the utmost respect. That alone showed how exalted her status was.
Thus, the receptionist, who had been about to drive Bo Saixi out, put on a fawning smile and arranged the best suite for her.
Only after seeing Bo Saixi successfully settle into the hotel did Ghost Leopard Douluo turn and leave.
After returning to Spirit Hall, Ghost Leopard Douluo went straight to the Worship Hall and explained the situation. Having heard his report, Qian Daoliu waved him away.
Qian Daoliu stood before the Angel God's statue, overcome with sadness. He had long known Bo Saixi could never love him. He had already given up decades ago.
Simply because Bo Saixi had suddenly come to Spirit Hall, his heart had begun to stir again, and he had thought she had realized he was the one she loved. Now he truly felt rather foolish.
Despite knowing it was impossible, he had still harbored expectations. The one Bo Saixi loved had always been that old fellow Tang Chen.
If that old fellow Tang Chen were gone, would I have a chance?
"Ah..."
Qian Daoliu sighed, raised his head, and silently gazed at the Angel God's statue, saying nothing for a long time.
Meanwhile, the two women's gentle voices came from Bibi Dong's bedroom.
"Honey, this lamb shank is crisp outside and tender inside. It tastes pretty good. Try some."
"Darling, this beef is good too. Let me pick up a piece for you."
"This fruit wine tastes sweet. Let me feed you."
With one arm around Ah Yin's slender waist and the other around Bibi Dong's, Zhao Ling wore a blissful expression as he ate the food they brought to his lips.
He felt this life was truly wonderful, with beauties in his arms eagerly serving him food.
Thinking back on the sixteen years before his transmigration, aside from his carefree days before turning four, he had spent all his time caught in a frenzy of competition.
He had started kindergarten at five, and all manner of training classes had followed without end-dance, piano, violin, calligraphy, whatever was most maddening.
Once he was older, his life had essentially been a straight line between home and school. Even on weekends without extra lessons, there had still been training classes.
After transmigrating bodily to the Douluo Continent, Zhao Ling had worried that his weak strength would cost him his life.
So after his Martial Soul Awakening, he had begun competing against himself. Only now, having advanced to Titled Douluo, did Zhao Ling feel that his life of enjoyment had just begun.
Zhao Ling had no idea how much he had drunk. In any case, it had really gone to his head. Then Ah Yin and Bibi Dong exchanged a glance before taking Zhao Ling by the hands and leading him toward the bed together...
Only the following morning did Zhao Ling wake from sleep. He tapped his aching head. "Ouch, I drank a little too much yesterday. My head hurts."
He slowly opened his eyes, only to discover with delighted surprise that the blessing of having both wives together, which he had always yearned for, had actually come true while he was drunk.
But he had been so drunk yesterday that he had not felt any of that pleasure. Still, the corners of Zhao Ling's mouth curled slightly as he drew the quilt over them...
That afternoon, only when the sun had sunk westward to a mere thirty degrees above the horizon did Zhao Ling get dressed and leave the bed, feeling thoroughly refreshed.
Ah Yin and Bibi Dong exchanged helpless looks, both inwardly crying out that their husband was a freak.
By rights, working together as sisters, they should have been able to tame their husband completely and show him what they were made of.
But faced with the present situation, Ah Yin and Bibi Dong had completely lost their temper for fighting.
Now they only wanted rest-a good rest. They must never again entertain the fantasy that sisters united could cut through metal.
Zhao Ling had no idea what the two women were thinking. He raised his hands and gently stroked each of their heads.
"My dear wives, you must be hungry now, right? Your husband will have someone prepare dinner for you."
Bibi Dong turned to Ah Yin and asked tentatively, "Sister Ah Yin, are you hungry? I'm not particularly hungry at the moment."
Ah Yin shook her head too. "I'm not very hungry either... but honey, have someone prepare it first. Sister Dong'er and I can eat after nightfall, when we're hungry."
"All right, I'll be off, then." Zhao Ling nodded with a smile, then turned and left the room.
Only then did both women breathe a sigh of relief. Their freak of a husband had finally left. Otherwise, they had no idea what further torment awaited them.
After leaving the room, Zhao Ling went to arrange for someone to prepare dinner for the two women.
With his current Titled Douluo cultivation, he himself had little need to eat.
Even going several months without food or water would cause no problems, but Ah Yin and Bibi Dong could not do that. They needed to eat; it would be bad if they went hungry.
Yet unexpectedly, Zhao Ling had only just left the room and had not even reached the kitchen when he encountered Qian Xunji, his aged face stern.
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