Soul Land—Chapter 136: The Strange Psychology of the Chamber Douluo
"What's wrong with her!?"
Ling Qianyao suddenly frowned, resisting the discomfort caused by the drain of his soul power. He tightly locked his illusion-breaking eyes on Bibi Dong.
He could feel the violent, chaotic aura emanating from her, which was several times stronger than during the previous fight—like a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time, about to break free from its cage.
"Rakshasa God's evil thoughts? Why now?"
Bibi Dong's mental state was directly related to the degree of erosion by Rakshasa God's evil thoughts. The numerous perverse thoughts that had just arisen, coupled with the evil thought rebounding after being purified, made her mental world precarious and almost out of control.
'She's struggling. Is her target Xue'er?'
Ling Qianyao frowned, and the Star-Breaking Sword reappeared in his hand. He stood resolutely in front of Qian Renxue. "Four Symbols Constellation Change."
Qian Daoliu, who had wings on his back, suddenly raised his eyebrows and stopped summoning his martial soul.
Ling Qianyao had already raised the Star-Breaking Sword, and in front of him, Bibi Dong's figure flickered like a ghost.
The surging soul power squeezed and distorted the space around the three of them. The wind howled, sand and stones flying, yet they remained safe and sound.
She slightly turned her head, covering her forehead, gasping heavily. Her body trembled, then slowly retracted her martial soul and all fluctuations of soul power.
Her hoarse voice sounded like she hadn't spoken for years, "You—aren't you afraid of death?"
At this moment, the Azure Dragon's shadow had not yet fallen, and Ling Qianyao had no time to react to Bibi Dong's terrifying cultivation speed.
In his Illusion Breaking Eye Bibi Dong's eyes had already regained clarity.
Ling Qianyao breathed a sigh of relief, putting away his martial soul and skills. "Xue'er is my partner. Even if it means risking my life, I won't escape. Your Holiness, can I take Xue'er away?"
Bibi Dong looked at Ling Qianyao, whose eyes were resolute and fearless—even when facing herself, the Pope.
'He knew he might die just now. Yes, the pressure was intense. But he didn't run away, which is completely different from that person.'
Bibi Dong pursed her lips, her eyes flickering. Once, there was also someone who made a solemn promise in front of her, only to betray her in the end, and shortly after escaping from Spirit City, he fell in love with another woman.
The funny thing was, that person was his cousin.
It's just a simple element mutation—the appearance of the martial soul is so similar. Can't this master, known as the world's first martial soul theorist, really see it?
Even if he didn't notice, they could perform martial soul fusion skills together. When the martial souls resonated, didn't he still notice the blood or other details here?
Perhaps, it was just for the sake of his fame and some greedy desires at play.
Bibi Dong's thoughts darkened. Her eyes grew more complicated as she looked at Qian Renxue, held in Ling Qianyao's arms. The jealousy and unwillingness in her heart grew like weeds.
"Yeah."
Ling Qianyao asked softly, "Your Holiness, Xue'er showed you our martial soul fusion skills, and she was expecting your evaluation. Is there anything I need to tell her?"
Bibi Dong raised her head slightly, her gaze shifting from Qian Renxue back to Ling Qianyao. Her resolute, yet somewhat gentle face now held a different allure in her eyes.
The twisted emotions of jealousy and unwillingness, stirred by her possessiveness, had now become more profound—so subtle that even she was unaware.
"Evaluation? No need for that. Tell her for me that she doesn't need to use these means to gain my attention. She can do whatever she wants."
"Hmm."
Ling Qianyao's eyes flickered, and after a moment of hesitation, he took out the Jade Marrow Pure Heart Lotus from his storage soul guidance device.
"Your Majesty, your mental state isn't good. I think this might help."
He handed it to her. "This is called Jade Marrow Pure Heart Lotus. It has the effect of calming the mind and repairing the soul."
A gleam of light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. She grabbed the immortal herb, and the fragrance immediately spread, refreshing her soul The tension that had just gripped her, suppressing the evil Rakshasa thoughts, eased somewhat.
"He knows. Those eyes probably see even more things."
After sensing the calming effect of the Jade Marrow Pure Heart Lotus, she stored it away. The look in her eyes when she glanced at Ling Qianyao remained unchanged—perhaps deeper, more hidden.
She did not dispel her abnormal possessiveness because of this Immortal Herb. On the contrary, Ling Qianyao's careful care only intensified her turbulent desire.
Maybe she was unaware of it.
In the Pope's Palace, when Ling Qianyao's martial soul ability first suppressed her evil thoughts, her morbid possessiveness had already begun to surface.
She wanted to rationalize this dependence. Outwardly, she claimed that, in the name of the interests of the Spirit Hall and her appreciation for talent, she handed over the Purple Record Medal and granted him privileges—branding him with her mark—so they could have a unique connection beyond her relationship with Qian Renxue.
When she noticed the change in Qian Renxue's attitude toward her—no longer as tolerant but now more eager to show off her closeness with Ling Qianyao—her psychology distorted again.
She didn't want to give Qian Renxue maternal love, yet after she stopped caring for her and grew more fond of Ling Qianyao, she subconsciously hoped to deny Qian Renxue's happiness by vying for Ling Qianyao.
This twisted mentality—revenge, control—gradually evolved into an obsession to possess Ling Qianyao. When she touched his martial soul origin just now and truly felt his purification ability, her emotions deepened even further.
Ling Qianyao's purification ability was like a charm drug—the more she touched it, the deeper she sank.
Knowing she might lose control—and even kill him—she saw Ling Qianyao standing in front of Qian Renxue, and her mind drifted back to past memories. Finally, she abandoned her last shred of moral integrity.
A demonic voice echoed in her mind: "Get him, must get him, he must be mine."
Bibi Dong smiled, but her eyes revealed madness and paranoia.
She spoke softly, her voice like a gentle spring breeze, "Qianyao, thank you. Don't forget what I said: tomorrow, in the Pope's Palace, I will reward you with a treasure.
And in addition…"
She moved closer to Ling Qianyao, so near that he could smell the subtle fragrance emanating from her body.
"In addition, I want you to understand—you can get much more from Spirit Hall than you think."
Her tone was still soft, yet tinged with undeniable charm.
"Why, are you afraid? Your Spirit ability should be able to help me."
Ling Qianyao took a deep breath. "The fairy grass should be enough to suppress it."
But she knew—far from enough.
"What if it doesn't work?"
Bibi Dong's gaze fell on the unconscious Qian Renxue. Her heartbeat quickened. The way she teased Ling Qianyao in front of her almost drove her mad with excitement.
"If Qian Renxue agrees, will you use your martial arts ability to help me heal?" she asked in a voice transmission.
(End of this chapter)