Soul Land—Chapter 137: Bibi Dong: What Are You Afraid Of?
"Your Majesty." Ling Qianyao frowned slightly and took a step back. "I'm afraid I have no right to interfere with Xue'er's wishes."
Bibi Dong raised a playful smile. "Oh? It seems you still don't understand what I mean."
Whether Qian Renxue is unconscious or not doesn't matter. All I want is a promise from you— a promise that you're willing to use your martial spirit ability to help me when I need it."
Ling Qianyao was silent for a moment. "If Your Majesty truly does something against common sense due to loss of mental control, I will naturally do my best to help."
He then explained, "When taking the Immortal Herb, you only need to put the petals into your mouth one by one. They will turn into pure medicinal power by themselves, and then you swallow the crystal-clear juice in the center of the pistil."
After speaking, he hugged Qian Renxue and left directly.
Bibi Dong halted where she stood. Her fingertips brushed her red lips as her eyes lingered on Ling Qianyao's figure. "I haven't gotten what I want yet."
That night, deep within the Pope's Palace, in a secret chamber.
Bibi Dong lazily leaned on a soft couch, her bare hands slowly lifting the Jade Marrow Pure Heart Lotus. The lotus petals shimmered with a warm glow under the faint candlelight.
Amid the lingering fragrance of the immortal herb, the last trace of scarlet in her eyes disappeared.
"Calm the mind, nourish the spirit. It lives up to its name." Bibi Dong slightly parted her crimson lips, her eyes now clear. The evil Rakshasa thoughts were suppressed, but her mental state would not change easily.
"Ling Qianyao..."
Bibi Dong suddenly sighed. "If you hadn't chosen to go to Heaven Dou City, but instead came to my Spirit City, I wouldn't have to be so entangled. But perhaps it's not too late."
After finishing, she swallowed the Jade Marrow Pure Heart Lotus according to Ling Qianyao's instructions.
The pure and clear medicinal power instantly spread within her, washing over her soul—eroded by Rakshasa's power—like a gurgling stream.
She only felt her originally chaotic thoughts gradually becoming clear, and the fatigue and irritability of the past few days swept away.
"Hmm."
The cleansing involved both the soul and mental power. The soothing feeling gradually faded, replaced by a collision between the medicinal power and the evil Rakshasa thoughts, tearing at each other.
She pursed her lips, her delicate face twisting slightly in pain. Fine beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, along her beautiful collarbone, and into her clothes.
After a long moment, the pain subsided, and her chaotic thoughts cleared, bringing a sense of tranquility.
"Hu—"
Bibi Dong exhaled a turbid breath, stood up, and strode into the bathroom. In the secret chamber filled with thick mist, she gently removed her clothes and stepped into the warm water.
Her graceful figure was faintly visible through the hazy vapor, and even through the flowing water, her perfect curves could be glimpsed.
The delicate collarbone was slightly sunken, accentuating her radiant skin.
Her fingertips brushed over her proud curves, then traced her slender jade legs—a masterpiece of nature, perfect and without flaw.
Bibi Dong leaned on the edge of the bathtub, closed her eyes, and savored a moment of serenity.
"It's been a long time since I felt this comfortable. My disordered mind sometimes even prevents me from thinking about my plans. And this residual divine power—"
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. A flash of purple-red divine power appeared in her palm.
"Over the years, it has gradually lost its original characteristics, but I can still feel it—Rakshasa! Asura!"
Bang—
The divine power was crushed by her hand.
"Qianxunji, what happened back then? Was it all an illusion? Humph. You poor fool—fooled by the gods. You deserve to die."
She paused, her voice dripping with contempt. "And you, Yu Xiaogang—illusions can't affect your true nature. Your nature is as it always was. The clown should meet the same fate as Qianxunji. I'll find you, eventually."
Although the Jade Marrow Pure Heart Lotus had repaired her soul, the evil Rakshasa thoughts had not been completely eradicated.
It was far from enough—Ling Qianyao.
A sickly blush appeared on her cheeks as her eyes gleamed with madness and obsession.
---
Qian Renxue Villa.
Ling Qianyao sat cross-legged on the roof, frowning. In front of him hovered the Star-Breaking Sword, with countless star images swirling around it.
The starlight intertwined, shifting constantly, revealing a mysterious star map. Every flash seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth.
After absorbing the star luo holy pearl at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and condensing the liquid star vortex, the effect of the Astrology skill was strengthened. He had three opportunities each day to divine good or bad fortune, and he could also conduct a deep fortune analysis.
This was his third Astrology reading today, and the result was still—no misfortune.
The balance of luck was delicately poised, slightly shifting toward the "good luck" side, but an inexplicable unease gnawed at him.
During the day, the look Bibi Dong had given him was like a hungry wolf released after decades of imprisonment—suddenly seeing a beautiful woman with a graceful figure, undressing by the pond, greed and passion intertwined.
At that moment, Ling Qianyao felt as if he were being stared at by a snake or Medusa.
'Sigh—this Star Breaking sword is useless. How can there be no crisis? Are you kidding me?'
Qian Renxue, who was beside him, couldn't understand the changes in astrology, but she asked softly, "Qianyao, is the result bad?"
"Neither good nor bad," Ling Qianyao shook his head with annoyance.
"Then—"
"Wait a little longer."
Qian Renxue nodded and leaned her head on Ling Qianyao's shoulder. Her voice sounded a bit tired. "If possible, I hope you can help her treat it. Anyway, no matter what the outcome, we'll leave in three days."
The news she sent that evening was that the immortal herb hadn't completely healed her soul damage.
Ling Qianyao sighed. "Xue'er, you're too kind."
Qian Renxue closed her eyes with a gentle smile. "Someone once called me a 'black-bellied angel.' You evil brat."
They fell silent. Time flowed slowly, and only their heartbeat could be heard in the quiet.
"Midnight has passed." Ling Qianyao spoke, activating the Star Breaking Sword for another astrology session.
"What's the result?" Qian Renxue opened her eyes, concern evident.
Ling Qianyao's pupils suddenly dilated. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Good?" He had the urge to throw away this sword.
Qian Renxue blinked, her tense nerves easing slightly, and a faint smile curved her lips. "In that case, I'll leave it to you."
---
The next day, in the Pope's Palace.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"No need to be so formal." Bibi Dong flashed into the room and approached Ling Qianyao. The two were so close they could feel each other's breath.
She lifted her head slightly and looked into Ling Qianyao's eyes. "What are you afraid of?"
(End of this chapter)