Chapter 3: The Depraved Qian Xunji
Author: Xianyu Wangyue
Looking at Bibi Dong, whose face was streaked with tears, Aotian suddenly felt a pang of pity and reached out, wanting to wipe them away.
What man wouldn't feel his heart ache for such a sorrowful beauty?
Seeing Aotian's hand reach for her, Bibi Dong was instantly jolted from the bewitchment of his "good looks."
She shrank back into the corner of the bed, warily scrutinizing the strange man before her.
"Who are you?"
Bibi Dong's voice turned cold. The spirit power of a Soul Emperor surged, and with a flash of cold light, a sharp dagger appeared in her hand.
Aotian did his best to keep his voice gentle. "Believe me, you are about to face a great danger, and only I can save you."
Bibi Dong immediately concluded that this impossibly handsome man was insane!
She was the Saintess of Spirit Hall, and she was currently inside the Pope's Palace. With a dozen Titled Douluo Elders and even more mysterious and powerful Enshriners nearby, who could possibly harm her?
She didn't sense any malice from Aotian; otherwise, she would have attacked long ago.
"Hmph, the Pope's Palace is the safest place on the Douluo Continent. You don't need to worry about my safety. I don't care who you are, leave at once, or I'll call for help."
The moment the words left her mouth, Bibi Dong herself was a little surprised. Previously, if a strange man had broken into her room, she would have attacked without a moment's hesitation.
But now, she had actually chosen to let Aotian leave.
Aotian wasn't in a hurry. He smiled and said, "My name is Aotian. When you're in danger, just call my name, and I will appear by your side."
With that, his figure vanished completely.
Bibi Dong froze for a moment before climbing off the bed.
She stood where Aotian had just been, her pretty face filled with confusion.
"Was that a Teleportation Soul Skill? But why was there no spirit power fluctuation from him? And he didn't even release his Spirit Soul or Spirit Rings, so how could he use a Spirit Skill?"
Bibi Dong couldn't make heads or tails of it. How could a person that large just disappear into thin air?
Suddenly, her delicate, shapely nose twitched, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath.
A fragrance the likes of which she had never experienced filled her nostrils. Her spirit jolted, and she felt utterly euphoric.
In that moment, she forgot all her worries, forgot the despicable and filthy Yu Xiaogang, and felt nothing but joy in her heart.
Several minutes passed before she came back to her senses.
"This is that man's scent... Ptui, ptui, ptui..."
Bibi Dong spat repeatedly and stomped her foot, a blush involuntarily spreading across her pretty cheeks.
But soon, she couldn't resist taking another deep breath.
"So fragrant," she murmured. The image of Aotian's peerless face flashed through her mind, and her cheeks grew even redder.
"What a strange man..."
Bibi Dong hesitated for a moment, then walked quickly to the door, opened it, and looked around. Not seeing Aotian's figure, she felt a strange twinge of disappointment.
"What's wrong with me?" Bibi Dong vigorously rubbed her still-flushed cheeks with both hands.
After Aotian's interruption, much of the sorrow in Bibi Dong's heart had dissipated.
But as soon as things quieted down, she couldn't help but recall the moment Yu Xiaogang had tried to force himself on her.
That greedy gaze, as if he wanted to strip her bare, sent a chill through her heart.
"Your Highness, the Saintess!" Yu Xiaogang's anxious voice called out from outside.
Bibi Dong looked up to see Yu Xiaogang being blocked outside the palace where she resided.
With Yu Xiaogang's status, he was not permitted to enter this place.
"Drive him away!" Bibi Dong said coldly.
Her heart ached a little, but she steeled herself and ordered the Hall Guard Knights to drive Yu Xiaogang away.
...
Inside a luxurious private room in Spirit City's most high-end restaurant, Aotian was ravenously eating meat and drinking wine, a look of pure enjoyment on his face.
He hadn't tasted fine food since he transmigrated.
He still maintained the appearance of a young man. This transformed shape wasn't a real body; you could call it a divine ability, or perhaps an avatar.
He made a grasping motion with his palm facing down, and gold from deep within the earth was drawn up to him.
He opened his palm, and the gold rapidly changed shape, forming over a dozen Gold Soul Coins in a matter of moments.
"Eating, drinking, and having fun. A long dragon life should be lived freely and happily."
Aotian sighed. After being lonely for hundreds of millions of years, he was finally experiencing a little bit of fun.
After his meal, he began to stroll through Spirit City. Everywhere he went, he caused severe congestion.
Any woman who saw him—young girls lost their reserve, and young matrons became incredibly forward—all blushed and wanted to get to know him.
Helpless, Aotian had no choice but to slightly tone down his handsomeness so as not to be so stunning.
He wandered from the afternoon until evening before returning to his hotel, where he quietly waited for Bibi Dong's cry for help.
According to the information he had obtained from Qian Xunji's soul memory, Qian Xunji was going to use despicable means to possess Bibi Dong tonight.
Aotian would naturally not stand by and watch such a tragedy unfold.
As night fell, Aotian, who had been in a light sleep, opened his eyes.
He had already sensed that Bibi Dong had been summoned to a secret chamber by Qian Xunji.
The secret chamber was located beneath Qian Xunji's room; it was where he usually went into seclusion for his cultivation.
This wasn't Bibi Dong's first time here. She asked in confusion, "Teacher, it's so late. Why have you brought me here?"
Qian Xunji wore a kind smile, concealing the deep greed in his eyes.
"I heard that Yu Xiaogang bullied you today?" he asked.
Bibi Dong nodded, then shook her head.
Qian Xunji sighed and said, "Do you like Yu Xiaogang?"
Bibi Dong shook her head firmly. "I don't like him."
Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment. He had two purposes for calling Bibi Dong over tonight.
One was to make Bibi Dong leave Yu Xiaogang, and the other was to possess Bibi Dong.
A smile appeared on Qian Xunji's face. "Since you don't like him, that makes things simple. Tomorrow, I'll have someone throw him out of Spirit City and expel him from Spirit Hall."
Bibi Dong was silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.
She was utterly disappointed in Yu Xiaogang and never wanted to see that filthy-minded person again.
So what if he was talented? She only felt disgusted.
Bibi Dong's expression was a bit downcast. "Teacher, if there's nothing else, I'll return to my cultivation."
"Don't go just yet. Teacher has a few things he wants to tell you from the heart."
Qian Xunji's gaze fell upon Bibi Dong's youthful and alluring body, gradually growing heated.
Bibi Dong had felt this kind of gaze far too many times growing up, so she immediately noticed something was wrong.
"Dong'er, you're not a child anymore. It's time for you to find a man."
Qian Xunji was completely shameless, his gaze fixed nakedly on the youthful and beautiful Bibi Dong before him.
He took a few steps closer and inhaled deeply with a look of perverted enjoyment. The natural fragrance of this beautiful disciple of his was intoxicating, acting like a catalyst that instantly ignited the flames of lust in his heart.
"Teacher... What do you mean?" Bibi Dong's heart began to race, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Qian Xunji closed the distance. "Teacher has raised you for so many years and even taught you to cultivate. Haven't you ever thought about how you would repay me?"
"Teacher, what are you trying to say?"
Looking at Qian Xunji's increasingly bizarre expression, Bibi Dong couldn't help but feel afraid.
Qian Xunji licked his lips. "Dong'er, you are so perfect. Only your Teacher is worthy of you. I want you to be my woman and bear my children."
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes flew wide open, utterly stunned.
Qian Xunji's greedy smile widened. With a single step, he appeared behind Bibi Dong and chopped at the back of her neck with the side of his hand.
(end of chapter)