Chapter 5: Bibi Dong's Plans
2024-07-17 Author: Xianyu Wangyue
At this moment, Bibi Dong truly wished the ground would swallow her whole.
It was too shameful. He only wanted to help her by removing a strand of hair, but she had thought… and even closed her eyes…
"What are you doing with your eyes closed?" Aotian wanted to laugh but held it in.
He was quite moved as he looked at Bibi Dong's slightly pouting red lips.
However, he understood that such things couldn't be rushed; they had to be taken slowly.
Feelings needed to be nurtured over time. Aotian preferred things to develop naturally until they came to fruition.
He was also a bit surprised. He hadn't expected his charm to be so great that even a proud, chosen daughter of heaven like Bibi Dong would be willing to offer a kiss.
Hearing Aotian's words, Bibi Dong became even more bashful. Her body trembled slightly, and her snow-white skin was suffused with a pinkish hue, making her breathtakingly beautiful and captivating.
"What's wrong with me? I am the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall, the incomparably talented Bibi Dong. How could I... towards a strange man..."
Bibi Dong snapped back to her senses, forcefully pulling her hand from Aotian's grasp. She took a few steps back, staring at him warily.
Having been hurt by the two closest men in her life on the same day, Bibi Dong had unknowingly developed a deep hatred for men.
And yet, just a moment ago, she had carelessly fallen for Aotian's handsome allure.
"Who are you, really?" This was the third time Bibi Dong had asked about Aotian's identity.
However, given that Aotian had just saved her, her tone was quite gentle.
Aotian sat down by the table, turned over two teacups, and poured tea. He pushed one cup toward Bibi Dong. "Have some tea."
Bibi Dong looked at the tea before her, hesitating slightly. Only after seeing Aotian drink his did she take a small sip.
"I'm just a passerby who saw an injustice and offered a helping hand," Aotian said with a smile.
Bibi Dong didn't believe Aotian's words, as there were too many suspicious things about him.
"How did you know in advance that I was in danger?" Her gaze gradually sharpened as she scrutinized the man before her.
She suspected, could this also be a conspiracy?
"I possess some ability to foresee the future," Aotian stated.
Bibi Dong clearly didn't believe him. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly as she said, "Then predict what I'm thinking right now."
Aotian flashed a brilliant smile, his handsome face, brimming with an otherworldly aura, instantly captivated Bibi Dong.
"You must be thinking, 'How can there be such a handsome man in this world?'"
Bibi Dong's pretty face blushed, and she hastily averted her gaze as if Aotian had truly guessed her thoughts.
She mustered her courage and continued to ask, "Then what is your strength? How did you defeat... defeat Qian Xunji so easily?"
Aotian thought for a moment and said seriously, "My strength... I guess it's a bit stronger than a god's."
Bibi Dong couldn't help but roll her eyes. The expression was surprisingly cute and silly.
She was a little speechless. Such a handsome man, yet he liked to lie.
She knew that gods existed in this world, and that they were much more powerful than even a level 99 Titled Douluo.
She even had an unknown secret, a secret related to the gods, so she couldn't be clearer about their power.
But this guy named Aotian before her actually claimed to be stronger than a god. It was the height of arrogance.
Considering that Aotian had saved her, Bibi Dong didn't expose his bluff.
In fact, she already had a guess about Aotian's strength in her heart.
To be able to knock out the level 95 Qian Xunji with a single palm strike, his strength should be close to that of a level 99 Peerless Douluo.
As for whether he had reached the level of a Peerless Douluo, Bibi Dong felt it was unlikely.
After all, Aotian didn't look much older than her. Possessing strength close to a Peerless Douluo was already terrifying enough; how could he possibly reach level 99 at such a young age?
Thinking of this, Bibi Dong suddenly felt that all the halos of genius that had surrounded her for so many years seemed dim and lackluster in comparison to Aotian.
She had been praised as a genius since childhood and was incredibly diligent in her cultivation, yet she had only just approached the Spirit Saint realm.
However, this guy before her was already close to level 99...
"I really don't know how he cultivates. Spirit Hall's information network is the most extensive, so why have I never heard of such a powerful figure on the Douluo Continent before?" Bibi Dong mused.
"What are your plans for the future?" Aotian asked.
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.
After a moment, she finally said, "That beast Qian Xunji is no longer my teacher. I always regarded him as an elder, respected him, and was filial to him, but I never expected that he would..."
As she spoke, Bibi Dong's eyes turned red.
After so many years together, her feelings for Qian Xunji were extremely deep; she had even come to see him as a father figure.
However, all of that had crumbled today, leaving her unable to bear it.
"If you want him dead, I'll go kill him right now," Aotian said lightly.
Killing a Pope, from the way he said it, sounded like a trivial matter.
Seeing Aotian stand up, Bibi Dong hurriedly said, "Don't."
"Why? After what he did to you, you still hold on to old feelings?" Aotian looked at her.
"He was my teacher, after all. He raised me for many years and taught me how to cultivate. Please spare his life."
Aotian looked at Bibi Dong with some surprise. In his impression, Bibi Dong's personality should have been much tougher, decisive and ruthless.
But now, she seemed a little too kind.
But he quickly realized that the decisive and ruthless Bibi Dong from the books was a product of experiencing too much pain and hardship.
The current Bibi Dong, before being hurt by two men today, was still an innocent and naive girl.
Aotian said, "Alright. Since you've made a clean break with him, where do you plan to go?"
Bibi Dong was stunned. She had fallen out with Qian Xunji, where else could she go?
If Qian Xunji refused to let her go, with Spirit Hall's influence spreading across the continent, there would probably be no place for her in this world.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She looked at Aotian and said, "Can I follow you?"
Although Bibi Dong kept reminding herself to be wary of this handsome man, Aotian, she felt an inexplicable sense of trust towards him in her heart.
Aotian smiled. "Of course, you can. I'll take you on a tour around the continent. After a few years, you can come back."
"Come back for what?" Bibi Dong was confused.
"To come back and be the Pope." Aotian felt a little expectant. He thought that the most beautiful Bibi Dong was the one who became the Pope.
Bibi Dong shook her head. "But... I don't really want to be the Pope. Besides, how could Qian Xunji let me become the Pope? He still has a father, a level 99 Peerless Douluo. They won't let an outsider like me become the Pope."
Aotian said with certainty, "Don't worry. If I say you can, you can."
"We'll see when the time comes," Bibi Dong said. Her gaze swept around the room. "Where is this?"
"This is a hotel in Wuhun City."
"Then... where will I sleep tonight?" Bibi Dong looked at Aotian, her heart pounding with anxiety, her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes under the table.
Aotian pointed to the large bed and smiled, "You sleep on it."
"What about you?" Bibi Dong blurted out.
Aotian shrugged, saying nonchalantly, "You can sleep. I'm not a person who likes to sleep."
…
In the Pope's Palace, Qian Xunji returned to his bedroom.
One side of his face was swollen high like a purplish-black ball, almost all the teeth in his mouth were gone, and his mouth was full of blood.
"Someone, come!" he roared, his words slurred.
A pretty-looking maid walked in, trembling with fear.
Qian Xunji's eyes were bloodshot. In his vision, the delicate maid before him gradually transformed into the image of Bibi Dong.
A scream rang out. The girl was thrown onto the bed, and the sound of tearing clothes was accompanied by pleas for mercy.
…
(end of chapter)