Bibi Dong's Descent into Darkness, Qian Xunji in Peril

Bibi Dong's Descent into Darkness, Qian Xunji in Peril

"Grandpa, what exactly is the Dao Protector's identity?!"

"He seems incredibly, incredibly strong. That Sword Riding Flight was so cool! I want to learn it too!"

Inside the Pope's Palace, Qian Renxue held the Juque Sword in both hands and watched Ling Feng ride his sword away from the Pope's Palace, her eyes filled with longing.

She turned back curiously and asked her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu gazed at Ling Feng's departing figure and patiently answered the confusion in Qian Renxue's eyes.

"Ling Feng is a truly legendary figure."

"Before him, there had been no such thing as the Sword Dao, this unusual cultivation system, on the continent."

"At that time, there had only been Martial Soul battles. Everything had been based on clashes between Martial Souls."

"He possesses exceptional talent. If he had been born in the same era as your grandfather..."

"With his talent and the Sword Dao System he created himself, he absolutely could have reached the pinnacle of the Sword Dao and become a god at level one hundred!"

At this point, Qian Daoliu sighed and shook his head.

A trace of regret appeared in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, he was born in the wrong era—an era where the path to godhood has been sealed."

Qian Daoliu paused.

After a long sigh, he continued, "Since the path to godhood has already been sealed, even though he created this unique Sword Dao Cultivation System, he still cannot reach the pinnacle of the Sword Dao and become a god at level one hundred."

"Ah, let's not talk about that."

"Xiao Xue, since he has willingly become your Dao Protector and wants you to practice the sword, then practice diligently!"

"Swinging your sword fifty times a day isn't much."

After saying that, Qian Daoliu instructed Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo behind him.

"Ju Douluo, Gui Douluo, the two of you must guard your Young Master well."

"If she loses even a single hair, I will hold you accountable!"

With a cold snort, Qian Daoliu looked toward the main hall of the Pope's Palace, where that woman Bibi Dong lived.

A moment later, Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze.

"Yes, Great Enshriner. Ju Douluo and I will certainly protect the Young Master." Gui Douluo clasped his fists slightly and bowed, speaking solemnly.

"Please rest assured, Great Enshriner. If the Young Master suffers even the slightest mishap under our watch, Gui Douluo and I will bring you our heads to beg for punishment!"

After Gui Douluo spoke, Ju Douluo immediately added his own assurance, patting his chest as he did so.

With both Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo having made their pledges, Qian Daoliu said nothing further.

He looked once more toward the main hall of the Pope's Palace.

This time, he did not look away immediately.

His gaze toward that place carried a subtle warning.

Within the main hall of the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong received Qian Daoliu's warning gaze, and her eyes darkened.

Seeing Qian Renxue chatting and laughing there, with an unfathomably powerful Dao Protector appearing out of nowhere, Bibi Dong's hand tightened around her scepter.

An inscrutable gloom flickered in her exquisite eyes.

When she saw the long-lost bright smile bloom on Qian Renxue's lovely face, Bibi Dong's eyes instantly clouded over.

The sight was unbearably glaring to her.

I'm suffering so much. Why does she get to be happy?

She did not want Qian Renxue to be happy, did not want her face to bear a smile. She wanted Qian Renxue to be like her, forever living in gloom and hatred.

She wanted Qian Renxue to become a tool for her revenge—merciless and cold-blooded.

A feeling called jealousy gnawed at her heart. Hatred spread within her, gradually occupying her entire heart.

Bibi Dong felt that she needed to do something.

She absolutely could not just watch helplessly.

Watch Qian Renxue obtain light and love. She wanted to make her fall into darkness just like herself.

But...!

Bibi Dong's grip tightened again.

She was alone and powerless now, barely able to protect herself. What could she possibly do to Qian Renxue?

Besides, she still had to protect her Xiao Gang.

That scum Qian Xunji had sternly warned her before.

If Qian Renxue suffered even the slightest mishap, he would place all the blame on Yu Xiaogang.

Qian Xunji was ruthless and vicious. If Yu Xiaogang fell into his hands, then the consequences...!

Bibi Dong did not dare imagine what inhuman torment her Xiao Gang would suffer then.

That scum Qian Xunji would surely torture and devastate him until he no longer even resembled a human.

For Xiao Gang's sake, Bibi Dong could only temporarily suppress her desire to drag Qian Renxue into darkness.

"Xiao Gang, Dong'er is so tired, so miserable. Do you know that?"

"Dong'er has endured humiliation and hardship for you, suffering pain and trials that ordinary women should never have to bear."

"Xiao Gang, why are you so useless? If you possessed cultivation and Soul Power as powerful as Qian Xunji's, Dong'er would not be in such pain!"

"Xiao Gang, if you had cultivation and Soul Power as powerful as Qian Xunji's, that beast Qian Xunji would fear you, and we could be happy together!"

"Why has heaven been so unfair to you? It gave you such an excellent mind, yet also gave you a trash Martial Soul with restrictions."

Having just suppressed those evil thoughts, Bibi Dong could not help but think of Yu Xiaogang's unusual flat-top haircut.

That haircut was so distinctive, so different from anyone else's. It truly fascinated her, drawing her deeply into obsession.

Thinking of her own misfortune, tears slowly streamed down Bibi Dong's face.

Dragging her weary body and her battered heart, Bibi Dong turned and returned to the Pope's Palace residence.

The Pope's Palace residence—the marital chamber she nominally shared with Qian Xunji.

Bibi Dong sat on the bed, her eyes unfocused as she felt profound despair for the future.

With her strength, she could not possibly escape Qian Xunji's control. Yu Xiaogang was also so weak. What was she supposed to do with her future? Where could she go?

"Forget it. I should enter seclusion first."

"I have Twin Martial Souls. That is my advantage!"

"As long as my Soul Power surpasses Qian Xunji's and I become a Limit Douluo, I won't need to fear that old man Qian Daoliu anymore. Then I'll be free!"

Just as Bibi Dong was about to enter cultivation, her brows suddenly furrowed tightly.

She sensed the aura of her current husband—Qian Xunji.

Qian Xunji, who should have been hunting the Blue Silver Emperor, had quietly returned.

Qian Xunji had returned in a hurry. His aura was chaotic and somewhat unstable, his expression clearly wrong—his face was even deathly pale.

In an instant, Bibi Dong sharply sensed something. A sinister glint flashed in her dark eyes.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and quietly hid herself behind an inconspicuous pillar.

Meanwhile, Qian Xunji, who had barely escaped Tang Hao with half his life, did not want his daughter to see his injuries and worry.

Thus, even while severely wounded and near death, he chose to return silently to the Pope's Palace.

Upon returning to the Pope's Palace, Qian Xunji immediately went to the underground secret chamber to enter seclusion and heal his wounds.

His injuries were simply too severe.

Therefore, Qian Xunji had no time to check whether anyone was in the main hall.

He hurriedly opened the entrance to the secret chamber and plunged into the underground chamber.

Then, after looking outside to make sure no one was there, he hastily shut the stone door.

The stone door of the secret chamber slowly closed. Only after it shut completely did Bibi Dong slowly emerge from the shadows.

Looking at the tightly sealed door, her eyes were filled with gloom, while a chilling smile hung on her lips.

"Heaven truly favors me!"